#fennec Shand fluff

[cissyenthusiast010155]

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

[leapingbadger]

Spoken Truths - A Fennter Short (ish) Story

Hunter carefully slid out of bed, pulling his arm from underneath Fennec’s shoulder a millimeter at a time so as not to wake her. He tiptoed across the room to his things.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked groggily, propping herself up on her elbow.

Hunter smiled and crossed back to the bed, “you’d think you were the one with the enhanced senses,” he said fondly, kissing her gently on the lips. “I’m going to get us some food, I’ll be back in a little bit.”

“Be sure you do,” she said, grabbing his neck and pulling him down on top of her. Her lips were warm and comforting on his. He groaned. She knew she was making it hard for him to leave.

“You’re not playing fair,” he said with a smile.

“Do I ever?” she asked with a glint in her eye.

He managed to pull himself out of bed one final time and smiled as he left their small, rented room.

The space station he found himself on was nondescript. He walked past a large window, showing the docking bay and sparkling stars beyond. Fennec’s latest bounty had been completed before he’d arrived, giving them plenty of time to spend together.

Hunter wasn’t sure how long this thing with Shand would last. It had already surpassed his expectations with comms coming in every few weeks for assistance on a bounty. He knew she didn’t need his help. She was the best in the galaxy, and he was, more often than not, just in the way. But he liked that she stuck with the pretense and that, apparently, she still wanted him around.

He passed through a door into the market, the artificial daylight was glaringly bright and made him squint as he made his way around the stalls.  He picked up some fruit, a couple of local dishes he’d never seen before and some drinks to wash it down with.

He smiled as a hand slid into his own. “You know I sensed you before you entered the market, right?”

She bumped his shoulder playfully and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “What did you find?” she asked, ignoring his statement. She looked different from her usually put together self. Her dark hair hung loose down her back, her black and orange jacket was unfastened, showing a black tank top underneath.

Hunter opened the bag to show her the things he’d picked up. She nodded happily, signaling that he’d made a good selection.

“Fennec Shand?” a voice called as they rounded the corner of the market.

Fennec dropped Hunter’s hand, her face transforming into her trademark scowl. Hunter wasn’t offended, he knew she had to present a certain way, especially when accosted by other bounty hunters, which this woman most certainly was. He took a step back and busied himself with a stall nearby.

“It’s been a while, Ebip. What brings you here?” she said coolly.

“A bounty. Although if rumors are correct, you may have already snatched this one out from under me.”

“I wouldn’t’ say snatched. I just got there first.”

“Irrelevant. Perhaps it gives us a chance to catch up?” Ebip said pleasantly, her white hair stretching down her back, green eyes flashing.

Hunter sensed her notice him and crossed to the other side of the of the market, eyes down but all senses attuned to Fennec and her companion.

“Ah, or perhaps you are otherwise engaged.” The woman said with a smile in her voice. She lowered it to a whisper, but Hunter could of course hear her nonetheless, “Is the rumor true? Is this your clone?”

Hunter could see Fennec bristle out of the corner of his eye. She raised herself up to full height, “that’s none of your business,” she said finally.

Ebip chuckled, putting her arm around Fennec, “oh don’t be so severe. Who hasn’t had a clone dalliance here or there. But the rumor has it this one has been sticking around. Maybe a distraction? And I can certainly see why he would be,”

Hunter rolled his eyes but waited, curious to hear Fennec’s retort.

“It didn’t stop me getting the bounty instead of you, did it?” Shand said congenially but there was an edge to her voice. Threatening her dedication to her job, her craft, would not get this bounty hunter very far.

“Hmm, I suppose not. Well, just make sure you make the most of him now. It won’t be long before he’s out of commission. Such a shame…” she trailed off and she walked away with a wave.

Hunter put his arm around her shoulders as she joined him. “Old friend?” he asked, watching the bounty hunter leave the marketplace.

“I’m not sure I’d say that. An acquaintance at most. What did she mean by that?”

“Being out of commission? Probably my advanced aging,” he said with a shrug.

“Your what?” She looked up at him, dark eyes wide.

Hunter turned to her, a curious look on his face. “You don’t know about that?” he asked, surprised.

“no.”

***

“So, you’re telling me that when you’re twenty-five, you’re going to look and feel fifty?” Fennec asked over breakfast.

“Pretty much,” Hunter said, shoving another piece of a strange, purple and green fruit in his mouth.

“And when you’re fifty you’ll be…”

“Dead,” Hunter interjected with a laugh.

“it’s not funny,” she said angrily across the table.

Hunter finished chewing and set down his fork. He studied her face, there was rage behind her eyes and something else. Was it sadness?

“It’s not worth getting upset about. It’s my reality no matter what.”

“And you’re okay with that?” Fennec demanded, angrily pushing away her plate.

Hunter thought for a moment. He had never taken the time to think about it. He supposed there was an irony in finally being free from the republic and the empire, only to die because of a half-life that was ingrained into his DNA.

Again, he shrugged but he wasn’t laughing anymore. “Do I wish that wasn’t the way it was. Of course. But you have to remember, clones were raised to die. None of us thought we’d make it out alive. The fact that I have a life at all, with my brothers and Omega in a beautiful and peaceful place is pretty much all a guy like me could ask for.”

“This Islands really got a hold on you, hasn’t it?” she asked, the fury gradually seeping out of her.

“I think even you may be able to relax there,” he said with a chuckle.

“Maybe I could…pay a visit sometime.” she said, eyes down on her plate.

“Wait, you want to come home with me?” he asked.

“Well, I can’t this time but maybe soon. I could do with a vacation, and I imagine it doesn’t get better than a tropical paradise,” Hunter paused midbite and looked at her. “Would that be a problem?” she asked.

“No,” he said quickly. Too quickly. Fennec’s eyes narrowed as she waited for further explanation.

Hunter finished his mouthful, knowing her eyes were still on him.

“Fen, I don’t have a lot that is my own. I like that we have this thing, whatever it is, that is just ours. I’m just not sure I’m ready to…share you…yet”

A smile ticked up the corner of Fennec’s mouth, “that was actually pretty romantic. Did you plan that?”

“Would it be better if I said I did?” he said with a smile.

She walked around the side of the table, took the fork out of his grip and sat down on his lap, “I think it would, yeah.” She said as her lips sank to his.

“Well then yes, I definitely planned it” he said pulling away and smiling.

“Hmm, are you done?” she asked, looking at his plate.

“I could be,” Hunter replied in a low, gravelly voice.

“Right answer,” Fennec said as she kissed him impatiently.

***

“Hunter…Hunter…HUNTER!”

“Hmm, sorry. What do you need, Cross?”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for a whole minute.” Crosshair snapped at his brother.

Hunter put down his morning caf. He had taken up residence on his usual bench, watching the sun rise slowly and the scrum of fishing boats surging out onto the crystalline waters.

“What’s got you so distracted,” Crosshair asked, leaning on the stone wall in front of Hunter.

“Fennec,” Omega said from the long wooden table to the right of Hunter.

“What?” they both brothers said in unison.

“That’s his Fennec face.” She said matter-of-factly, turning to Hunter directly, “your eyebrows go up and that crease on the bridge of your nose goes away when you talk about her. And think about her too…I think,” she said, turning back to the picture she was drawing.

Crosshair turned back to Hunter with a smirk, “you have a Fennec face?”

“Shut up, Crosshair,” Hunter said, downing the rest of his caf and standing up.

“Well, were you thinking about her?” he asked, not even trying to hide the amusement in his voice.

Hunter laughed and tried to search for the words, “I dunno, maybe. But what does it matter. Didn’t you need something?”

“The only thing I need right now is to see the Fennec face,” he said, openly chuckling now.

Hunter shoved him playfully, “you’re gunna pay for that one, Kid,” he threw over his shoulder to Omega. She waved off the threat with a hand and laughed at the brotherly teasing currently wending its way into the kitchen.

“So, how was the last visit. You haven’t said much.”

“Do I ever?” Hunter said, brewing another cup of caf. One just wasn’t enough today. Crosshair leaned quietly in the doorway, twisting a toothpick between his lips and waited.

Hunter sighed, his shoulders sloping as though the weight of the world fell off them. “She asked to come to visit Pabu.”

Crosshair’s eyebrows raised almost up to his hairline, “ahh…and that’s a…bad thing?”

“No,” Hunter said hurriedly before sighing again. “it’s complicated and I’m honestly not sure you’re the one I should be having this conversation with.”

“Well, you’re welcome to wait for Wrecker but given that he’s not on board with this whole Fennec thing, I think I’m your best bet.”

Hunter ran his hand through his hair and took a sip of his fresh caf. “It’s just. I’ve kind of compartmentalized the two parts of my life. I’m not sure how willingly I want to let them collide.”

Crosshair nodded but didn’t interject, “Plus, like you said, Wrecker isn’t happy about the situation. Omega is still young and was almost kidnapped by her. I know we’ve talked about it all and she says she’s fine but…that kid doesn’t need any more trauma just because I am…”

“Sleeping with a bounty hunter?” Crosshair supplied.

Hunter’s shoulders sank again, and he slumped against the kitchen cabinets. “That’s not all it is. But yeah…something like that.”

Crosshair paused for a moment, biting down on his toothpick, arms crossed over his chest. “Did you ever think this could be the perfect opportunity to get Wrecker on side? And for Omega to see that Shand isn’t a threat. Nothing will beat home that lesson like you and Shand making googly eyes at each other across the dinner table.”

Hunter laughed, “we don’t do that,”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Crosshair said with a jab of his toothpick. “I’ll check with the others for you. But I think it’ll be fine. Wrecker just wants you to be happy, no matter who it’s with.”

***

“You weren’t kidding when you said this place is remote,” Fennec said as she held on to the back of the pilot’s chair as Hunter brought the Havoc in to land in a small cave by the water’s edge. The Outcast was too large to land on Pabu’s crest safely and Wrecker was nervous about Shand having the direct coordinates. This seemed the easiest solution to both problems. Plus, it gave Hunter some much needed alone time before the trial by fire with his family.

He had only been away for a couple of days but had felt an increasing sense of stress the closer they got to the island planet.

Fennec had traveled light. Hunter took her pack from her as they started the arduous but beautiful climb to their home in upper Pabu.  Hunter smiled and nodded as villagers went about their business, walking pets and heading to the marketplace.

“You’re pretty famous here,” Fennec said in an amused tone, “do I have any competition?” she asked with a laugh, intertwining her fingers with Hunter’s, as though claiming him. He didn’t mind. He laughed and shook his head at her question.

The knot in his stomach grew tighter the closer he got to the house. Fennec seemed to notice and pulled him to the side of the path under the guise of watching the sunlight reflect on the ocean.

“Anything you want to say before we do this?” she asked.

“No. I’m fine.” He said, putting his arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him.

“You know you’re a terrible liar, right?”

He laughed, traced her jaw with his fingers and pulled her closer for a deep kiss. Enjoying the last moment when she was his alone and he didn’t have to share her or explain their relationship to anyone else. His hands slid down her body, wrapping tightly around the small of her back. She kissed him back just as enthusiastically, her fingers curled into his hair, her forearms locked around his neck.

He knew their eyes were on them before he heard the wolf whistles and cat calls from above. He turned to see Crosshair, Omega and a more subdued Wrecker looking down at them from the patio. Batcher was up on her hind legs, tale wagging, tongue falling out of the side of her mouth.

“Welcome to Pabu,” Hunter said with a laugh. Fennec smiled but was of course, unphased.

They finally made it up the curving path, Hunter holding open the wooden gate for Fennec and following her to the patio, gently pushing Batcher back as she came to make a new friend. Fennec scratched her behind the ear and the lurka hound seemed satisfied enough to head back to Omega’s side.

Hunter put his hand to the small of Fennec’s back, gently guiding her forward. If she was nervous, it was impossible to tell. Her body language was soft and unthreatening and Hunter hoped that would be enough for Wrecker.

“Fen, you know Wrecker and Omega,” Hunter said awkwardly. Fennec gave them each a nod of acknowledgement. “This is Crosshair,” he said, waving his brother forward.

Crosshair, to his credit stepped closer to shake her hand with his prosthetic. Omega charged forward, standing next to her slim brother, hand on his arm.

“Hi,” she said sweetly with a wave of her hand.

Hunter seemed to hold his breath. Fennec stepped out of his reach towards her, tucking her long, loose black hair behind her ears. He noticed Wrecker bristle as he brought himself to his full height.

“Hi, Omega,” Shand said in a soft voice, hunching over to meet her height. “I think I owe you an apology.”

Omega glanced at Hunter with a warm smile and shrugged, “It’s fine. You were just doing your job,”

“Well, I’m sorry anyway. I’m glad you found your way back to your brothers.”

“Thanks, me too,” she said excitedly, pulling on Crosshair’s arm.

Hunter noticed Wrecker relax a little and felt himself do the same. Omega grabbed Fennec but the hand and started pulling her into the house.

“You need to see my bedroom, it’s gold!” she said.

“it’s yellow,” Crosshair corrected dryly.

Fennec gave Hunter a backwards glance and smiled before following Omega through the door, Crosshair at their heels.

Hunter crossed over to Wrecker who was still lingering outside, leaning low on the wall.

“Thanks for agreeing to this,” Hunter said, clapping his enormous brother on the shoulder.

Wrecker shrugged, “S’ok. If it makes you happy.” He grumbled. Hunter leaned against the wall and took in the bruiser’s face.

“It does,” he said finally, coming to the realization in real time.

“Just…of all the people Hunt. All the women. Why her?”

Hunter laughed and ran his hand through his hair, “I honestly couldn’t tell you. There’s just something about her. We’re pretty similar in some ways and it’s just…”

“What?” Wrecker asked.

“Fun.”

Wrecker’s eyebrows raised and a smile crept onto his face, “not sure when you last mentioned fun, Sarg.” He said with a guffaw.

“Exactly,” Hunter said, giving his shoulder soft tap before crossing to the door.

“Hunter?”

“Hmm?”

“You trust her?” Wrecker asked earnestly.

“With my life, Wreck.” He replied sincerely.

“Hmm. Well, that’s good enough for me.” he said, following his brother into the house.

Omega, Fennec and Crosshair had made it into Hunter’s room. She wandered around, picking up the few trinkets he had, including a knife she had given him a few visits ago. She playfully swirled it in her hand as she walked the room.

“I was surprised by the turquoise,” she said, indicating the color of the walls.

Hunter smiled and crossed to her, “Tech’s favorite color,” he said with a smile, and she nodded her understanding. He had discussed Tech’s death in more detail on a date some forest planet while traipsing through the jungle and she had shared more about her family life before it was snatched away from her.

“Well, it beats pink with painted stars,” she said with a chuckle, referencing her childhood bedroom they had found themselves in on their first mission together.

Crosshair, Wrecker and Omega shared a questioning look and quietly left, chatting quietly as they headed back to the patio. Fennec’s pack sat at the foot of the bed. Hunter paused, listening to the retreating footsteps.

“So, you ready to run away yet?” he asked, pulling her towards him.

“Are you trying to get rid of me, already? I think I’m actually making progress,” she said with a nod to his family beyond the door.

“Just wanted to give you an out if you need it,” he said, brushing her hair out of her face, his fingers tracing through her hair to the small of her back.

“I’ve dealt with far worse.” She said, eyebrow raised.

“That’s because Crosshair’s on his best behavior. That won’t last.” Hunter said with a smile.

***

“You can’t be serious,” Crosshair spat as he took another mouthful of dinner, “there is no way the MK is better than the firepuncher.”

“How could you possibly say that?” Shand retorted, her arms waving in frustration. “You might as well be throwing a rock at your targets. The MK has much better accuracy and range than the firepuncher.”

“Not if it’s modified,” Crosshair hissed.

“If it’s modified, it’s not a real firepuncher,” she said with a smirk.

Hunter looked on in amusement as the disagreement started to escalate but didn’t dare intervene. He swapped a smile with Omega who watched the back and forth like it was a sports match. She sat on Fennec’s left side while Hunter was on her right. Crosshair and Wrecker sat on the opposite side of the table, the latter taking little interest in the argument and loading his plate up with seconds.

Crosshair chewed on his words, his arms crossed over his chest, his food forgotten. Fennec picked up a piece of food and nibbled it tentatively. She smiled and popped the whole thing in her mouth, turning to look at Hunter, who smiled back at her.

“What?” she asked, mouth full.

“Not many people can go toe to toe with Crosshair,” he said.

Crosshair gave an exaggerated harumph but seemed to calm down as Wrecker loaded his plate with more food. Fennec seemed to catch herself and nodded.

“Perhaps they are both good in their own ways,” she said diplomatically.

“Perhaps,” Crosshair hissed before taking another bite.

“Maybe you could have a contest,” Omega piped up, enthusiastically learning forward in her seat.

“No,” Wrecker, Crosshair, Hunter and Fennec all said at once, before looking at each and dissolving into laughter.

Omega scowled and sunk back in her chair, arms crossed, giving her best Crosshair impression.

As Wrecker had cooked, Hunter and Fennec helped Omega clear the table. Crosshair and Wrecker remained, leaning into each other, speaking in low hushed tones.

“You ever seen ‘im like this before?” Wrecker asked his brother, eyes flicking to the kitchen. His voice was the lowest Hunter had ever heard it, meaning he was hoping hunter’s heightened hearing wouldn’t pick up the conversation.

“No,” Crosshair said with a head shake. “Did any of the others last this long?”

“pssh, not even a week most of them. This has been going on for months, right?”

“Apparently,” Crosshair said cooly.

“Should we worry,” Wrecker asked, tossing another look to the house. Hunter instinctively looked away, busying himself with some dirty plates.

“Well, she’s not after him for his money,” Crosshair said.

Hunter laughed and Omega and Fennec turned around.

“What’s so funny,” Fennec asked, joining him, her hand on his back, cheek resting on his arm, following his gaze to his brothers outside.

“Nothing, just overheard something.”

“Are you eavesdropping?” she asked in an amused tone.

“I don’t think it counts as eavesdropping when they know I have enhanced hearing. It’s almost like they want me to hear.”

“I could rat you out, you know,” she said in a threatening tone.

“Oh, really? What do I have to do to stop that from happening?”

Fennec went onto her tiptoes, “I think you know,” she said as he bent down for a kiss before seeing Omega’s smiling face hovering a few meters away.

“Oh, sorry omega,” he said suddenly embarrassed.

“it’s okay. I told you she liked you.” she said with a giggle before skipping back outside and leaning into Crosshair and Wrecker’s conversation.

“They’re kissing,” Omega said giddily.

“Hey, not in front of the kid,” Wrecker roared from the table.

Hunter and Fennec laughed, He rested his forehead on her shoulder, “are you really sure you’re up for this?” he asked.

“It’s a little late for that now, don’t you think?” she said, lifting his head and kissing him deeply. He drank in the scent of her. The intoxicating fragrance of blossom and blaster fire. She was right, It was way too late for him.

***

It was strange how quickly Hunter got used to Fennec being on Pabu. She assimilated quickly, starting to recognize neighbors after a few days, nodding politely to people on the way to the market. After the first day it was no longer strange to see her standing in the kitchen making Caf or lounging next to him on the sofa in the evenings.

She had made strides with his brothers too. Joking with Wrecker and discussing tactics and weaponry with Crosshair. He even let her hold his Firepuncher rifle during some friendly target practice.

Omega had taken to her like she took to everyone, she found good in her quickly and focused heavily on Fennec’s effect on her most fatherly brother.

Hunter woke early the morning of their departure, padding over to the kitchen to make the first of many cups of caf. He opened the front door and took a few paces to his favorite spot on the wooden bench, perfectly situated to watch the boats on the water and the sun rise over the horizon. The light show had already started, streaks of pink and gold slashed over the low sky like someone had taken a paintbrush to it.

He heard her soft footsteps as she made her way to the kitchen, the clink of the mug as she poured herself some caf and caught her familiar scent as she made her way outside to him.

“you’re up early,” she said in a soft voice, sitting next to him on the bench so there was not even a sliver of space between them. He raised his left arm, encircling it around her shoulders. She shivered a little, the warming sunrise not yet hot enough so compensate for the shorts and tank top she wore.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” he asked, his voice gravelly with the morning.

“No, I just…noticed your absence, I guess.”

Hunter raised his eyebrows and smiled. He liked that she could feel him, or miss his presence, similar to the way he could sense hers.

“The week went by fast,” she said, unable to take her eyes of the ebbing water below.

“Uhuh,” he mumbled, taking a deep sip of caf.

“I think it was a pretty successful first trip, wouldn’t you say?” she asked, turning to face him.

“first?” he asked, his mouth breaking into a smile. 

“Well, I haven’t been invited back yet but…”

“I think you have a pretty open invitation at this point.”

Fennec smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. He planted a kiss on her dark hair, breathing in the scent of her, trying to commit it to memory.

“You’re welcome to come with me, you know. On my next bounty.”

“Hmm. I thought maybe we could extend the vacation a little bit. Make a pit stop before we get back to the Outcast.”

She sat up, turning to him, “what did you have in mind?”

“Bespin seemed pretty nice. We didn’t get to see much of it. Thought we could do the tourist thing for a day or two. Get some alone time.”

She laughed, “Didn’t like having to share me this week, Tracker?”

Hunter put down his caf, brushed the hair off her face and pulled her to him. “You could say that”

“Well, I think that sounds like a great idea.”

Her soft lips met his hungrily and he realized how hard it had been to keep at a respectable distance with his family around. They had taken walks and stollen moments, but the point of the trip had to integrate the two versions of his life, the two versions of himself and he was pleasantly surprised by the success of it. But he still selfishly wanted her to himself before they returned to the reality of their fractured lives.

“What are you thinking about? She asked

Hunter’s eyes came back into focus, “oh you know. Nothing much.”

“Marker, you clones can’t lie for anything can you?” she said with a smirk.

He kissed her again, his arms tracing the familiar curves of her body.

“You can kiss me as long as you like, Hunter. I’m still going to ask the question.” She said coyly.

He chuckled and nuzzled her neck, “I can think of other ways to distract you.”

“I’m sure you can, but your family will be awake soon and so will the rest of the Pabu,”

Hunter sank away and chewed on his inner cheek, trying to think of the right words.

“We’ve got an expiration date, haven’t we?” he asked at last.

“What do you mean?” she asked, eyes narrowing in concern.

Hunter sighed, intertwining his fingers in hers, “There’s going to come a time when I’m not going to want to or be able to come on bounty missions with you. And there will be a time when Pabu will no longer hold the charm for you that it currently does. I can’t stay with you all the time, and you can’t stay with me and eventually I will get old, and it won’t take that long,” he said sadly, “and you will have to move on.”

“So, what are you saying?” she asked suspiciously.

“Nothing, I just think we both need to be aware that…whatever this is and for however long it lasts, I’m all in, until I can’t be anymore. I think we owe each other the truth and the respect that when either of us gets to that point, we let the other know. That’s all.”

Fennec was quiet for a moment and Hunter felt a weight in his chest. Had he said the wrong thing? Had he ruined this now when he was just getting comfortable with the two parts of his new life?

“I think I can do that,” she said with a smile finally. “But I bet you’ll still look hot when you’re old,”

Hunter laughed and pulled her to him.

“Wrecker, they’re doing it again?” Omega called teasingly from the door.

“Not in front of the kid!” Wrecker shouted through booming laughter.

Hunter waved them both off, “you don’t have to watch,” he said with a laugh as he turned back to Fennec, her eyes sparkling in the rising sun and continued to kiss her for as long as he could.

[helpinghanikan]

There for you

Boba-Fett x reader

Sum: Your time spent under the Daimyo’s protection had made you cocky. Most of the planet knew you were Boba-Fett’s, what they didn’t know was that it came with vows and a ring. It’s better to let the people assume you were just a plaything the Daimyo liked to keep around. Supposedly it made you safer, obviously that didn’t work as well as Boba thought.

Tatooine has a reputation for being unforgiving at night. Not just from the pirates, smugglers, and all other types of shady characters. The weather would also be hard on any unprepared traveler. Harsh winds and low temperatures can turn even the most seasoned tracker around.

Your journey wasn’t supposed to take that long. You knew that path to the closest village and had crossed it many times. That didn’t stop you from being a target. By the time you realized the speeders were trained straight for you, it was already too late.

“Is this the right one?” A voiced asked, your captor faceless with the bag over your head.

“She matches the picture. Easier to grab than the sniper, definitely.” Another voice replied. This one seemingly female in it’s pitch. There’s a foot placed on your shoulder, pushing you down until your laying on your side. “Fett only has two. Let’s hope we didn’t grab his favorite.”

Your time spent under the Daimyo’s protection had made you cocky. Most of the planet knew you were Boba-Fett’s, what they didn’t know was that it came with vows and a ring. It’s better to let the people assume you were just a plaything the Daimyo liked to keep around. Supposedly it made you safer, obviously that didn’t work as well as Boba thought.

The male captor starts speaking again: “Takes us over past the ridge. Hide the ship while we work.”

“It’s not gonna be hidden for long once her master starts searching the dessert.” Another male voice said from further away. He was likely the pilot.

“We don’t need long.” The first male voice said. “Take her out, take the pics, dump the body. Done and done.”

Now you started screaming.

Smaller gangs and groups are always scrambling for what little foothold could be found. One way to show you mean business is through the girls and guys that tend to be on the arms of these groups. Capturing them, killing them, and then sending the pictures to the rival gang.

Usually these are side pieces or mistresses that aren’t hard to replace. Never spouses or mates that could cause harsh retaliation. When Jabba was still in control a few gangs had tried this with one or two of his slaves. They were quickly removed due to their annoyance, not for the attack on those women.

The boot on your shoulder moves to your head. Pressing down hard until you could feel the cool of the ship floor through the bag.

“Stop. Screaming.” She says, turning her foot to emphasize her point.

Both Fennec and Boba had offered to either get someone to make the run for you. But this village still needed a personal touch to keep the relationship between them and Mos Espa strong. Seeing the arm candy to the Daimyo coming up with the promised credits was one way to do it.

It wouldn’t take long for this ship to make it past the ridge. Long enough for you to think about how Boba would react when he got those pictures. That had you screaming all over again.

“I. SAID. STOP!” The female voice said again, a kick to your stomach.

You’re still recovering from the impact when the entire ship shakes. Metal and machinery rattles your entire world. Sending your head into jelly from being so close to the ground as it happens.

“Are you serious?!” The first male voice yells.

“Who is it? What is it?” Asked the female.

“If I knew I’d be firing back at it!” Screams the pilot. The ship rattles once more. “Kriff! Somethings’ hit the roof. Somethings on the roof!”

It’s suddenly much hotter inside the bag than it was just a seconds ago. Although the world is dark you can see the bright orange dot penetrating the ceiling. It traces into a circle, leaving behind a trail that lands with an outrageous THUD!

Panic erupts throughout the ship. You are only involved when the hood is ripped from your head. Leaving you staring straight at Fennec’s helmet.

“Just run, okay?” She says, smacking the wall just behind you. “Run.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Fennec cuts free your ankles and off you go. Sprinting into the endless sand and countless stars. Not having a direction in mind, only away.

Wind was kicking up sand, making you blind and keeping your path a mystery. You didn’t make it very far. Only about three hundred feet before running into someone solid as a tree and just as strong.

“Hold tight,” Boba says, leaning down just enough to grab the back of your thighs.

You don’t have time to thank you. As the ground is already disappearing from beneath your feet.

Boba Fett’s jetpack wasn’t made for someone without armor. Meant to be used while wearing full garb: without a helmet the already whipping sand was that much harsher. Digging into your skin and hurting your eyes. The pack was attached to Boba, making his arms and your grip the only thing keeping you from falling and, at best, breaking your legs.

You only fly for a few minutes before little lights dance at the corner of your eye. Down below the bright colors of Mod bikes were waiting down below.

“We’re landing, brace yourself.” Boba says in an attempt to give comfort.

Three of the Mods gang were waiting when you touch down. While they gave you a glance, one even allowing a smile, they were too focused on Boba to greet you properly. You should be used to this treatment by now, they really only cared about the big man with the gun. Not on his wife standing off to the side.

“Take her home,” Boba ordered, an arm still around you. “Do not leave her side until you reach the palace. Understood?”

“You got it; we’ll keep her safe.” One of the members said. The one who had actually acknowledged you.

Boba turned towards you. “This won’t take long. I promise.”

It’s hard to feel the warmth and affection when he’s all dolled up in green and Beskar. Inside the armor he’s the Mos Espa protector, former bounty hunter, and destroyer of enemies. Obvious this made him one of the hottest things walking, but not the kind you run to to feel better about your situation.

That is the only reason you could give for letting him go. His helmet pressing his forehead against yours for a second before letting you go. He’s gone from sight by the time you straddled one of the bikes.

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Fett had liked having his elegance and space, it would seem. It took a few weeks before Boba was comfortable with bringing his guard down within the walls. It took some weeks to get that massive slug bed out and replace it with a proper mattress. Boba Had conceded on a large bed after his bacta tank was no longer needed.

The stone floor made it hard to near impossible to be sneaky. There would always be an echo from moving around. Whether wearing heels, boots, or in bare feet. This made it easy to hear Boba arrive from the balcony.

There’s no point in turning around to greet him. He would be able to see you through the arch way. He’d know you were waiting; he also knew you were wearing his robe.

Of course you had your own. But after everything it helped to have a little bit of him hanging off of your shoulders. It kept away the chill from your naked body underneath. Even dressing felt like too much after the quick shower.

It didn’t take long for Boba to remove his armor and weapons. Droids scurried around him to get everything off and put away correctly.

“Have you eaten?” Boba asks from the doorway.

You shook your head. “I honestly forgot. No point in waking up the kitchen because I was so late for dinner.”

“That’s what I’m paying them for.” Boba replies, disappearing for a second.

From the balcony you could see most of Mos Espa. At this time of night most of the lights were starting to turn off. Being replaced by the streetlights and headlights from bikes moving through the alleyways.

Past the city the desert stretched forever. Every now and then there was a little flicker from somewhere outside of the walls. Although they were mostly white, much like the stars, a few blinked red. Even from here you knew it was blaster fir. Watching them for too long almost had you hearing them being fired.

“I was feeling bantha tonight.” Boba says, stepping up to your side. “I made sure the steaks will be medium rare.”

“The only kind that’s allowed.” You replied, still staring out towards the blinking red.

Boba hesitates before placing a hand on your back. When he does you immediately lean against him. Giving the needed permission for Boba to pull you closer against his chest. Embracing on the balcony for anyone still awake to see and be jealous of.

After a moment Boba breaks the silence by asking; “Are you hurt?”

“Not enough to matter. Just a few bruises, especially on my ego.” You reply, turning your head up to look at him. “Are they dead?”

Boba has made a habit of always telling the truth. But only if you specifically asked. Had you just let the moment last, and never brought your captors up again, then he would have taken care of them without a moments hesitation.

“Not yet,” Boba said, turning his head to kiss your cheek. “I had Fennec keep the three alive. They hurt you, insulted my position, and embarrassed Fennec by taking you so brazenly. An example needs to be made, otherwise others may try this again.”

He speaks as if he were on his throne. Regarding a room full of citizens and opportunists alike. With a tone that kept everyone’s attention.

He had been sitting on that throne when you left. Stopping by to lean down and whisper that you were leaving. He had taken your hand and offered an escort, but his focus stayed on the farmer in near tears in front of him.

You can’t fault Boba for focusing on those in need over you. Because of this you didn’t insist on getting a kiss or feel the gentle touch of his helm against your forehead.

You remember this now. Smiling sweetly in a way you hadn’t done the entire night.

“I feel like tonight was a good reminder that I need a kiss goodbye, my dear.” You say, looking at his lips.

“My mistake.” Boba replies, going in for a kiss to make up for the one he had failed to give earlier.

The kiss starting off chaste and sweet. Boba waiting a second to ensure you were alright before going further. His hands sliding up your back, splaying his fingers over as much space as possible.

He moans when you step to closer. As if he were pleasantly surprised that you had chosen to only wear his robe this night. Not that he could say much else. Only wearing his short after having his armor and weapons removed. He was too focused on getting to you than whether or not he should put on some new clothes.

“Will you have me?” He asks between kisses.

“Yes, Boba, Yes.” You reassure. Biting at his lip to get his attention entirely. “Next time I get tied up; I want it to be by you. Only you.”

That did it. Just like before Boba lifted the back of your thighs. Setting you on the balcony’s edge, holding your hips hard to ensure that you felt as safe as possible. Or to distract you while he opens up the robe, bracing your chest against his to ensure that your mouths left for the least amount of time as possible.

“I won’t let you be hurt; I swear on my life, on my armor, on everything. I’m going to kill them.” Boba says, more for himself than you.

“Still alive, are they? I assumed they’re in the dungeons then?” You say, moving your arms for the robe to fall further open. Nothing was hidden now. And it was evident on Boba’s face as he stared at the body he’s seen a hundred times.

Boba nods when he realizes that you had asked a question.

“Then I want them to hear us.” You challenge. “Make them know that they failed. That I’m alive and that my screams don’t just come from fear.”

Boba doesn’t say anything, but you can see the change happen. His eyes focusing on yours for the briefest of seconds. Not that it mattered whether you knew his next actions or not, you were already being pulled forward, until your butt say on the ledges very edge. And Boba went to his knees before you.

Few in the galaxy had the privilege of experiencing both sides of Boba Fett. To know the difference between being fucked by Boba and making love with him.

He usually fucks when the day is long and there is nothing to say. The silence will be painful before he reaches your shared chambers. When you’re following right behind he’ll quickly take hold of your wrist, pulling you into the room as if you may escape if he’s not careful. If you’re already in the room he’ll be against your back without bothering to say hello.

His kisses are biting, and hands are rough on your skin. There won’t be enough time to get him armor off. Barely enough time to remove his gloves before he’s finding the opening in your clothes. Say nothing and every bit of his armor and weapons will be left on. The harsh material of his gloves pressing against your neck to keep you in place.

Making love is much more common. He’ll look at you with a slight tilt to his head. As if he couldn’t believe that this beautiful woman was his to have and to hold. He’ll verbally say this too, but only when he knows no one else can hear.

Everything will already be off when he comes to you. His hands are softer, they travel further, and take their time in mapping out the body he already knows.

Right here and now it’s somewhere in between. He bites the inside of your thighs but is gentle in guiding your leg. Resting it over his shoulder to stay out of the way as he travels forward. Nipping and biting while you grabbed onto the balcony for dear life.

“Oh, please.” You gasped out when his lips met your lower ones.

Starting off with soft, wet, bites between your lips. His mouth is so hot it boils your bloods. His hands squeezing the inside of your thighs send the entire world into overdrive. Your system working to make sure your body doesn’t shut down from all the licks, kisses, and touches that Boba wrecked through your body.

His tongue finally joins in and the teasing is over. He pushes up until you’re flat onto your back. The thick balcony edge able to cover your entire back. Making the only thing hanging off the edge.

He rumbles into your skin. Tip of his tongue exploring your entrance as if he were nervous to plunge in completely.

When he finally penetrates your sounds come out sharp. Gasping out into the open air, not caring if anyone down below stopped to hear. Boba moaning at the sounds you made. Sliding his hands up slowly in appreciation.

He builds your orgasm slowly. Wanting more so to taste, to feel, and to know this woman he was worshiping. In doing that he worry about going faster to reach the end. He didn’t want to.

Thick electricity and warmth travels through your body. Growing from your pelvis to your legs and chest. Pressing against your breasts, making your nipples sensitive to the light touch of the soft robe.

You don’t realize the orgasm has reached it peak until your eyes aren’t able to focus. Your thighs closing around Boba’s head without your permission. He grunts at the squeeze but doesn’t stop. If anything he starts to go faster, lick deeper, and downright bite softly at your lips until he gets his goal of your voice.

And voice you did. Head thrown back, crying out to Mas Espa. What you were saying didn’t make much sense. You were calling out Boba’s name, thanking him, begging for more, and pleading with him not to stop.

You wouldn’t have known it at the time, but three passersby had stopped just below your balcony. Young people heading home after a late-night shift. Stopping when hearing the sounds of a loud woman. Taking a moment or two to realize they were shouts of pleasure rather than distress.

“Good for her,” One of the passersby had said. Continuing on her way, now more excited than ever to make it back to her own husband.

Boba stays close as your orgasm finally dies down. Slotting firmly between your thighs, gently stroking the outside of your thighs. Only reaching further up when you finally found the strength to bring your head up.

“Do you feel any better?” Boba asks, reaching out to help pull you up into a sitting position.

He’s so sweet when he allows the concern to reach his face. It reminds you of why you took the risk of becoming more than just a lover to Boba Fett. He had looked at you with such genuine emotions that it was intoxicating. And you were drunk on him.

“Yes, my love, so much better.” You sigh, reaching out for his head. Pulling him in to press your foreheads together. “Now let me do the same for you.”

He doesn’t take advantage of your want to please like he usually would. In the large bed he lays you down gently. Finally taking away the robe and dragging his lips and his hands over every piece of you that he was allowed.

Although it was only the other that you were taken by him, it felt like an eternity. His cock slid through your folds once, twice, before finding your entrance. Pressing in with gentle pressure that through your head back and opens your legs for whatever Boba could dream of doing.

“Love you, love you so much.” Boba whispers in your ear.

You don’t need to reply, he already knows. Instead you place an arm around his neck. Keeping him close as his thick cock splits you open. He rubs your insides raw with powerful thrusts that jiggles your entire body. Keeping a tempo that reaches the deepest part of your body.

Sex with Boba wasn’t always this good. Your first time was fast, clumsy, and ended with dissatisfaction on your end. Something that Boba rectified when he realized, but it felt more like a responsibility rather than part of the fun.

It took time to figure eachother out this well. Your wedding night Boba had asked you to explain what you liked, what you wanted, and what he could do. The first hour coming off like a business meeting you had to attend before being allowed to leave for the weekend.

“Ready?” Boba asks with a husky voice.

“Yes, please.” You reply, body already singing with want for another orgasm.

He leans back from you. The room now freezing without his body to lay against. Still you kept your hands on his wrists, keeping contact as he takes hold of your hips. Pushing you up and down the bed to slam into his hips with a vigor that couldn’t be made from the previous position.

You made a move to massage your own clit, but Boba practically growled. Using his own hand to do the job for you. Although he moved sloppily, with barely a sense of rhythm. But that almost made it better.

Boba has a powerful body. And he uses it to destroy you in a way that can’t be replicated anytime soon. Mixture of the rapid penetration and the massaging of your clit brought that electric warmth traveling through your body once more.

This time you were fully aware of it. Arching your back as if this would make it travel faster, reach your goal at the same time that Boba found his.

Although this didn’t happen it was close enough. Your clenching pussy from another orgasm was just enough for Boba to reach his own edge. Sending him hunching over your body as he orgasmed. Slowly pumping into you as his orgasm rolls through him.

He speaks so softly, so deeply, that you didn’t understand all that he was saying. Although you caught the tail end of terms of endearment and your own name. That was really all you needed to know.

“Come here,” You demand of him when he rolls off.

He does as you ask. Rolling over to make room for you to slide into his arms. Your head tucked under his chin. Sweat and cum staining the sheets that would need to be cleaned later. In a few hours the feeling of it between your thighs would become annoying, but that was for later.

In only a few moments Boba kisses your hairline and says; “I want you in armor.”

“What?” You ask, lifting your head to look at him properly.

He’s looking over you the same way he does when planning. “You need better protection than I can provide. You need armor.”

It’s almost a show how he throws the blanket off of himself. Getting out of the bed and taking his robe with him. Leaving you naked in the bed, a little confused but also excited.

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It took a week for your armor to be ordered and finished. Boba spared no expense on materials and design. Getting his new buddy Din Djarin involved when Din started asking questions about your husband’s sudden need of beskar.

Your former captors were kept alive during that week. Fennec made it a point to personally stop by everyday to deliver their food and water. She never said anything, just made sure they knew their deaths would come eventually.

That day came in the late hours of the day. Your captors dragged from their cell by Fennec and marched into the throne room. Standing side by side in chains before the Daimyo.

With Fennec taking her place on Boba’s right, you stood on his left. Staying quiet behind your new helmet of refined beskar. The breast plate, shoulder pads, and leg protection hid your identity pretty well. Especially since you hadn’t gotten the chance to paint and personalize it in your own style yet.

“My lord, we didn’t mean-.” One of your captors started but was quickly silenced by Boba’s raised hand.

“Don’t insult me further by lying.” He said. “You three have already done that enough. Not just to me, but to my right hand, and to my wife.”

This was the moment you chose to remove your helmet. It was a dramatic moment to see your captors become the ones with fear in their eyes. When they came in they just assumed you were some random mercenary, not their victim.

“They made me!” The female captor shouted. “Please, I didn’t want to do it!”

“Oh, shut up. It was her Kriffing plan!” Shouted the captor in the middle. He had been the pilot.

The two started to argue with raised voices and begging pleas. Only one of the captors stayed quiet. His eyes downcast and body lax. A man who had accepted his fate.

Fennec stops the argument with a single shot at their feet.

“Watch the fire to the ground,” Boba told Fennec. “I don’t want you hitting him by mistake.”

“My apologize,” Fennec says, smiling at her prey.

Down, below the captors feet, Boba rancor waited. He didn’t get his breakfast this morning, and it was only now that he decided to whine about it.

“Please,” The captor, the pilot, whispered towards you. “I’m sorry.”

“Three insults, three prisoners, three punishments.” Boba says, calling their attention to him although he was talking to you and Fennec. “Only fair that we each get to pick a fate.”

You nodded in agreement, but it was still hard to find your voice in this moment.

Boba turns to Fennec first: “What would you-.”

He doesn’t get to finish. Fennec leaning forward and pressing down the throne’s switch. Instantly the middle captive, the pilot, dropped from this world. His screams echoed through the halls in a way that hadn’t happened since the age of Jabba the Hutt.

You don’t have to look over to know that Boba’s pet finally got his breakfast. A loud crunch and the silencing of screams confirmed that.

“You didn’t let me finish.” Boba told Fennec.

“I’m sorry, I got excited.” Fennec explained.

At this point the female captor was sobbing. Begging for her life and screaming at her co-conspirator for getting them into this mess.

 She only stops when a blast fire from Boba’s hand. A single shot between her eyes that threw her body backwards. Slamming onto the floor in a head the shape of a corpse. Her tears were still wet when she died.

You couldn’t look away from her body. Staring at was once the greatest threat to your life, now gone from this world thanks to your husband. The name that now reached out for your hand and took it so gently you were surprised.

“You don’t have choose,” He says, pulling you closer to whisper properly. “You don’t have to do anything. Ever.”

The last captor still stands without looking at anything. He moves slowly to stand over the trap door. Although his slow movements don’t keep Fennec from drawing her weapon.

He now looks up at you. Knowing what you wanted to do, and practically begging you to do it.

It’s quiet in the throne room. Boba not wanting to push you, Fennec too curious to say anything, and the guests far too scared to make a single noise. Only the moving of the rancor down below kept the world moving.

Without thinking, or even trully deciding, you pressed down on the trap door. Leaning across Boba’s lap to do so. Looking away as your last captor drops through the door and into the hands of a beloved pet.

It was only then did the throne room make noise. Someone cheering and another joining in started the party that you weren’t expecting to happen. Fennec looked over to Boba, waiting to be told to shut it down.

“Let them enjoy,” Boba says, “Join them if you’d like.”

Fennec does just that. Stepping down where one of the twi’lek beauties were waiting for her.

You stay close to Boba, maneuvering to sit on his lap. Your helmet being placed back on to rest against his shoulder. His arms pulling you close with a hand on your shoulder and another on your knees.

“I’m sorry,” He whispers. Although it wasn’t his fault it’s nice that he still wanted to make it better. In everyway he can.

[fanfictasia]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Omega & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Hunter & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Characters: Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Clone Trooper Hunter (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Wrecker (Star Wars), Fennec Shand Additional Tags: POV Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Omega Needs a Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Omega Whump (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Protective Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Protective Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Good Sibling Clone Trooper Wrecker (Star Wars), Hurt/Comfort, Whump, whumpay, Whumpay 2024, Prompt: Hostage Situation

Summary:

Omega spent her entire life wanting to get off Kamino but adjusting to a totally different life is still complicated. The food is strange. Cid’s extremely unsanitary fresher is strange. And having bounty hunters constantly on her tail is the strangest of all.

Read on:

https://www.wattpad.com/1448153878-the-bad-batch-one-shot-collection-whumpay-day

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14359263/1/Whumpay-Day-Twenty-Six-Alt-Hostage-Situation

[writingwintermoon]

Fluff Alphabet

(I lost the post where this came from originally, if this looks familiar let me know)

Here's another writing exercise... a fluffy prompt alphabet featuring Boba and Fennec.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

When Boba and Fennec first teamed up (before they got his armor back, before they realized their feelings), they would spar and do target practice together, and scheme and discuss plans; they still do that, but with more of an understanding. They're always working on Gotra stuff; they even talk in bed about how to better the Gotra (like, chatting while they're going to bed/getting up, not during anything spicy). They're both acts-of-service focused.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

The first time I watched TBoBF episode 4, I frankly had to rewind to be sure that he didn't say "brains, brawn, and beauty". I'm glad he didn't though, he would want to give Fennec space and would never wish to make her stay if she didn't want to.

Fennec loves how weird and intense Boba is, how driven he is to be a kinder and more noble man than the person she surely met at least once in the past. She is charmed by his hardheadedness--it's always arresting to find someone who makes you go, damn, they're worse than me. She is appreciative that he saved her life, but the moment they flew away from the Palace in the ship, she knew that she could totally rely on him, that they shared something even deeper than a life debt. She loves how he sighs resignedly at her pushing his buttons (literally and metaphorically), she loves knowing that he absolutely has her back too, and she saw the swagger he had the moment he put his armor back on: she had to calm herself. She definitely loves his old self-confidence, but is rather charmed by his 'gracious Daimyo' self... and especially the tender side that only she gets to see. She is honored to be treated so gently and reverently.

Boba looooooves tough ladies... I'd consider his conversation with Koska to be Mandalorian Flirting, and of course in RotJ he gives Boushh the ol' "wassup girl" nod after the thermal detonator ultimatum. I bet that he's had a crush on Fennec for years because she's an ace shot, a keen businesswoman, AND fine as hell. He loves how sensible, practical, but slightly hedonistic she is, he loves her smirk smile... he had to catch his breath the first time he saw her with her hair down. He loves how completely on board she is with his ridiculous plans, he loves trusting her to rein him in.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Fennec acts sensible, and grounds Boba with her demands that he take care of himself--to eat, to not climb inside a dead monster, etc... she'll set a hand on his and remind him that she isn't going to leave.

Boba is less good with his words when Fennec is upset, but is steadfast and tries to do what she does for him. He'll save her every time, until he himself is dead.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Boba probably does dream of officially making Fennec his Queen, getting a second throne and all... maybe formally adopting a couple of the Mods. Really setting himself up to love and be beloved by his town and family... like, I'm thinking some end of RotJ happy family shit, some end of Return of the King, Arwen and Aragorn presiding over a new age shit!

I really don't know if Fennec would even let herself consider something so normal, so safe... but whatever her dreams are, Boba is at her side. She has finally met someone who feels right.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

They are both hardheaded independents, and can be set in their ways, but Boba relies on Fennec's wisdom more than he may even admit to her. He will do anything that she asks, and knows that she trusts him too.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

It would take a lot for either one of them to actually feel betrayed. If there were some kind of silly misunderstanding I feel like there would be the silent treatment, the businesslike cold shoulder, but hopefully amended quickly, ideally in Shakespearean comedic fashion.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Fennec takes a minute to believe that Boba didn't just save her life so that she'd be indebted to him; but once she understands that, she takes it to heart to show him loyalty almost because of that lack of expectation. When Boba finally understands that she's staying by his side not out of obligation but out of love, he can't help but cry with joy.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

I think Fennec probably knows just about everything about Boba's past, maybe even more than he does. He isn't exactly forthcoming, but is ready to explain as things come up. We as the audience still don't really know shit about Fennec, so I think Boba cherishes every detail he learns. As far as Gotra business is concerned, they are 100% on the same page, and can communicate not quite telepathically, but certainly by eyebrow.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Both--obviously Boba saved Fennec's life, but that kind of seems to have been the will of the Force that he was close by enough to have seen the flash charges. Fennec also helped Boba remember who he is.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Boba can be considered to have flirted with Koska, and Cara calls him by just his first name, so I'm thinking that he may have picked up a thing or two from Lando and can be smooth when he tries. Maybe this method didn't work on Fennec, and she prefers his intense poetic banished prince horse girl bullshit. She thinks him flirting is funny, like a party trick. She loves when he flirts with other tough ladies--and they both know that he does so for business reasons, and that they are one another's main priority.

Fennec sometimes will be overcome with a need for attention, and sit on Boba's lap in the cockpit or drag him up to her bedchamber away from prying eyes. She knows she has to tell him with words, but she wants him to know that she needs him as much as he needs her.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

I can't decide when their first kiss happens... there are so many delicious options: later that night after Boba asks Fennec to become the first member of his gotra, maybe after they see Din speed away from Cobb with Boba's armor, sometime before Tython, on Tython while Din is going through the RC's remains, on Morak anytime, in the cockpit anytime, after letting Din taunt Gideon, before storming the Arcataz, after storming the Arcataz, on the throne of the Palace after their great success... maybe even after solidifying Boba's rule, and Fennec feels safe in allowing herself that affection, allowing their relationship to be seen by others as something more than just business.

Whenever it happens, it's a romantic and meaningful time. They both finally feel safe to express their feelings.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

It would feel natural--they realize they have been in love for a long time, and for once had to put words to it... it would either be in an insanely dire situation (think Anakin and Padmé on Geonosis, or Leia and Han in the carbon freezing chamber), or it would be at the most ordinary time, like at dinner or something. <3

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Author's Note: I literally said "holy shit" out loud to myself watching TBoBF Ep 4; his business proposal sounded so much like a marriage proposal that I almost expected Fennec to say something about it. (I recommend this fic: "The Question" by @sharkariaria, https://archiveofourown.org/works/37272115 for exploring that idea!)

I like the sort of "Emma" conclusion where they both realize that the other is the only one, and if it happens in canon that's kind of how I see it going down... I would love for some Shakespearean or Austenic comedic situation, but surely Boba would try to be extremely romantical and poetic... Fennec would roll her eyes, smiling, and say "shut up and kiss me". Their marriage would be like their Daimyoship, egalitarian and unconventional.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

As far as I can tell, just the thrill of trusting someone with their first name is plenty... but I really want to hear Boba call Fennec "my Queen", maybe even just in private.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

They both try not to be obvious, but everybody else figures it out even before they do.

Fennec's love language is acts of service... making sure Boba is respected as Daimyo, making sure he eats, making sure he's sleeping well...

Boba has written a shitload of poetry for/about Fennec which may or may not ever get to see the light of day, he's the epitome of 'if I loved you less I might be able to talk about it more'. He also strikes me as the gift-giving type.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Fennec is very sensitive about the concept of the Daimyo's dignity and doesn't want to show the people that Boba has any weaknesses (i.e. his feelings for her). Boba understands this, but around friends isn't shy to let his smile linger on hers. They are both not shy at all about bragging about their business partnership, but the Venn diagram of what is business and what is their lives is a circle here.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

They are both very practical, and they have both been through so much... Boba absolutely wants to have something worth protecting in his life.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Fennec tries to maintain the facade of being "just the Daimyo's guard", but when they're alone, Boba is unabashedly romantic with her. Fennec tries to play it cool but she secretly loves being the subject of his courtly love.

Even cliché stuff seems creative with these two hardened hunters... Give me banter. Give me a hand touch with eye contact. GIVE ME THE ANIDALA MEADOW PICNIC SCENE BUT WITH BOBA AND FENNEC AND THE RANCOR.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

They believe in one another 100%. Fennec thought Boba's plan sounded crazy, but only he could think of such an idea, so she was on board. He knew that her intimidating presence alone would help his cause, and it does.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

There's no such thing as "everyday life" in the Outer Rim, so they find a lot of solace in the ordinary with one another...

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

They are both very private, mysterious people, but they definitely understand one another. They have both grown a lot as people since teaming up, and again I am assuming that they've met at least once in the past, so they both understand that the other has also grown. Fennec is really proud of Boba's turn.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

It started out as a business partnership--a very important and personal business partnership, mind you--but by the end of TBoBF, the business partnership is the life partnership is the love partnership is their lives.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Even though the Daimyo has many comfy robes at his disposal, Boba gives Fennec Jango's old blue shirt to wear as pajamas... he wanted to give her something personal of his to show the depth of his affection, and he likes feeling the fabric as they cuddle.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In private, they are both very affectionate. Boba is a huge cuddler. Fennec loves feeling him relax when she's the big spoon, knowing that he feels safe with her. She also loves for Boba to run his fingers through her hair.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

They both know about hardship, and surely they could cope if it were for business reasons, but they really haven't been apart other than during missions since they have teamed up. They're kind of inseparable. Boba certainly has had enough of being alone... and Fennec is probably worried he'll get into trouble without her.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Absolutely, they both are. They've both put their lives in the others' hands, and Boba brought her back to life on the off chance she'd agree to help get his ship back! The both depend on one another, and would do anything for the other.

[wild-karrde]

Happy Fandom Friday Karrde!! 💚

I hope you guys are ready for an absolute cuteness overload because @kimiheartblade blessed us with this adorable fic Lunch Break about Boba and his son (her OC) Jango. I am in shambles, it's so wholesome and good and the perfect thing to read on your own lunch break for a shot of sweetness 💚

This is SO SWEET AND FLUFFY OMG.

I love the thought of Boba naming his son after Jango, and I adore him being a playful father. It’s so lovely! Thanks for sending this in!

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

[artemiseamoon]

I’m so stuck on my planned ( and the backup) whump fic for this month 😭

I might just start something new, and shift those to upcoming months.

[btwxsixesandsevens]

Fennec Shand & Garsa Fwip

First off, Garsa didn't die. It is a space fantasy. They saved Boba Fett from the stomach of a sarlaac, they can save Garsa Fwip from a piece of ceiling.

Second off, this pairing is so classic, it struck me right away. I've said it before: Gangster/Madame. Bodyguard/princess. Gutter rat/high society. All the best tropes and settings that you can fit into Mos Espa.

Third off, here's my fic. It is pure sex, but enough fluff to keep it on brand for me. Trust the tags on this one. They put in that werk.

Enjoy. Happy Femslash February!

Summary: Fennec loves giving her Garsa exactly what she asks for. The desert heat can be a lot. Sometimes, that's a little ice, some ropes and a whole lot of orgasms.

Words: 2k

Tags: Strap-ons, rope play, ice play, blindfolds, Service top Fennec Shand

***

“Fennec, I can feel the breeze,” said Garsa. She was surprised at how breathless she sounded. The anticipation was getting to her. Blindfolded, she’d lost track of time.

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Golden on Ao3

[veradragonjedi]

EYO SOMEONE ORDER A BBB???

[CHAPTER 28!!AAAA]

Probably my fave so far — the insomniarc continues!

The theme today is madness!!!! Who here likes madness??? :)

@airlocksandaviaries @positivityjediprince @surfing-on-a-soundwave @materassassino @vanishedangels @idkbishsss @jspookywolf @pebblish @thechaoticfanartist @doublechocolate @insertmeaningfulusername @funkyphonophorae @proftree @bison-appreciation-club @justanothercatastrophe @purple-goo-writes

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Tags and other shizz under the cut!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV)

Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin & Cara Dune & Boba Fett & Fennec Shand, Luke Skywalker & Han Solo, Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker & Han Solo

Characters:

Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Grogu, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Cobb Vanth, Cara Dune, R2-D2, Ahsoka Tano, Ben Solo

Additional Tags:

Human/Vampire Relationship, Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, Luke Skywalker Needs A Hug, Good Parent Din Djarin, Soft Din Djarin, Alternate Ending, Grogu | Baby Yoda Ships Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Luke trains Din with the Darksaber, Vampire Luke, Post-The Mandalorian (TV) Season/Series 02, R2-D2 hates Din Djarin, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Whump, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Blood and Injury, Blood Drinking, Squick, Canon-Typical Violence, violence in general, Falling In Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Suicide Attempt, Friends To Lovers, Hurt No Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, BAMF Luke Skywalker, Only like half the time though, The other half is, Sad Luke Skywalker, Luke Skywalker has PTSD, Luke Skywalker Has ADHD, Autistic Din Djarin, Asexual Din Djarin, Asexual Luke Skywalker, Well theyre both aspec- itll be clearer in the future i swear (Din is demi Luke is grey), Touch-Starved Luke Skywalker, WHOOOOOO, Co-parents To Lovers

Language: English

Words: 154,413 -> Chapters: 28/?

[blood-blindfolds-and-butterflies]

BBB: Chapter 25, Odyssey

It's UP ��️

I am SORRY for the WAIT ladies and gentlemen and readers in between. It's been ROUGH (both academically and emotionally) lately. Exams amirite...

If any of you are still here, welcome back!

Taglist:

@airlocksandaviaries @positivityjediprince @surfing-on-a-soundwave @materassassino @vanishedangels @idkbishsss @jspookywolf @pebblish @thechaoticfanartist @doublechocolate @insertmeaningfulusername @funkyphonophorae @proftree <- I CAN FINALLY TAG YOU NOW !!! @the-trail-to-oregon @justanothercatastrophe @purple-goo-writes @babygirlbridger

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Tags and other shizz under the cut!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV)

Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin & Cara Dune & Boba Fett & Fennec Shand, Luke Skywalker & Han Solo, Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker & Han Solo

Characters:

Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Grogu, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Cobb Vanth, Cara Dune, R2-D2, Ahsoka Tano, Ben Solo

Additional Tags:

Human/Vampire Relationship, Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, Luke Skywalker Needs A Hug, Good Parent Din Djarin, Soft Din Djarin, Alternate Ending, Grogu | Baby Yoda Ships Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Luke trains Din with the Darksaber, Vampire Luke, Post-The Mandalorian (TV) Season/Series 02, R2-D2 hates Din Djarin, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Whump, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Blood and Injury, Blood Drinking, Squick, Canon-Typical Violence, violence in general, Falling In Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Suicide Attempt, Friends To Lovers, Hurt No Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, BAMF Luke Skywalker, Only like half the time though, The other half is, Sad Luke Skywalker, Luke Skywalker has PTSD, Luke Skywalker Has ADHD, Autistic Din Djarin, Asexual Din Djarin, Asexual Luke Skywalker, Well theyre both aspec- itll be clearer in the future i swear (Din is demi Luke is grey), Touch-Starved Luke Skywalker, WHOOOOOO, Co-parents To Lovers

Language: English

Words: 128,006 -> Chapters: 25/?

[flightlessangelwings]

💋February Kisses & 4K Followers Drabble Request Event!💋

❤️

February is for fluff and love, and this kisses prompt list is just too cute so I decided to use it for my requests for part 2 of my 4K follower celebration event and just to share some love here too!

I can’t believe I hit such a huge milestone it feels unreal!!! Thank you all sooo much for following me and supporting my works and for sticking around!!! I’m sending all the love right back at y’all!!! ❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖❤️

Using this prompt list send in a request for a short drabble (500-1k words I’m guessing, depending on how many I get) to be posted throughout the month of February to celebrate! Requests for this will be open from now, Feb 1 until February 7! Requests now closed!

I will not be using my taglist for this so please also follow my update blog and turn on post notifications to stay up to date! @flightlessangelwings-updates

QUICK RULES! Please read these before sending in anything!

- Please be following me to send in a request. Anon is fine just please use the honor system. And NO MINORS! My blog is 18+ only so minors please so not follow or interact!

- Please reblog your request!

- Please copy the entire prompt in your ask. Multiple requests are ok but please don’t overwhelm with too many. 

- Please let me know what type of drabble you want: fluff, smut, angst, hurt/comfort, etc. Feel free to ask for something more specific too! If you want a specific type of reader (gn, fem, plus size, bi, Latine, etc) please let me know!

- I’ll be taking requests for the following characters only:

Pedro characters- Joel Miller, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, Comandante Veracruz, Javier Peña, Javi Gutierrez, Pero Tovar, Marcus Pike, Marcus Moreno, Ezra

Star Wars- Poe Dameron, Cassian Andor, Fennec Shand, Boba Fett, Cobb Vanth, Kino Loy, Cal Kestis

Marvel- Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Loki, Tasm!Peter Parker, Frank Castle, Carol Danvers, Sam Wilson

Others- Tommy Miller, Benny Miller, Santiago Garcia, Bishop Losa, Angel Reyes, Dream of the Endless, Thirteenth Doctor

Specific parings and thruples- MPoA (Frankie/reader/Benny), Neighbor!Steven Grant, Veracruz/Cariño, DinCobb/reader, Joel/reader/Frankie, Javi G/Estrella, BobaDin/reader

- This is a list of things I do not write for. Please respect my boundaries and do not ask for anything on this list. It will be deleted and ignored.

Real people fic

Pregnancy/breeding/lactation/kids/anything similar

Age gaps, including teacher/student

Virginity/innocence kink

Daddy kink

Sick fics/illness

Priest au or anything religious

A/B/O

- Please use a heart emoji at the end of your ask so I know you read all of this! Asks without one will not be answered. Thank you!  💖

[dinluke-ao3feed]

The Gentlemen of Sundari

Read it on https://archiveofourown.org/works/61438036 by French_Fraise Din and Luke have been dating for more than a year and moved in together. They are ready to celebrate their first Christmas together. However, the local brewery “The Armorer” struggles to find money to stay open. Fortunately, Paz has a great idea to raise funds to save the brewery. Words: 8480, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Christmas series Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Grogu | Baby Yoda, The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV), Bo-Katan Kryze, Cara Dune, Paz Vizsla, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Ben Solo, Cobb Vanth Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV)/Bo-Katan Kryze, Cara Dune/Paz Vizsla Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, Christmas Special, Good Parent Din Djarin, and he is a DILF, Din Djarin and Boba Fett are cousins, Boba Fett & Fennec Shand Friendship, Din Djarin & Cara Dune are Best Friends, The armorer is named Rook, Cara and Paz are finally dating, luke skywalker is in love, Magic Mike meets Christmas, Stripping, but Cobb is not aware at first, Paz and Boba love it, not Din, Grogu and Ben are friends, Din Djarin is a Tease, But so is Luke, Sexual Tension, not smut

[vanishedangels]

Clan of Warriors

Click here for First chapter

Summary: While rebuilding Mandalore, Mand'alor Din Djarin is questioned by his people because of his beliefs and origins. In the dawn of a civil war, the council resolves that The Mand'alor must join in marriage with someone close to Bo-Katan Kryze. He’s forced to marry Koska Reeves and accept a loveless union. In the meantime, Din is having a secret relationship with his son’s Master, Jedi Luke Skywalker, his dream of having his own clan of warriors is about to fade away.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker

Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Leia Organa, Cara Dune, Koska Reeves, Bo-Katan Kryze, Axe Woves, OC, Peli Motto, Fennec Shand, Boba Fett, Paz Vizsla, Owen Lars, Beru Whitesun, Han Solo, Chewbacca, Wedge Antilles.

Rating: Explicit (+18)

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence. Explicit Smut.

Tags: Canon Compliant, Post Season 2 Finale, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Friends To Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Demisexual Din Djarin, Top Luke Skywalker, Bottom Din Djarin, Top Din Djarin, Bottom Luke Skywalker, Protective Din Djarin, BAMF Luke Skywalker, Adorable Baby Yoda, Sassy Leia Organa, Gai Bal Manda, Blindfolds, Sub Din Undertones, Fantasies, Jealous Luke, Keldabe Kiss, Smut, Jealous Din, Dirty Talk, Face Reveal.

Chapters: 34/?

Navigation: <- Previous Chapter • Next Chapter ->

She sighed resting her forearm on the armrest "There you go, Mand'alor, you gave me the right answer." She smiled fondly "I won't marry you."

Din chuckled "You're amazing, my friend, but they'll find someone else and I'd prefer to marry you, really. This is the way."

"No, this is not the way. This is just the council's way. And you're respectful of their way even when it broke Luke like that? I can't believe what I'm hearing! You're The Mand'alor, you go and find a way, Din!" She scolded him. "Listen, I saw you last night, I know what I saw, you deserve to be happy, vod. Fight for him, you're a Mandalorian, you fight!"

Chapter 34: Ardour

Luke was opening his eyes, Din was sitting on the bed by his side, caressing his cheek with his knuckles "Good morning, sunshine."

Luke was staring at him with round eyes "Oh, Gods, Din. How did I get here?" He sat up on the mattress resting his back on the pillows.

"I brought you here." Din answered, he was now caressing his forearm.

"Ah, my head is killing me." Luke was pressing his hand against his forehead, grimacing and groaning a little.

"You should rest today, sweetheart."

Luke frowned staring at Din "Did I... Did I yell at you last night?" Din shook his head. "Oh, Gods, don't lie, I know I did. I'm sorry, Din. I'm so ashamed."

"It's okay, babe." Din was leaning forward to kiss him on his cheek.

"What happened? What did we do?" Luke asked while looking around, like assessing the sheets and his clothes "Did we...?" He arched one eyebrow glancing at Din.

"I stayed in Grogu's room last night, you were drunk, even if you were naked and begging for it I wouldn't have given it to you."

Luke chuckled "I know you, I mean, I know you wouldn't, but you're-" He was narrowing his eyes staring at Din's face "You're so affectionate and using pet names. I assumed..." He shook his head "Nothing. How's Grogu?"

"He's right there." Din pointed at the living room, baby was drawing on the floor, very focused.

Luke moved his head to see him "Did he feel my anger last night?"

"What? He was fine, he didn't even notice it, he was sleeping." Din answered.

"That's so good." Luke smiled, he moved to lie down on the mattress again "Ah, I can feel that I was so angry. Did I ruin the dinner?"

"Not at all, cyar'ika." And Din was kissing him, softly, tenderly.

Luke gently moved his head to a side, breaking the kiss "Din, please."

"I know, you asked me to give you time, right." Din nodded.

"What did I say last night?" Luke was blushing.

"We need to talk, Luke." Din said staring into his eyes.

Luke was pressing his chin against his chest "What did I say, Din?" He insisted avoiding Din's eyes, his voice sounded so quiet.

They heard a knock on the door. Din answered putting his helmet back on. Miko was in front of him "Good morning, Your Highness. Your fiancee is waiting to have breakfast with you, sir."

"What?" Din was resting his hands on his hips.

Miko stuttered looking him up and down "I-I... I heard it's tradition, sir. This is the way."

Din rolled his eyes behind the visor, Luke appeared from behind him "Go Din, I'm taking care of my Padawan."

"Sir, I'm staying with your son and the Jedi Master until you come back."

Din remembered how uneasy Miko made Luke feel and he didn't want to add more suffering. "No, you come with me, he's a Jedi, he can snap a man's neck only by moving his hand up in the air, I saw it." He sighed.

"What?" Miko was searching for Luke with his eyes, looking amazed.

"Ad'ika is safe with him, let's go." He looked back at Luke and Grogu "I'll see you in a moment, okay?" Luke nodded.

Din's heart broke into pieces when he saw his cyare crouching down to caress Grogu's head, the baby purred, his big brown eyes shining as he looked up at his Master.

His Master... My love. In a perfect world Luke would be Grogu's father and Din's riduur. A clan of three. Din swallowed hard and closed his eyes, the dream was dying, slipping through his fingers.

~

Din was sitting across from Koska in a winter garden, he was staring down, his fingers playing with a spoon.

Koska was attentively staring at him "Din, can I ask you something?" Din shrugged "You are adorable when you do that, you look like a kid." He snorted. "Din, give me the right answer and I won't marry you."

Din snapped his head towards her "What?"

"The Jedi. You love him. What does he mean to you?"

Din was astonished, his eyes and mouth wide open behind the helmet.

"Come on, Din. What does he mean to you?"

He looked down again "Grogu and Luke mean the world to me." He said under his breath, with no intention of lying.

She sighed resting her forearm on the backrest "There you go, Mand'alor, you gave me the right answer." She smiled fondly "I won't marry you."

Din chuckled "You're amazing, my friend, but they'll find someone else and I'd prefer to marry you, really. This is the way."

"No, this is not the way. This is just the council's way. And you're respectful of their way even when it broke Luke like that? I can't believe what I'm hearing! You're The Mand'alor, you go and find a way, Din!" She scolded him. "Listen, I saw you last night, I know what I saw, you deserve to be happy, vod. Fight for him, you're a Mandalorian, you fight!"

Din was in awe of this amazing sister he found along the way "You're... You're right."

"Look, Bo-Katan came up with this arrangement, now, it's time for you to solve this."

"You mean I should force her to fight with me over the darksaber?" Din asked her.

"No. Why do you think she would never accept that?" Din didn't say a word. "She always knew she was going to lose, she knows she can't beat you."

"She told you that?"

"Yes. Many times. Din, find a way, please. Besides, I'm in a relationship too." She smirked.

"Good." Din nodded.

"He wasn't happy either, so when I saw Luke last night I thought about my cyare, I knew we were wrong, this was wrong." She gestured with her hand between them.

Din huffed "It's good you think the same."

"Go, Din. Go get him." She was waving her hand and pointed at the door "Go to your cyare."

Din felt like crying when he heard her saying that, he sighed repeating those words relishing in the way his modulated voice filled the room "My cyare..." He said out loud for the very first time and he suddenly felt so sure about his feelings and ready to fight for them.

He stood up "Don't say a word yet, I need to be off planet one day at least, they shouldn't know." She frowned. "Not even your cyare, Koska. Please."

"Are you telling someone else besides Luke?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm telling Vizsla about this." He answered.

"No, let me tell him, my cyare should know about this from me, Din."

Din froze "Wait. You and Vizsla?" She nodded smiling. "I can't believe it, I'm so sorry." He chuckled.

"Goodbye, Din." She was laughing.

~

Din was walking through the long corridor, he felt the adrenaline rushing all over his body, his heart pounding against his ribs. Fight for him, Din. You're a mandalorian. It doesn't matter if he rejects you because of his Jedi reasons, he needs to know.

Luke and Grogu were meditating, sitting on the living room's floor. Din flinched the minute he realized he was entering the room like a whirlwind. He waited, and waited, and waited. He gave them space until they finished their training. He had lunch with them. He didn't hesitate, not even for a second, that the minute he was putting Grogu to sleep, he was telling Luke the truth.

Din came back to the living room, Luke was reading on his datapad. "Ah, Luke?"

Little Jedi looked at him, worrying his lower lip with his teeth, he looked down to his datapad again.

"Look at me. I need to ask you something. What are we?" Din had his heart up his throat now, the words coming out of his mouth like arrows. He winced the moment he noticed how harshly his question came out.

Luke tried to look anywhere but at Din "Why are you doing this? Don't. Please. Don't."

"I need to know. Just tell me." He insisted. Din wouldn't stop now.

"This is not helping, I promise." Luke retorted as he was holding his hands, he looked upset.

Din walked towards him, he kneeled, resting his hands on Luke's thighs "I'm not getting married, cyar'ika, Koska and I cut the wedding off, I can't marry her. I'm gonna find a way, I'm gonna talk to Bo-Katan."

Luke was staring at him with eyes wide open "You can't get into a duel, Din. Please, don't..."

Din chuckled "No, no, I'm going down the diplomatic route. We can make it work."

Luke interrupted him "What if the council and the protesters don't let you?"

Din sighed "I don't give a shit."

Luke frowned "Din! I'm serious."

"I'm being serious too." Luke huffed "Okay, if that happens then I throw this thing away and I run away with you and Grogu." He pointed at the darksaber.

His words making Luke gape "You would do that?"

"Yes, sweetheart." He caressed Luke's thighs. "Please tell me, cyar'ika, what are we?"

Luke closed his eyes.

"I think you know that answer." Luke said quietly, his eyes boring into Din's soul.

"Are you..." Din trailed off. "Please Luke, I need to know what do you feel about us." He said and he felt the way his stomach clenched and his heartbeat went impossible faster.

Luke blinked and nodded in silence, until he smiled tenderly and stroked Din's cheek as he leaned into his touch, Din could have died right on the spot.

"I love you, Din." Luke said shivering “I'm sorry, I have no right telling you this, not now, please forgive me, but I do love you, I won't lie to you...”

Din froze.

"I love you, Din." Luke was boring into his eyes "I'm in love with you." He said breathing heavily, his hands over Din's on his thighs. "But you always knew that, right?" He asked tilting his head. Din looked at his mouth, he was feeling like little Jedi's lips were moving in slow motion. He blinked, he thought he was dreaming.

Din started moving his fingers squeezing Luke's thighs, he was laughing as tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. He hid is face in Luke's chest, still laughing, blinking back tears, incredulous. Luke stroke his hair, staring at him, searching for his face.

"Din?" Luke asked with a trembling voice.

Din tossed his head back, looking into his cyar'ika's eyes "And I'm so in love with you, Luke." He said with a lump in his throat. Luke smiled adorably, nodding, his blue eyes sparkling, he rested his face against Din's.

"I love you, Luke. I've been in love with you since way before we started... this." He made a gesture between them with his hand.

Luke was breathless. Din cupped his face with his hands.

"I love you since you slayed those dark troopers back when you rescued Grogu and all of us... I saw you." Luke gasped. "Yes, I did. There were monitors, I saw every move you made, and it hit me, and then you took that hood down, and I didn't realize back then because Grogu was all that mattered to me at that moment, but now I know what you made me feel."

He brushed his fingers on his cheeks and whispered "You're the greatest warrior I've ever seen in my entire life, and that's the most important thing to a Mandalorian, warrior, clan..." He said absentmindedly "A clan of warriors."

"I... Oh Din." Luke squeezed his eyes shut.

"I love you, cyare. I love you when you spar with me, I love you when you are holding Grogu, I love you when you cry, I love you when you smile, I love you when we're in bed and I even love you when we fight." Din said with a soft voice.

Luke was smiling, caressing Din's chest with his hands "You are the love of my life, Din. I can't hide it anymore, I've tried. And how l tried..." He sighed deeply, Din could tell there was sadness in his eyes.

Din closed his eyes, feeling the earth moving under his feet. He held Luke tight, he sighed "Marry me, cyar'ika." Din managed to say pressing his forehead against Luke's. Holding the back of his head with one hand.

Luke was nodding in silence, panting against Din's face "Din, I would love to be your clan."

Stars!

Din was almost touching the sky with his hands. He smiled at Luke trying to capture his lips in a kiss when his cyare opened his mouth to say "But I can't."

Din stopped in his tracks and looked at Luke's eyes frowning.

"I'm sorry. We can't. This is bigger than you and me, please understand, my love." Luke was still boring into his eyes, not blinking, his lips curling down.

The time stopped right after Din heard those words and the dream turned slowly into the most terrifying nightmare.

Din's throat tightened.

"Luke?"

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

So I may have just realized your requests are open (my grandfather says I would be a terrible witness to a murder bc I am unobservant we love adhd lol) so here I am to beg!

I never see a ton (any?) fics exploring Din and Boba’s friendship and only that. Like, my blog IS the horny corner. Friendship fluff ain’t my usual reblogs but fuck it’s also like amazing??? Idk I just think Din and Boba and Cobb deserve to have time to be just guys being dudes and bonding. (I do love me some DinCobb tho don’t get me wrong) anyway, nothing specific other than learning more about how you see their friendship? They obvs respect each other and trust each other. I bet they have a lot of weird inside jokes.

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Beskar Buddies [Mando and Boba Fett]

Warnings and Information: Not a relationship fic. This is just a silly, not-taking-itself-too-seriously friendship fic for Boba and Din Djarin. References to canon-typical violence, drugs (spice), alcohol, and some events from both The Mandalorian and The Book of Boba Fett. Minor Star Wars and real-world swearing. We're gonna make fun of Shiny Dad who doesn't know he's in Star Wars just a little bit. Din's helmet stays on. Narrative and stylistic use of italics. Minor proofreading and editing.

Word-count: 3,880

He's supposed to be here on Tatooine for a simple bounty - it's really nothing more than a glorified errand run for some spoiled little princeling who insists on only the finest Sansanna spice from the Outer Rim. But the princeling doesn't need to know that; he'll be allowed to believe that it was necessary to spend as much time as was desired for Din Djarin to acquire enough Sansanna for this young man's birthday celebration hosted on one of the Core Worlds,  if it means Din can cleverly lighten those pockets by a few more credits in order to provide for himself and the little one a little more comfortably, even if just for a while. 

Din only meant to spend an extra day here at most before collecting the requested goods and taking them back to his client. But when word made its way to the new Daimyo, and he knew that it would, that another who clads himself in the armor typical to Mandalorians is sniffing around Mos Espa, how could he refuse the request from the Master Assassin and second-in-command to pay a visit. 

"Shand." he greets her once he's calmed the slight tremor of his heart after being taken by surprise in an alleyway in the Worker's District of Espa, and reholsters the IB-94. "I didn't expect to run into you here. Conducting business on behalf of the Daimyo?" 

"Greet every woman that way?" Fennec Shand teases him with an indicative toss of her head to the holster. "Or am I just special?" 

"You surprised me." Din admits, repeating himself that he didn't expect to run into her by this point. He knows Boba is a busy man with a syndicate to operate, and what he cannot oversee himself, he often delegates the task to the bounty hunter standing in front of Din now. 

"Good. Means I'm not losing my edge." Fennec answers, a playful purr of pride in her voice. "Serves the Daimyo well if I can maintain the element of surprise when I am tasked to carry out his bidding on a busy man's behalf. To extend an invitation of sorts: Lord Fett would like an audience with you." 

"Very well." Din agrees, playing into the façade of formality - all part of the performance of power and command that is carried out in the halls of the Palace on the fringes of the Northern Dune Sea. He relays a short message to Peli Motto over in Mos Eisley that his return for Grogu may be a little delayed, first, for peace of mind, before Din will follow Shand back to the Palace. "Lead the way." 

Boba Fett dismisses the people within the throne room of the Palace - likely members who serve as part of the gotra or those who had come to pay tributes or give offerings of sorts to one of Espa's influential figureheads - as Fennec returns with Din as she had been asked. 

He wears his armor and (most of) his notable weaponry while seated on the throne, save for the cool, dark green helmet which sits neatly on the armrest. Displayed, rather than worn, now. "I hoped she would find you. I asked if she could extend my invitation once I heard there was someone who did not tell me he would be paying the fair city of Mos Espa a visit." Fett is teasing him, he knows, but Din cannot help feeling the need to apologize regardless of that. There are only chuckles in return as Boba climbs from the lordly seating and moves to greet Din like an old friend. 

Warm and calloused hands find their way around the other's wrist as Din and Boba first behave as if it is a simple handshake, but remain linked for some time. Old and ancient ways of checking strangers for weapons have turned to displays of trust. The longer the link, the stronger a bond, some would say. 

There both is warmth and a mischievous glint to his eyes as Boba visually takes him in, almost inspecting the gleaming beskar for imperfection or pitting that would speak to a scuffle of sorts that might make for a good story, "Your armor gleams in the light of the twin suns, Djarin, of course someone will notice you trying to skulk about my territory. Are you looking for work?" Boba had offered him payment for a place at his side once. He believed the Mandalorian to be a respectable and trustworthy fellow; Boba would gladly extend the invitation for a stable occupation once more. 

Din shakes his head, slowly, calmly, in the dim light of the throne room. He's not looking for work, he explains, he is working. "Product for a client. Princeling who wants a small crate of Sansanna spice for a party before next Taungsday. Specified that he wanted it from Tatooine of all places." 

That explains what brought him here to the planet, at least. 

"And why come to Espa to look?" Boba asks politely, keeping the conversation flowing as he pours himself and his friend something from a carafe he's kept on hand. One that Fennec is partial to, so he is sure to offer some to her as well as a silent expression of gratitude. Asking the Mandalorian to come to the palace and entertain a silly notion was a long shot when he has a foundling in his care, so Boba had cautioned Fennec that in the event he did not agree to come, it would be of no consequence. (He would prefer what's in the decanter, but he has yet to procure more, so it is untouched as it would not be enough to split among three.) "There is not much to find of the Sansanna that once belonged to the Pyke's before it was… misplaced." Boba suggests with a mirthful smile. 

"I wouldn't have come asking the mighty Daimyo first," Din retorts after a polite sip from his glass of the contents of the carafe, replacing his helmet that had been inched just high enough on his head to drink and resetting the seal, "that wouldn't have been good business, for you, or me." 

"No indeed." Boba agrees, appreciative of Din's caution given his reason for being here. Din knew to act in just the right way; ways that would not tarnish a carefully crafted image Boba had made for himself since putting an end to Bib Fortuna and laying claim to all that was once Jabba's. "Did you tell your client how long it would take?" 

Din's helmet bobs. "I did." 

"And did you tell this princeling how long it would actually take?" 

The helmet remains still, but the mouth within it must have found an upward curve as the bounty hunter implies that he was not quite so honest with his client. "It might have slipped my mind." 

Boba chuckles, almost proudly. An old trick of the trade: mislead the right clients on the right details, and you can earn yourself a few more credits. Live a little more comfortably for a time if you wanted. 

While Din could be a uniquely honest and humble bounty hunter at times, he was still a bounty hunter. Clever, resourceful, and cunning. Just the sort of thing he was looking for. "Well, I'm certain a crate or two will turn up to take back to this princeling in the morning, and he'll pay you handsomely for the spice brought in from rugged lands to boast at his party, my friend." he suggests promisingly to Din, patting the shoulder-bell that bares the profile of the Mudhorn as he leads him from the throne room, and into other areas of the palace before he lays out why he invited the Mandalorian to come. "In the meantime, I'd like you to come with me. Out beyond Espa." 

The low hum in his throat before he speaks suggests Din feels hesitant or uncertain about this idea. "Where? And why?" 

"Call it something of an impulse; I have my business to attend to here in Mos Espa as the Daimyo of course, but recently I dreamed of camping under the stars, out in the desert - " Boba answers, bringing Din to an inner chamber that is guarded at all times, where once they have passed the guards, he shows to Din two crates of spice that are contained within a vault, " - and I have not been able to shake myself of the notion since. Could I convince you to join me, my friend?" 

Din understands that the spice is being used to sweeten him to the idea of sleeping out in the sand-sprawling seas of this arid planet, where temperatures can drop dramatically within a few hours of the suns' setting, here. Even if he declined, Din Djarin doesn't believe the spice would be withheld now when it was already offered to him. 

"Why not take Shand?" he asks curiously. "Or will she be staying here at the Palace to keep an eye on things in your absence?"

"I did ask Fennec, as a matter of fact," Boba replies with a bemused expression, carefully denoting the crates with one of the guards for a moment, "and she wasn't too keen to the idea the same way I am. And, yes, she has said that if I do this she would remain with the Palace to oversee matters, should anything happen tonight." 

So it appears that Boba wants to entertain this fantasy tonight. Not just "some time in the future", but now. That in and of itself isn't surprising, but Din hesitates for one reason. 

One curiosity has been sated. Another remains. "And if I don't know how I feel about the idea? I have a friend watching Grogu for me in Mos Eisley, and I didn't make any mention that I would be leaving him with them past nightfall at the latest." 

Boba seems to give something a little thought before he asks "And who is this friend?" 

"Peli Motto." Fennec replies from the threshold, watching the two men with a cool gaze that many would perhaps find intimidating if not for a simple smile. "I did a little digging while you boys were having your fun in the vault. She's a simple mechanic." 

"A good mechanic." Din finds himself insisting. He's not at all surprised that the second-in-command to the Daimyo had recalled the frequency to and found some way to find information on Peli, but calling her a simple mechanic felt like an insult to her character and he would not let it slide so easily. 

"And are you paying this good mechanic to watch the little one for you?" Boba wonders. "If you are worried about giving her adequate payment for minding your foundling, don't. I would gladly help you settle it with Ms. Motto." 

It takes a moment to explain that Peli will need to mind Grogu for him overnight, but Din promises to explain why in the morning. "I need you to watch Grogu for me until the morning. Something came up." 

Peli sounds worried. "Trouble?"

"Only if we make it…" Boba chuckles to himself in the background, and Fennec warns him to behave in a way that suggests this is not the first, nor the last time, she's heard him make self-entertaining remarks like this. 

"What was that? You say something, Mando?" 

Din dodges the question with some redirection. "No trouble; I just need to spend a little extra time in Mos Espa. I can explain when I come for Grogu." He hears the way the little one perks up at the sound of his name, a bright, cooing sort of noise. Peli must have pulled him closer to the receiver, because the next time he coos and babbles inquisitively, the sound is sharper, louder, but no less sweet. 

"Ha-bah?" 

"Grogu, can you behave for Peli for me tonight? I'll be back early in the morning, I promise." 

Boba makes no further jokes or commentary in the background while allowing Din to speak to Grogu until he is satisfied that the little one understands Din will not be back tonight, but he will be back soon. Phrasing and re-phrasing his brief explanation until with a little help from Peli, the diminutive, green lifeform seemingly makes sounds of understanding.

He can imagine the way Jango would similarly caution him and repeat himself in preparation for his absences when he was perhaps too young to accompany his father on a bounty. These are memories from so long ago, now, to Boba. At least, they feel that way. He's only entering his forties, he reminds himself. Slightly older than Din, to his belief. 

But roughly similar enough in age that neither of them feels any need to take separate materials for temporary shelters. Old enough and mature enough to tolerate the shared arrangement for a single night under a canopy of stars on a bed of sand where they would lay their sleeping sacks. Din has offered to start a modest fire since Fett insists he can pitch the tent on his own. He certainly sees the influence of the Tuskens that Boba spent time with after surviving a sarlacc pit in the shelter's construction once it is firmly staked in place. 

"Sturdy." 

Boba nods acceptively of the compliment, settling himself beside the fire across from Din. "I learned much in my time with the tribe of Tuskens that cared for me like one of their own before I became the Daimyo. They didn't teach me everything, but you can still learn by watching and observing." 

There's a knowing chuckle before the dark t-visor turns and looks off into a rather deliberate direction for just a moment. Freetown. They're not too far from Vanth's community, as it turns out. "Wondering how the sheriff's doing; will we need to pay a visit in the morning?" he offers half-questioningly to Din, trying to gauge and guess what is on the mind of the man clad in beskar before him. 

"Tempting. But perhaps another time." Din replies, beginning to remove a select few parts of his armor to make himself more comfortable. He did not opt to leave it behind in favor of more appropriate desert-wear, even when offered. Fett reasoned that much like his own armor, once belonging to his father in his case, the armor made of beskar carried its own significance to Din beyond a protective shell. 

"Feeling guilty for leaving the little one, again?" 

His companion shakes his head in answer as he carefully sets aside what he's removed. "Not quite. Just eager to complete this bounty and lay low for a time." 

"Smart. Have somewhere in mind?" 

"Yes." is all Din will answer. And wisely so. Telling Fett where he plans on going would defeat the entire purpose, no matter how much they each trust and respect each other. Because they do, a simple word is all the Mandalorian glowing in the light of the fire will find necessary to say. 

"Good. I wish you uneventful times when you make it there, my friend." 

They listen to the stillness of the desert together following Fett's sincere wish for Din and Grogu's safety; the crackle and muted roar of the fire, distant and slow gusts of wind, and once off in the greater distance, bantha. The deep bellows of the omnivorous quadrupeds were a strange comfort as the two men listened. 

"Have you ever ridden a bantha?" Din asks, noting the nostalgic smile evident on the other's face. The smile broadens as Boba answers. "I have. There was a bantha I once had for a mount, I think of them from time to time." 

The helmet tilts to the right with mild concern or surprise. "What happened to it?" 

"Oh, nothing bad," Boba assures his friend, giving a singular chuckle as he stokes the flame a little higher, "I simply set them free before I reclaimed my ship. Hopefully they are out there now, meeting other banthas and making baby banthas." 

"Heh. I see. Is that the strangest thing you've ever ridden that isn't a speederbike?" Din asks with a laugh, once more turning his head out to look beyond the light of the fire into the desert. Perhaps with his sensors, he could find these distant herds of wild or domesticated bantha

"That would be a rancor." 

"You're joking." 

"I'm not." Boba laughs with some insistence. "And what about you, my friend? Find a mythosaur to ride, yet?" 

"Funny… " Din replies somewhat slowly, "...there was an Ugnaught named Kuiil who claimed it should have been easy for me to learn to ride Blurrg because of my 'ancestors' who rode mythosaurs when he was trying to teach me." He grows quiet, and his body language becomes a lot less casual, less open and fluid. "I haven't thought about his remark in a while." Din admits somberly. His companion, the man who invited him for a night in the desert, under the stars, doesn't press him for anything more to say for a moment, letting the silence grow. 

"You've been busy." Boba reasons with him only when he is certain Din doesn't have anything to add. "Traveling the galaxy, collecting bounties… All while you care for the little one." The words don't seem to bring him any comfort. If anything, Boba suspects he's said the wrong thing. "Was he a friend?"

"Yes. Killed by Imperial scout troopers." 

"I am sorry, Djarin," he sympathizes, for a moment thinking to lay his hand on the other's shoulder in a gesture of comfort were Boba sitting beside him rather than across the fire. "To lose those we care for is no easy thing." 

The Mandalorian scoffs and, jokingly, asks Boba if he's certain he's as old as he claims. "You sound and look older." 

"Well, the profession ages you. And I imagine there are still a scattered few, somewhere out there, that would look just like me. Maybe even older." This is the second time Din does not seem to understand what he means judging by his silence. "Surely you've seen them. Heard about them at least, the clones?" Boba inquires, growing increasingly more confused by the lack of apparent understanding as the t-visor slowly wags in the firelight. 

"Djarin." 

The fire is smothered out with sand following the conclusion of something of a pseudo history lesson once Boba feels he's adequately explained to Din what exactly Clone troopers are. Were. (Maybe still are? Truly, he's not certain how many men who look just like him and sound just like him remain in the galaxy.) The sand is stamped down for good measure before both men enter the tent for the first time since it had been put up and prepare to sleep. The night grows stiller and serene in a way that is entirely unique to Tatooine. 

The desert planet is not for the weak-willed and those who will not be prepared to adapt. If you traversed the Dune Seas, you had different tribes of nomadic Tuskens to contend with (and hope they would let you pass through their lands in peace for small tributes), or the wild animals that were not as docile as the bantha that called this planet home. It took grit and gumption, or no small amount of necessary self preservation skills, to live in places such as Mos Espa and Eisley where you would expect to find yourself brushing shoulders with bounty hunters and crime families. Things could get messy. 

Boba Fett and Din Djarin are no strangers to the grime and filthier aspects of what the galaxy has to offer them. Bloodshed and banthashit that would make weaker men stumble and turn away from such a profession far sooner. Sacrifices and difficult choices have been made in each of their lives. 

Tonight didn't have to be one of them. A night of simple company and some time to catch up with a friend was a welcome change for both. Boots are carefully removed before each slip into their sleeping sacks after simple ration packs are eaten in silence - backs turned to one another even in the dark - and wrappers have been taken care of. 

"We'll start our return to the palace before first light," Boba explains, "that way you can return to Mos Eisley for Grogu before Ms. Motto would begin her workday after you've secured the spice for the princeling." 

There is a soft laugh under the modulator to his left, where he can make out the general form of his friend's body beside him and sees he's already laying down. "Thank you. Hopefully he will have slept well when I retrieve him." 

He certainly hopes the little one will too, for Din's sake, with a laugh. "I have not forgotten my offer to pay Ms. Motto either. And thank you, my friend, for entertaining this idea with me." 

"Anything for the mighty Daimyo of Mos Espa." he says in all seriousness he can muster for the moment. He can't maintain the composure for long, and thankfully it's Fett who laughs first, the two of them free to laugh as loud as they would like when it's just the two of them out here for miles as far as anyone would be concerned. 

Free to spend as much time as they would like "winding down" and talking in low, golden tones until they come to realize it is coming up on first light, and they have spent the whole night in conversation without meaning to. 

At least it may not be just Grogu who has not gotten any sleep tonight, they joke together as they come up on the palace, and Boba gives Din what he was promised. Two crates of Sansanna spice to carve a deeper hole in the pockets of his client, and many words of thanks from Boba follow after Din as he secures some transport to Mos Eisley. "Safe travels, my friend. Remember-" 

"Oh I will." Din replies with a mischievous inflection, giving Fennec Shand reason to pause and consider what unfinished communication is unfolding before her as both men, Fett once more clad in his own armor in order to properly send the Mandalorian off before assuming his seat at the throne for the day. "I take it you now have… inside jokes." she grins. 

"Maybe." each reply in tandem. 

Boba smiles, nodding to Din. "Or-" 

"-Reminding me to get a little more sleep once I'm in a hyperspace lane." Din concludes, bidding them farewell once again. He was eager to return to Grogu, and Din could only hope the little one had gotten some sleep. But if he hadn't, then perhaps they would be napping together as they navigated hyperspace. It would certainly not be the first time Din would potentially need to doze off when he could when traveling with a child, or at least daydream while looking at the view from the cockpit of his ship. 

Nor will it be the last. Hopefully the same could be said for another opportunity to present itself for nights like last where Boba Fett and Din Djarin could simply spend time with a trusted friend.

Note from Frost: The title was a placeholder name, but then it grew on me; I'm callin' them the Beskar Buddies from now on. Ideas also changed direction on me in the course of writing, so apologies for the lack of Cobb in the end. :( I have not written anything for one of my first major Star Wars crushes in a long, long time. Probably since I was 16? Poor Boba. So this was a delight, and I had a lot of fun writing it. Thank you for making the request!

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🖌️ Kittylorian's Fanfiction Masterlist 🖌️

(As of 14 March 2024) **underlined words in color are links to the stories**

I. HONOR THY CLAN SERIES - AO3

Fandoms: Star Wars/The Mandalorian/Star Wars Rebels

For Only The Strongest Shall Rule - AO3 Type: Multi-chapter, longfic, part 1 of 2 in main fic Status: Ongoing; 65/77 chapters Brief description: Mand'alor Din Djarin who slowly learns he’s Force-sensitive; Purge survivors are mostly teenagers and little kids; worldbuilding; healing of traumas; facing destiny head-on for many canon characters; leads to the reclaiming of Mandalore

Perfect World - AO3 Type: One-shot Status: Complete (but may potentially continue as a one-shot series) Brief description: A teenage OC's POV before Din Djarin enters his life and becomes his only hope.

Dinui ("Gift") Type: One-shot series Status: On-going *Dinui - AO3 || Tumblr Brief description: A "then vs now" slice of life between Din's childhood with the Tribe vs adult Din as a provider for the Covert post-Purge *No Place Like Home - AO3 || Tumblr Brief description: 17 year-old Din returns to Aq Vetina with his adoptive Mandalorian father and faces a part of his past *A Child Called Din - AO3 || Tumblr Brief description: Teen Din runs into a little big problem. Set immediately after "No Place Like Home" feat. teenage!Paz and friends

II. MANDOMERA WEEK 2022

Fandoms: Star Wars/The Mandalorian (Fanfiction centered on the Din Djarin x Omera pairing; all are rated G or Teen; some fluff and some angst)

The Routine - AO3 || Tumblr Type: One-shot Status: Complete Brief description: Omera's POV, set immediately after the events of Mando s01ep04

To The Letter - AO3 || Tumblr Type: One-shot Status: Complete Brief description: Omera's POV; Omera thinks of a way to thank the Mandalorian (don't worry, it's wholesome)

Starship Down - AO3 || Tumblr Type: One-shot Status: Complete Brief description: Din's POV; Din and Grogu "crash land" on Sorgan, a rescue ensues; set after BoBF s01ep07

Priceless - AO3 || Tumblr Type: One-shot Status: Complete Brief description: Shared POV; Din takes Omera to a memorable vacation spot, but a lot of things have changed

Battle Scar - AO3 || Tumblr Type: One-shot Status: Complete Brief description: Canon-divergent, shared POV; Din is Mand'alor and Omera is queen; Omera argues with Din and Din tries to set things right

IV. MISCELLANOUS FICS

Fandoms: Star Wars/The Mandalorian/The Book of Boba Fett/The Bad Batch

A Good Night's Sleep For Once - AO3 Type: One-shot Status: Complete Brief description: Migs Mayfeld POV, post Mando s02ep07

Double Tap - AO3 Type: One-shot Status: Complete Brief description: Din double checks if he really took Moff Gideon down; post Mando s01ep08

Putting the Weep in Sweep - AO3 Type: One-shot Status: Complete Brief description: Paz Vizsla is tasked to sweep the Forge because he's a responsible adult

Fatalitea - AO3 Type: One-shot Status: Complete Brief description: Fennec Shand and Boba Fett try boba tea

The Test - AO3 Type: One-shot Status: Complete Brief description: Din's thoughts as he visits Grogu; during BoBF s01ep06

I'm Just A Kid - AO3 Type: Multi-chapter Status: On-going; 4/7 chapters Brief description: Din and Boba transform into kids and Paz Vizsla babysits

Heart And Mind - AO3 Type: One-shot Status: Complete Brief description: Tech's POV when he and Omega have a brief talk during s02ep09

A New Age of Mandalore - AO3 Type: One-shot Status: Complete Brief description: Semi-crackfic; an old scientist visits the Covert with a theory, and only Grogu understands. Set after s03ep02

V. FERRIX: A SERIES OF ONE-SHOTS - AO3

Fandoms: Star Wars/Andor

1.A Daughter Of Ferrix - AO3 Type: One-shot Status: Complete: Brief description: Maarva Andor copes with her teenage son Cassian's arrest after he avenges the death of his father, Clem Andor

2. Alone - AO3 Type: One-shot Status: Complete Brief description: B2EMO's POV of the night after Maarva passes away

VI. A CHILD OF THE WATCH - AO3

Fandoms: Star Wars/The Mandalorian

A Future Yet Unknown- AO3 || Tumblr Type: One-shot Status: Complete Brief description: Din and Grogu are greeted by an unexpected new member of the Covert. A "missing scene" in s03ep01 "The Apostate."

Only One Creed- AO3 || Tumblr Type: One-shot Status: Complete Brief description: Paz's son Ragnar has questions, and Paz isn't sure if he can answer them all, not where he stands with Din. Set after s03ep01 "The Apostate"

From The Ashes- AO3 || Tumblr Type: One-shot Status: Complete Brief description: Paz begins to teach Ragnar about the legacy of House Vizsla.

All The Little Foundlings- AO3 || Tumblr Type: One-shot Status: Complete Brief description: Ragnar copes with fears and loss of self-confidence as he recovers from his harrowing rescue adventure; clan Djarin step in to help. Set after s03ep4 "The Foundling."

We Are Eternal - AO3 || Tumblr Type: One-shot Status: Complete Brief description: Paz Vizsla leaves a holo-recording to his son Ragnar before he accompanies Bo-Katan to scout Mandalore, knowing well that it could be his last mission. Epistle style. (Spoilers for s03ep07 "The Spies")

In Dreams, We Wake - AO3 || Tumblr Type: Multi-chapter (2/?) Status: Ongoing Brief description: Ragnar Vizsla is Axe Woves' apprentice. Two years have passed since Mandalore's reclamation and Paz Vizsla's selfless sacrifice. Ragnar lives a double life for the sake of his father, in life or in death.

***end of list***

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