#fennec Shand fluff

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~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.

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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.

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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

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

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

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

Wordcount: 1.8K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Says the woman in armorweave,” you retorted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re biased.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t think that’s it,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You.”

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

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

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

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[only-logical-clone]

Au descriptions/info

Lost in transition Au(Post season 2)

-They all thought he was dead…They were wrong

Tech after spending months with Hemlock has lost himself

Giving into Hemlocks cruelty He becomes CX-2 with the orders to kill or capture any rouge clones. His new mission however? Capture Crosshair and Omega

He won’t let them escape

Even if it breaks him

After all why should he care about two Escapees? So why does he…?

((WARNINGS:Mind control, Torture, Sorta insanity, Gore, Self harm, Tech has PTSD, Abuse, Loss of control))

Family has your back(Clone wars)

-Mission after Mission they stick together. It doesn’t matter how angry they can get at each other this is a bond that won’t break so easily

As they fight through the clone wars they start to wonder

Will they all survive it? And What will become of them when it’s over?

Despite this The Batch continues to support eachother after every mission even the painfully ones of almost losing one of them

((Basically just a bunch of angst and fluff CW Bad batch times))

((WARNINGS:Gore, Hurt no comfort/Hurt & comfort, Idk what to tag))

Who we used to be(Cadet Batch)

-Growing up different is never easy Especially for this Batch

They have to handle not only bullying but Tests, Caretaker Cruelty, and that deep fear of them being decommissioned or one of their brothers

Fear is is nearly constant until the Batch meets. Bonded through hardship and the pain of being different they all learn how to navigate life and of course figure out how to make sure they all get out of here alive

Scars will never go away but that doesn’t mean you’ll never heal

((WARNINGS:Minor character deaths, Gore, Abuse, They all struggle with mental health, Torture((disguised as tests)) Decommissioning))

You are illogical(Order 66)

-All it took was seeing the order and suddenly I understood what was happening, All I could hear was Good soldiers follow orders… It was loud, Louder than Wrecker

Despite this I trusted Hunter and Crosshair would kill the Padawan and finish the mission which was a miscalculation clearly

Then we failed our next mission and It confirmed that they were being illogical they weren’t thinking Which is why I chose the Empire over them

I’ll get them to see how wrong they are and return the child to Nala Se

It is my orders, And Unlike Them I follow orders. ((WARNINGS:Insanity, Gore, Torture, Mind control, Self harm, ((I’m not sure what to tag honestly like what else should I warn?))

The loss of war(Clone wars)

-Assumed Dead after being left behind by a squad of regs Tech has to survive with Bounty Hunter Fennec Shand who’s looking for revenge against the republic for one reason or another(unpayed bounty)

Tech and Fennec become friends quicker than expected as they hunt down bounties across the galaxy

Fennec doing it just so she has the credits for anything Tech doing it to have the credits to heal and create

Tech and Fennec slowly become famous Bounty hunters(Tech going by a different name:Shatter Screen) They thought everything would continue down this path

Until one mission where Shatter/Tech runs into people he thought were gone or at least gone from his life

The Batch shocked to see their presumed dead little brother in front of them, as a bounty Hunter no less have to figure out the truth and hopefully bring their Vod’ika back to them

((WARNING: Gore, Mental health issues, Self harm, Assumed character death, Minor character deaths, Assumed brainwashing))

The tale of pain (Cadet to clone wars)

-Everyone knows Tech as a member of the bad batch but what about his Squad from before? From a little ball of sunshine to the logical Tech we know witness his past and how he gained his scars

And why he can’t handle some aspects of his brothers

After all to him it’s like Whispers of the past

Find out who Tech was before and what caused him to be the way he is

And how he’ll handle his past when it catches up to him

((WARNINGS:Body horror, Forced experimentation, Insanity, Trauma, Self harm, Past abuse, Gore, Character deaths, more warnings to be added))

Just us again(Clone wars)

-Separated from the others with coms down Crosshair and Tech have to find their way back to the others while dealing with memories of the past and the impending fear of losing each other

Crosshair stressing over keeping Tech safe is pushing him past his limits he refuses to give in and risk losing his vod’ika

Tech worries about Crosshairs behavior especially when he seemingly becomes aggressive with even the blowing of wind

Tech can’t handle losing not only his older brother but his best friend

Can they make it out alive? ((WARNINGS:Dark thoughts, Gore, Sorta possessive behavior, Past abuse, Character death((Am I scaring you guys?))

Just the disappointment(Clone wars)

-Ever since a failed mission Tech’s self hatred has been running on overdrive

Unable to focus on much else Tech begins to struggle more and more with every mistake Tech tear’s himself apart until he finds himself closer to the edge than ever

Hunter is worried, Tech has not been the same ever since the mission on(Falica? Something like that) They’re bond feels like it’s crumbling, Trying to keep himself from worrying too much he tries to get Tech to focus on the missions more

But will this choice not only cause him to overlook how Techs truly feeling but become the last straw for Techs failing mental health ?

((WARNINGS:Somewhat Suicidal thoughts, Gore, Self hatred, Self doubt, Possible Suicide attempt?, more warnings to be added))

Getting back home (Clone wars)

-It was supposed to be easy… That’s what they all thought but the truth was much darker

After failing their mission and discovering something the clones were never supposed to Echo and Tech must figure out how to get home and more importantly… if they should

As The Kaminoans secrets begin to unravel Echo who’s always been a loyal solider questions if the very people he swore loyalty to deserve it at all

Tech desperately wishes to get to his other brothers and get them as far away from the Kaminoans as possible

Finding out what they discovered Nala se convinces the other members of the batch that their brothers are Under mind control and sends the rest of The Batch to capture them

Will Echo find out the real reason his twin((Fives)) is gone?

And Can Echo and Tech convince them? Or will they suffer the same fate as Fives and Tup? ((UP TO YALL))

((WARNINGS:Body experimentation, Manipulation, Death, Gore, Assumed mind control))

Shielding Eachother (Clone wars)

-Captured and injured Tech and Wrecker struggle to keep the other safe while refusing to give any information to their captors

Trying to hold on until their brothers come to their aid Tech and Wrecker start wondering

Will they be able to find them? Heck will the general [who seemed to despise them all from the start] let a rescue team search for them?

Or is it up to them to escape all while protecting the other or at least trying to…Especially since they are both are willing to put their life on the line for the other.

((WARNINGS:Torture, Abuse, Gore, Mental health issues, more may be added))

Escaping it all(Clone wars)

-He was fine there was no need to worry

Yes his thoughts almost always would take a dark turn nowadays but it’s FINE or so Tech thought but as time goes by and he faces more and more struggles from war, Jokes about him, and of course the regs hatred

Tech begins to wonder if it would just be easier to let go and give up on himself

The rest of the batch desperately trying to figure out What’s triggering this and where it began…After all…

Tech couldn’t of always felt this way…Could he?

((WARNINGS:Suicidal thoughts, Gore, Suicide attempt, depression, Possible Suicide?))

Betrayed Before it changed (Clone wars to order 66)

-They thought they could trust them, They were soldiers of the republic! So when they get locked up by they’re own the sting of betrayal tells them they never should of trusted any of the regs…

Tortured for a year before finally escaping the Batch struggles to handle the reality of being free

As they pick up the remaining pieces of themselves they begin to wonder what now? They are no longer soldiers, And they’re listed as deceased, And Even if they weren’t, They no longer trust anyone of the Republic

So that just means they’ll be against it

((WARNINGS:Gore(obviously), Torture, Mind control, All or them have depression at this point, Slight insanity, More might be added))

End of a hero (Timetravel to Order 66)

-Tech thought he was dead he gave his life for the others after all

Plan 99 was something he wasn’t supposed to wake up afterwards, But he did

He awoke to That cursed day the very one that tore his family apart, That also happens to be the day they met Omega…

He thought he was dreaming at first… but then he hears it

Blaster fire and a lightsaber… He knows he’s back, But how? He has no idea

After Hearing order 66 he decides he’s going to change this

Change it all

He’s going to keep his family this time

Even if it means betraying everything he knew

He’s done playing hero

This time… He’s going to get what He wants

That’s the logical conclusion afterall…

((WARNINGS:Mind control(inhibitor chips), Gore, Mental instability, more will be added, Tech and Crosshair are twins in this Au))

((If you have any Au ideas that you want here just tell me I’ll add it and it’s description just be mindful of the rules and keep it Bad Batch))

((In the progress of creating more, May take time)

((AND since these are Au’s and I want help making them y’all can help me edit the warnings lol especially if you add something dark that isn’t tagged))

((Ps:Made these all late at night so there’s probably spelling and grammar errors -Sleep deprived Kit))

[dinluke-ao3feed]

SUGAR

Read it on https://archiveofourown.org/works/67007185 by paxatonic Fifteen years ago, Luke had his first crush. He thought he forgot all about it, until that crush walked into his school with the cutest kid on earth on his hip. Din looks amazing, despite how the years have been to him. Luke looks good, too--even more beautiful and a thousand times more... himself. Immediately, they both know how fucked they are. They also both have a thousand reasons why they can't pursue a relationship with each other. But with Luke offering to help Din get his GED and a lot of meddling from friends and family, they might just learn how to stop making excuses and just let themselves have what they both so clearly want. Words: 68077, Chapters: 12/12, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Cara Dune, Ahsoka Tano, Boba Fett, Cobb Vanth, Fennec Shand, Bo-Katan Kryze, Koska Reeves, Axe Woves, Kuiil (Star Wars), IG-11 (Star Wars), Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Peli Motto, Greef Karga, The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV), Grogu | Baby Yoda Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa/Han Solo, Boba Fett/Cobb Vanth, Paz Vizsla/Axe Woves Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Kindergarten Teacher Luke Skywalker, Mechanic Din Djarin, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Trans Luke Skywalker, Second Chances, Studying, din gets a GED, Bad Parent Anakin Skywalker, slightly better parent padme amidala, Found Family, Foster Care, Flashbacks, First Kiss, Second Kiss, No Smut, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Speech Disorders, speech delay grogu, Nonverbal Communication, Trauma, Transphobia, i have a lot of personal things to work out and im making it george lucas's problem, and now yours

[pickledpascal]

Not A King

Chapter Six: The Planet Made of Glass

Warnings: nothing too bad, fluff and a mixture of angst/whump

Word Count: 3.5k

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On Tatooine, Din made a deal with Peli to find him another ship. But it was in pieces, even if the chassis and outer shell were intact, so it took longer than he wanted. 

Which meant staying on the planet for a while. 

His deal with Boba Fett and Fennec Shand was fulfilled. The Child was safe with him and Milena. No need for them anymore. He wasn’t sure how they would feel about him using them as a taxi anyway.

While Peli was fixing up the ship, a Starfighter of all things, though she promised she’d modify it to have two seats for Milena, Din and Milena had taken a temporary residence in town at the Inn. Their own separate rooms. Grogu stayed with him.

The kid slept through the night as the light of the stars and moons filtered through the curtains. Din let out a breath, removing his helmet to put on the nightstand. It had been so long since he had a proper bed. This was nice. He savored it, knowing soon enough he would be travelling through different sectors again. 

He began to methodically strip off his armor, ignoring the soft whispering in his head. Ever since he touched the Darksaber, he could hear a voice. He didn’t recognize it. They spoke Mando’a in a hushed, almost rushed voice, like they didn’t have much time. Once his armor was off, he took off his flight suit, leaving him in a simple shirt and boxers. 

Din looked at the nightstand where he also left the Darksaber. His hand hovered above it a moment, the voices dampening. He wrapped his hand around the hilt and inspected it. 

Why did he still have it? Why couldn’t Bo-Katan just take it? Why could he hear a voice? Whose voice was it? None of it made sense. 

Ruling Mandalore was not something that appealed to him. The politics, the pageantry that he had seen from other planets’ royalty disgusted him. He could not parade himself around like them. There were far better things to do, like feeding your people, ensuring their comfort instead of your own.

A loud ringing assaulted his ears, causing Din to drop the Darksaber. As soon as it clattered to the floor, the ringing stopped. He glanced at Grogu. Still fast asleep. 

He rubbed a hand over his face. Was he hallucinating? Did the Droid at the cantina accidentally give him too much, potent spotchka? 

The next morning, Din, Milena, and Grogu went to the spaceport Peli worked at. The ship was still in pieces but better than the previous day. Grogu played with the droids, making a few float.

“What are you planning to do?” Milena asked, glancing down to the Darksaber attached to his hip. 

He stared at Grogu, watching him carefully so he didn’t hurt any of Peli’s precious droids while trying to help fix the starfighter. “I don’t know, yet. I can’t rule an entire planet anyway. I just want to get back to my covert.” He turned back to the ship. 

Milena hummed, grabbing a part of the metal frame to attach to the thrusters. He faltered and then welded the piece onto the ship. It was nice and quiet for a while as they worked together. Besides the chatter coming from Peli about the celebrations happening on Tatooine. He wasn’t really paying attention. 

“Din.” Milena whispered softly. He paused and looked at her. “I think you would make a great Manda’lor.”

His breath was stolen from him. He couldn’t say anything. What could he say? He was taken aback by the emotion in her voice, her eyes so sincere that he couldn’t look at her anymore. 

Almost flippantly, she continued, “I believe it is those who do not want to rule who are best suited for it.” 

“Don’t say that.” Din said stiffly, gripping onto the edge of the starship. “I am not fit to rule. And I would not know how to gather our people. Or how to resurrect a cursed planet.”

Milena’s face morphed into something softer, full of an understanding deeper than Din knew himself. “Bo-Katan is the one not fit to rule. Too fueled by pride to see that most Mandalorians do not want an entitled warrior blinded by hubris to lead them.” She stepped closer, placing a hand onto his armored shoulder. “You will have help. It doesn’t hurt that you have a Jedi on your side.” She smiled. 

His expression softened under his helmet, his shoulders released the tension that had built, and the whispering voice in the back of his mind quieted. 

Milena believed in him of all people. He did not want to take that for granted. She would make a better leader. 

But maybe she was right. Perhaps it was the fact that he did not want or care for the throne to Mandlore that made him a better fit. He had struggled, had known what it was like to lose, had known the deepest, darkest recesses of the Galaxy and all its people, and never once felt like he was owed anything. 

He knew what it was like to care for people above himself—the foundlings in his covert, the people in his tribe, the child who had curled inside his chest and stayed there, and the woman next to him. It was second nature after being rescued by the Mandalorians who took him in. 

“Our people would be lucky to have you lead us.” Milena said gently, after the ship was completed and they had gone on a test run. 

Grogu was asleep in Din’s room while they sat on the roof of the Inn, feet dangling off the side as they watched the fireworks. Originally, he was going to leave Tatooine, find his covert, and figure out what else he could do to earn credits, but Milena had slowly changed his mind. To stay a little longer, to see what else he could do aside from providing for a single tribe.

The fireworks, a mix of blues, reds, and purples, sparked across the sky and were reflected on his helmet. 

He gripped the edge of the ledge tightly, not for fear of falling but something else completely. “You really think so?” Din asked in a whisper, he was almost afraid she wouldn't hear him over the loud booms above them.

“Of course.” Milena nodded, nudging her plated shoulder against his. “You have doubts about your own abilities. You are unafraid to ask for help. For the opinions of others. Too many empires fall when their rulers believe their word, alone, is law.” She admired the bursts of color as they danced across his helmet. 

“Most Mandalorians would call that weakness.” His eyes roamed over her features. That glassy look in her eyes was so beautiful. 

Milena sighed and looked away. “Times are changing, Din. And Mandalorians must change with it. Or else we will die.” Her voice, suddenly so cold. He'd upset her. 

He stared down at the sandy streets below, wondering if he should jump for his transgressions. For just a moment. He wouldn't. Unless she told him to. 

Din appreciated how supportive Milena had been ever since the Darksaber was thrust upon him compared to others. Bo-katan had given him a despiteful look and he wasn't quite sure how The Armorer would react. With glee? With disdain? She was like him, not very expressive. 

How could he begin to explain what he was experiencing with this new burden? The voice, the ringing, the tingling sensation in his fingers every time he touched the Darksaber? 

However, Milena was the most understanding person he had ever met. A woman who, too, had gone through so much. Who represented so much.

Jedi were slaughtered. And Mandalorians. And any new Jedi were searched for, taken, and turned into Sith or killed. Yet she was very much alive and well. Proud to be of dueling cultures and to, hopefully, bring together one culture which was scattered across the Galaxy. 

So, he could say exactly what he felt and knew he would not be judged for it. He could say the real doubts plaguing him, the thought that he was undeserving of a position so high, that he only really wished to live quietly without the fanfare of potentially overadoring citizens who thought he could do no wrong.

He never did.

“Then, a trip to Mandalore should be in order.” Din decided. 

If someone like Milena believed in him, then who was he to deny that belief? There must be something she saw in him that he did not see within himself. 

To rule an entire planet was a big responsibility, to be their people’s guiding light, who they had faith in besides the Maker of all things. She already had that faith in him. A single person could make a large difference in another's life and she had already made a big one in his. 

Flying through Hyperspace in the Starfighter was so different from the Crest. For one, the roof was a thick glass wind screen, nothing obstructing the view of the stars as they stretched around them. Grogu had slipped into Din’s lap, staring out at all the stars with a curious tilt of his head. 

When they arrived at Mandalore, Grogu whimpered. The planet was covered in storms likely due to the way the bombs from the purge affected its atmosphere. 

“It looks scary. I know.” Din soothed softly, staring out at the planet as well. “But it was once green and beautiful, back when the songs were written. It’s the homeworld of our people.”

Milena leaned forward, a hand on the back of Din’s seat. “We weren’t born there either, ad’ika. It would be a first for all of us.” She nodded at Grogu.

“I grew up there. On that moon.” Din told the child, pointing towards the smaller colony. “Concordia.”

The ship descended into the atmosphere, roughly because of the storm clouds. Once they got out of the clouds, it revealed a glassy, desolate landscape. Din wasn’t sure what he expected. Worse? Better? It wasn’t this. Some deep green glass spiked from the smoother horizon. 

Then the system went haywire. He tapped at the map. “Looks like the fusion bombs disrupted the magnetic field. From the surface, we won’t be able to communicate with anyone out of the atmosphere, so we have to be careful.” He mainly said this towards Milena. 

When the ship fully descended onto glass ground, Din observed everything around him. There were rumors, that he took as truth, that because of the bombs, that the air was no longer safe to breathe. Cursed. 

“I think it’ll be fine.” Milena hummed, her voice modulated from her helmet. It was as if she could tell what he was thinking. 

Din looked over his shoulder at her, hoping she could feel the quizzical look he was giving her through his visor. “I would rather not take a gamble.” 

“Then pressurize your helmet and seal his pod so I can go out first.” She suggested.

“Milena—”

“Do you trust me?”

He was taken aback by the question. Did he trust her? After all the things they’ve been through? To get Grogu back? To keep him safe?

“With my life.” He couldn’t have spoken more true words. 

Din complied with letting Milena out, opening the wind screen after Grogu was safe in his pod and his helmet was pressurized. She climbed out of the ship and walked around, rubbing her boot against the glass beneath her feet. He watched as she got familiar with her surroundings, visor turning, analyzing the landscape.

She turned back to the ship and waved. “It’s completely breathable, not cursed air!” 

With a soft chuckle, Din nodded and opened the wind screen to let himself and Grogu out. His boots touched the glass as he breathed, for the first time ever, Mandalorian air. 

It was surreal. For so long, he never thought he would ever set foot on the planet his ancestors came from. A place he had only ever heard of. There were no pictures, no paintings, no way to really imagine just how beautiful it must've been before it turned into a legend to scare kids at night. He never dared to imagine the cool air hitting the skin of his jaw, knowing it could never happen. Except it had. It wasn't quite the dirt under his boots, that was likely miles underneath the glass, but he was there. 

Grogu used his pod, hovering near the pair. He whined, looking around worriedly. 

“Don't you worry, ad’ika, we'll keep you safe. Just like we always have.” Milena assured softly, giving him a nod. 

Din’s chest was warm with a now familiar feeling. Though he still couldn't place what it was. It always sparked like a soft ember beneath his ribs whenever she interacted so gently, so carefully with the child. 

“What do we do now?” He wasn't sure he would make it this far, he hadn't thought much past simply getting on the planet. 

Milena stomped her boot on the glass. “We go down. And find the Mines of Mandalore.” 

“The Mines…” He whispered to himself. 

The Mines of Mandalore were where all Beskar came from. Even the tiniest of trinkets, necklaces, or pendants could be traced back to the mines. Since the purge, all Beskar was finite, recycled and reused or found in the hands of others and taken. 

Within those mines were the Living Waters, where Manda'lors were blessed and thousands of people gathered to watch as they recited oaths. And where many believed the evasive Mythosaur lived. Deep within the waters. If they still existed. 

Milena walked over to some thinner glass and stretched her hands towards it. Din stared and wondered what she was doing. 

The glass began to crumble and crack as the ground rumbled beneath their feet. An almost perfect circle was formed. 

He was stunned. He had no idea that the Force could do such things. Not that he had any idea what the Force could do in the first place. At first, he thought it was just levitating things with the mind or hands but he clearly had much more to learn. And that was… exciting. Only if he learned from Milena. 

Din glanced around at their glass surroundings and wondered if she could do something similar to the whole planet, not just a tiny section. 

Milena took a step forward. “Wait—” He stopped her, “Do you know where you're going?” 

“I trust my instincts.” She nodded then did a voice, an impression of someone he was clearly unfamiliar with, “The Force is very strong with me.” 

She dropped down, using her thrust pack to soften her fall. Din did the same. Grogu floated down in his pod. They looked around at the ruins of the city while she guided them. 

Even decrepit and beyond recognition, Din knew they were in Sundari. The capital. Songs were written of its beauty, the way it was a shining beacon for their people. How wonderful those days must've been. Now, it was a husk. Tall buildings falling into one another. Nature couldn't even flourish because of the atmosphere and the lack of light. 

As they got closer to the Mines, he and Milena turned on the lights attached to their helmets. His eyes roamed over the large entrance, grand and regal in its days, he was sure but now it loomed over them hauntingly. 

“It's hard to imagine our people walked these very paths years ago.” Din commented, looking around the caves as they pushed forward. 

Milena hummed, “It wasn't as long ago as you think.” 

“You weren't even born yet. How would you know?” His tone wasn't accusatory or condescending, just clear and soft. 

She was silent for a moment. “My parents were born here.” She admitted. 

He stopped. He felt his throat dry and his lungs suddenly lacking air. 

Milena had direct lineage to Mandalore. He could only imagine the turmoil inside of her. He had conflicting feelings of awe and utter devastation himself and his parents had only ever lived on Concordia. The stories from his covert and his mother, likely passed down from her mother, were the only connection he had to the planet. 

It was strange. To feel at home and yet displaced on the very planet his ancestors were from. 

“Here we are.” Milena announced once they arrived in the clearing to the Living Waters. 

Din looked around curiously, taking in the sights, the high ceiling and the pillars with Mando’a etched into them. This was their culture when not hiding, though still hidden from most of the Galaxy.

He began to strip himself from his heavier armor, removing his thruster pack and the cloak around his neck. 

From what he remembered, it was tradition that the new Manda'lor be blessed in the Living Waters. As a sign of their status as the ruler, they must truly walk the way of the Manda’lor. 

And if Din was going to rule, he would follow tradition. To a point. 

Traditions were made for a reason, to give meaning where there would otherwise be none. Din had always followed them blindly, because his faith was in his elders, in the Armorer, that whatever they said was the best course of action. Was it always? 

Milena was right. Cultures and religions had to change or else they would die. They would become too scared and never take risks, never realize that perhaps the Way they followed was wrong, that there was another path. That they could live, loudly, proudly as Mandalorians without fear on the very planet that was meant for them. They would be free to follow the Way in whatever means that pleased them. 

That was what Din wished for his people. To have Mandalorians of varying beliefs put aside their differences to live together. As one. There was too much judgement between tribes when they were essentially the same, oppressed people because of the Empire. Why fight amongst each other when they had a common enemy? 

Din descended into the waters, taking step after step. The waters were cold and he could feel them seeping into the fabric of his flight suit, touching his skin. It made him shiver. Yet it soothed him all the same. He let out a deep breathing, allowing his shoulders to relax and slump. When was the last time he was truly relaxed? He couldn’t recall. It felt… good. 

Milena watched with horror when Din was yanked down into the depths of the water. Just before she could dive into the waters, spurred on by Grogu’s whining, he was spit back out, body colliding with hers.  

“Din?” She rolled him onto the floor, “Din!” She shook him frantically. He didn’t move. If he was knocked out from the water in his lungs, she’d have to take off his helmet. “Fuck…” Her hand rested on the cheek of his helmet.

As if feeling her thoughts, Din leaned up, coughing up the liquid in his throat. He nearly choked on it again. 

Relieved, Milena laughed and patted the dome of his helmet. “Thought you died.” 

“Maybe I did.” His voice was hoarse as he pointed towards the waters. She followed his finger with her eyes. 

Peeking out from the Living Waters was a creature now thought of as a legend. With large curlings tusks, sharp teeth, and nearly glowing yellow eyes. Grogu made a worried noise.

It was the Mythosaur. 

It huffed loudly, puffs of air disappearing into the dark cave as it stared at the two Mandalorians before it. Clearly angry for disturbing its habitat, but waiting. For what? That was to be determined. Perhaps for the right moment to strike or, simply, to watch and observe what they would do next. 

Milena pulled Din up to stand. He nearly immediately was going to fight it but she stopped him. “Wait! Din.” She said firmly. “It’s not trying to fight.” 

He put his arms down, realizing she was right. He was so used to any and all creatures wanting to kill him that he wasn’t paying as much attention as he probably should have. 

She tore off her helmet and let it clang against the stone floor. “C’mere.” She pulled Din close by his hip, her chest pressed against his back, and forced his arm out. “Open your fingers. Yeah, like that. Good.” 

He could feel the heat of her body, even through his armor. Thank the Maker that he had taken a dip in the waters or else he would be overheating under his helmet. 

The unexpected happened. 

The Mythosaur let out a soft breath and leaned forward, closed its eyes and pressed its head against his hand. 

Din let out a breath of disbelief, a chuckle escaping him as he slowly rubbed his hand against the scaly head of the Mythosaur. He truly was walking the same paths as his ancestors. 

“Congratulations, Din Djarin,” Milena smiled, her eyes bursting with pride. “You truly are the rightful ruler of Mandalore.”

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[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

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“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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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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Clan of Warriors

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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, The Armorer.

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: 37/?

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Din hummed and walked to Grogu's room, Luke was sitting on the floor, legs crossed, the child was playing by his side with a tiny lightsaber and there were crayons around him, Din's stomach clenched thinking back to the day he saw his ad'ika on Coruscant for the first time since he left him under Luke's care, but this time the sight was heart wrenching. Luke looked at him with sadness in his eyes, he blinked, his expression exuding calmness in a way that took Din's breath away.

"I heard him." He said quietly, breaking Din's heart.

"Luke..." Din pleaded tilting his head.

"He has a point." Luke cut him off.

Chapter 37: Strength

To Din's surprise, when the door slid open Miko wasn't there, a blue helmet appeared in front of him instead.

"Vizsla?" Din asked cocking his head, he frowned behind his visor.

"Vod." The taller mandalorian paused "She's here."

Din cast a glance at Luke and Grogu behind him before looking at Paz again "Where's she?" He could feel the way his heartbeat sped up, his breath hitched as his vod nodded.

"Come with me."

Paz walked Din to his bedroom, the latter widened his eyes when he finally saw her, stoic and imposing as always, just like Din remembered her.

"Mand'alor." She nodded at Din as Paz closed the door behind him.

Din swallowed through the lump in his throat "It's been hard here without you." He said under his breath, almost incredulous.

She was standing by the window, arms folded behind her back, her horned gold beskar helmet shining faintly under the dim light, her fur coat wrapping her shoulders making her look like royalty, maybe she was meant to be their one and rightful ruler. Maybe. Din blinked astonished when she took a few steps forward "I'm with my people now."

The Armorer moved her hands forward slowly, her visor fixed on Din's "I heard about the situation, Vizsla filled me in."

"I won't give them what they want." He tilted his helmet "They should pay for what they've done." He added and he was certain about that.

"It amuses me, the fact that you didn't notice." The Armorer said moving her head to stare at Paz who was standing right beside Din.

Confusion took Din completely "Didn't notice what exactly?" He inquired.

"When I walked the distance between the ship that took me here and the headquarters I came across some of these protesters." She stressed the last word. "I would recognize one of the armours I forged in total darkness. These are not mandalorian."

That statement made Din startle, sending shivers down his spine "What?"

"They're wearing your dead tribe siblings' armours, these are the same beskar'gam that we left behind on Nevarro, when Gideon's people attacked our covert."

Din's heart skipped a beat as he felt the way his chest started to tighten "No." He muttered through gritted teeth, his hands curling into fists.

"My guess... they're imps posing as mandalorians."

His knees weakened all of a sudden "No." He said again shaking his head vigorously.

Everything around Din narrowed down to that very moment, to those very words. Suddenly all the suffering, all the pain lost its meaning, they've been dancing to these people's demands in order to preserve peace, but peace was never an option, the Armorer exposed their deceit and it became clear, Mandalore has been infiltrated by Gideon's imps in order to infect its people.

"You must be cautious if you want to see our people united." The Armorer said bringing him out of his mind. "One false move and Mandalore would remain fractured."

Din frowned looking down, his fingers resting on the hilt of the darksaber, he sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"We have no time, the council will be ready to receive you any minute now." Paz declared, resting his hand on Din's pauldron.

They had no time.

~

Din walked into the council chamber making everyone inside the room set eyes on him as he moved aside only to reveal the two force-users behind him. The blonde Jedi was dressed in black with his long cloak wrapped around his shoulders, his expression stern but serene somehow, Din glimpsed at him, only Jedi could attain such balance, a Jedi, his Jedi. Luke was holding baby Grogu, securing him in his arms, the child was facing the council with curious eyes, almost expectant, his little hand clutching his Master's sleeve, he tilted his head letting out a little sound, Luke nodded caressing his back. Din's eyes softened behind his helmet, he knew that they were sharing thoughts through the force and his heart soared.

"What is this?" Bo-Katan's voice broke his absorption. She pressed her hands against the surface of the table "This is a council meeting, what is the Jedi doing here?" She asked and Din could tell she was certainly irked just by the tone of her voice.

"I want him to be here." Din stated and dismissed the subject in a heartbeat "I'm going to be brief." He fixed his visor on Shrune "The wedding won't happen. The deal is off."

Some of the council members let out an audible gasp, Shrune lowered his gaze, avoiding Din's visor while Bo-Katan shook her head chuckling "You can't be serious." She added staring at Din. "We've already given our word!"

"I won't negotiate with terrorists." Din deadpanned making her stop in her tracks, her body stiffened all of a sudden, it looked like she was holding her breath. She kept staring at him in silence. Din shifted his weight from one foot to the other, hand curled around the darksaber's hilt "You negotiated with them, not me. You made this arrangement with them behind my back, behind our people's back, and you call yourselves mandalorians." He started walking from one side of the room to the other, helmet pointing at them "They are holding us hostages on our own home planet and you turn a blind eye to that. They killed our people and vandalized our headquarters in order to twist our arm, and you gave in. You offered them what they wanted, willingly." He took a few steps forward coming to a halt in front of the table, facing Shrune. He leaned forward putting the darksaber on the table, not breaking eye contact with the elder member of the council, the man he looked up to since the day he set foot on Mandalore. "I'm The Mand'alor and I say they need to answer for their actions."

He leaned back and Shrune shifted his gaze from Din's visor to the saber on the table, the old man frowned looking at him again, he took in a sharp inhale "We, as the council, would never go against our Mand'alor's will." He looked at the rest of the members "Our Mand'alor has spoken and we should agree to his request."

"This is madness!" Bo-Katan finally said "This will take us down the path we were desperately trying to elude."

Shrune shook his head "Maybe we were already there..." He looked at Din tilting his head "And we were just fooling ourselves."

"No." She retorted standing up "We're not doing this, Djarin!" She narrowed her eyes pointing a finger at him "They will attack us the second they learn you're not uniting our houses."

"And we'll be waiting for them." Din said grabbing the darksaber and clipping it back to his utility belt "We count with a Jedi knight in our ranks now." He said waving his hand towards Luke who was still standing by the entrance with Grogu nestled in his arms. He carefully tried to assess Luke's expression in order to find the slightest hint of discomfort, his little Jedi looked undisturbed, but again, Jedi were good at hiding emotion and although Din knew Luke gave him his word, he couldn't help but think that maybe he was asking for too much, involving him directly like this.

"He's a foreigner, he's not one of us. You're crossing the line here." Bo-Katan argued but Shrune dissuaded her by clearing his throat and glaring at her.

"The wedding is cancelled, still we need to map out a plan, we won't say a word about this for the time being, I count on your discretion until then." He looked around nodding, before looking at Din again "Thank you, Your highness."

Din nodded at him and turned around, he could hear the voices mingling behind him, the whispers, the concern, but he wouldn't go back. This is the way.

He reached out to hold Grogu's hand and baby cooed staring at him with big brown eyes, he absentmindedly put his free hand on Luke's waist, looking at his blue eyes and the Jedi's lips curled up slightly. Suddenly Luke's eyes moved from Din to his side, Bo-Katan appeared behind The Mand'alor, looking Luke straight in the eye.

"All this because you..." She looked at Din's black visor and then she shifted her gaze to Luke "Because you're in love?" She squinted and then looked Luke up and down but he didn't make a move, he didn't make a sound.

Din swallowed tightly, granted, when this started, his initial concern was indeed about Luke, his Luke, but it progressively became bigger and deeper than that. He released his ad'ika's little hand and withdrew his hand from Luke's waist to face Bo-Katan Kryze, he tilted down his helmet, visor fixed on her face "You didn't hear a word I had spoken, did you?" He asked, his voice giving away his annoyance.

She tossed her head back, her nostrils flared before she put her helmet on and walked away from him. Din was flexing his hands in an attempt to remain composed but his blood was boiling inside his veins and he could feel his pulse pounding in his ears, did she know about it? Did she know these were imperials in mandalorian armour?

He was still staring at her retreating form when Paz leaned in to whisper to him "Shrune will see you in private right away, vod. Wait for him in your chamber." Din nodded and looked at Luke. His Jedi squeezed his hand in a reassuring way, making Din feel grateful for having him in his life.

The way I love you, cyare.

~

Din was sitting on the couch, resting his feet on the caf table, Grogu was sitting in his lap playing with his shiny ball, Din's hands stroking baby's back, he smiled staring at his little face, then he sighed resting the back of his head on the backrest, his mind going back to Shrune's reaction when he finally informed him of the nature of the protesters, their true identities, in the privacy of his room. He sighed again making Grogu perk his ears. Din squeezed his eyes shut and then, the warmth of two gentle hands on his shoulders soothed him, this time he sighed pleased and opened his eyes slowly, his little Jedi was standing behind the couch leaning forward, his beautiful face hovering over Din's, the blonde smiled fondly before pressing a chaste kiss on his lips, then he moved to kiss his forehead and Din relished in the softness and serenity his little clan was offering him.

If I could I would fall in love with you two all over again. Every day of my life.

"Shrune looked very disturbed." He said frowning.

"He was." Luke replied squeezing his shoulders.

"Cyare, I can't believe it, I still can't wrap my head around it. Imperials... wearing my dead siblings' armour-" His voice trailed off "Siblings they killed when I decided to rescue Grogu from the client."

Luke shushed him "Stop right there, I know where you're going."

Din shrugged "I know, I can't change the past."

"Right, love. But we can make things better."

We. How beautiful it sounded. A reality, no longer a promise.

Luke massaged his scalp, softly, eliciting a sigh from Din, pleased, he rubbed Grogu's ear with his fingers and baby giggled. This was heaven. The calm before the storm.

~

Shrune came back later, he walked into the chamber looking down and scratching his gray beard.

"I informed the council about the imperials." He pursed his lips "But, Mand'alor, did you realize that we can't tell real mandalorians from imposers just by looking at them?"

"My tribe leader can." Din swayed on his feet resting both hands on his hips.

"Alright, yes, our Armorer could do that, still, did you consider that they mingled with our people for almost a year? I can assure you that there are real mandalorians supporting their cause, their position, their beliefs as we talk."

Fuck. Din didn't even think about it. He let out a sharp breath as his shoulders sagged.

"I'm sorry son, but this is not that simple." He closed the distance between them and rested a hand on Din's pauldron.

Din looked at him almost defeated behind his visor "But when they realize they were supporting imps that killed our siblings they will change their mind."

Shrune pressed his lips together and nodded "They might. Still, I need to ask you something." He looked pointedly at Din's visor "If we are going to do this we should be convincing, show them that we're approaching the matter in good faith." He clicked his tongue "The Jedi is a problem, he must leave Mandalore as soon as possible."

His words made Din feel chills and his gut crawled in a very unpleasant way "No." He said flatly "He's a member of my Royal guard."

Shrune sighed, his eyes looked full of compassion, still Din felt utterly affronted by his request "I'm begging you, my Mand'alor. Please, I do believe that having him as a guard would be advantageous, notwithstanding Lady Kryze is right, our people consider him an enemy, it's not wise to keep him around while we breach the agreement." He frowned "Besides, they would believe you're breaking the deal because of him, we don't need distractions."

No. Din shook his head slowly.

"Please, son. He could return when this is over, please, meet me halfway here."

Din hummed and walked to Grogu's room, Luke was sitting on the floor, legs crossed, the child was playing by his side with a tiny lightsaber and there were crayons around him, Din's stomach clenched thinking back to the day he saw his ad'ika on Coruscant for the first time since he left him under Luke's care, but this time the sight was heart wrenching. Luke looked at him with sadness in his eyes, he blinked, his expression exuding calmness in a way that took Din's breath away.

"I heard him." He said quietly, breaking Din's heart.

"Luke..." Din pleaded tilting his head.

"He has a point." Luke cut him off.

Din took a few steps back and looked at Shrune who was still standing by the main door, he reluctantly nodded at the old man, and he nodded back before leaving the chamber. Din looked at his cyare again, exhausted and infuriated by his people's constant push, and he was taken aback by the way Luke's expression changed, little Jedi grimaced while getting on his feet slowly, even when he tried to hide it, it seemed that he was feeling the same way as Din was feeling about this matter after all.

~

Din spent the rest of the evening and the night working on a plan, meeting with the council in public as well as meeting with Paz, Koska and the Armorer in secret, but it was worth it, he wanted to put an end to this nonsense. He was focused on the task but he couldn't help letting his mind go to Grogu and Luke now and then, all by themselves inside his chamber, maybe missing him as much as he was clearly missing them, missing their affection.

And Luke.

The council scheduled his departure. The Jedi was leaving Mandalore the next morning when every living soul in town could witness him getting on Paz Vizsla' ship.

It was still dark outside when Din entered his chamber, he walked to the main room and the sight of his clan mended his broken heart. They were in Din's bed, both of them peacefully sleeping, they were lying on their side, Grogu's head was resting on Luke's outstretched arm, while he was holding the baby's little body close to his chest with his free hand. Din swallowed through the lump in his throat as tears started prickling at the corner of his eyes. He removed his helmet and kept walking, finally crawling into bed, Luke hummed frowning, eyes still closed as Din's hand slid from his waist to his stomach.

"Hi, babe." Din whispered softly in his ear before pressing a kiss on his temple "It's all set." He added staring at his blonde hair as he started rubbing circles on his stomach through his shirt shifting behind Luke to cuddle him. Luke smiled pleased and pressed against him.

"Good." Luke murmured.

Din chuckled closing his eyes, the sound of Grogu's snoring filling the silence surrounding them while he fell asleep embracing his man and his son, wishing he could stay in that moment forever.

~

The sun was out, casting shadows over the dusty streets of Mandalore as a cloaked form walked from the headquarters to the royal guard's ship, all eyes were suddenly on him, he was escorted by Paz and Koska, his hood covering his head only revealing his mouth and chin, people turned their heads incredulous to look closely to the Jedi as he walked up the ramp.

The Mand'alor was watching from afar, standing on the headquarters front step, he kept staring at the ship until it finally took off as he heard indistinct murmuring coming from the street, he looked around, everybody seemed flabbergasted, astonished. Bo-Katan looked at him sideways, she nodded in silence and he glared at her behind his helmet for a while before entering the building.

Din locked himself inside his chamber for the rest of the day. No one would dare to pester him, everyone seemed to understand that the Jedi was more than just a guest to The Mand'alor, that day everything remained quiet while their leader spent hours with his ad'ika in the royal room.

The night came again and he tucked the sleepy baby in, leaving him in his own room as he walked to the center of the chamber and sat down on the couch, he huffed leaning back staring at the ceiling. He missed Luke. He missed him with every fiber of his being.

Finally, a knock on the door. He grabbed his helmet and put it back on "Come in." He said standing up. The door slid open and the Armorer walked in with another mandalorian beside her. Din curled his hands into fists. They walked, closing the distance, coming to a halt a few feet away from him. Din set his eyes on the mandalorian next to her, their helmet was painted in black and dark green and the rest of the armour remained silver, unpainted, untouched.

The Armorer broke the silence "Silver, black and green. The colours of your clan." She nodded at Din.

Din's heartbeat sped up when the mandalorian removed their helmet and blue eyes met his visor, a mop of blonde hair all tousled and ruffled appearing before him making his breath quicken.

"I leave you now. This is the way." The Armorer said as she walked out of the chamber.

Din was blinking behind his visor, gaping at the man in front of him. His eyes roamed all over his form until he finally fixed them on his pauldron, the image of a mudhorn adorning it.

"Please, say something." Luke said with a trembling voice, Din tried to speak but he couldn't, not even in his wildest dreams did he imagine Luke Skywalker, his Luke Skywalker, wearing a mandalorian armour. And Gods, he looked breathtaking.

"I love you." Din finally said absentmindedly, reaching out to caress Luke's pauldron, the tip of his fingers brushing the edges of the mudhorn symbol, Luke shrugged slightly pressing his lips together and looking at Din through his eyelashes. "Kriff, Luke... I'm-" Speechless. "Uh, you are-" He couldn't find the words.

"Yours." Luke added grabbing his gloved hand to press his palm against his chest plate and Din's heart leapt in his chest, he could feel the way his cheeks were burning all of a sudden as something pleasant squirmed in his gut. It was curious but since they set foot on Mandalore they hardly felt the need to feel each other, to love each other, the drama around them killed the passion, the burning, the desire, and something was coming back to Din. He withdrew his hand from Luke's chest plate and removed his helmet, he cupped Luke's face pressing their bodies together in the process, looking into his blue eyes.

"You look perfect, you're a walking dream, Luke." He kissed him softly, with open eyes basking in the way Luke melted against him. Little Jedi moved his arms to hold him, soothing his hands on his back as Din nibbled at his bottom lip making him purr. "Perfect, cyar'ika. Perfect." He said under his breath as the tip of Luke's tongue trailed his upper lip.

"I want-" Luke said digging his fingers into Din's waist.

"You got it." Din groaned.

Luke tossed his head back chuckling "You didn't even know what I was about to say." He rested his hands on Din's pauldrons smirking sultry at him.

"I can tell what you want, I can feel it." Din moved his hand down between their bodies to squeeze Luke's hardening cock making him hiss "I missed you, cyar'ika. I missed this." He added, rubbing Luke's length through the fabric of his pants. "Good thing you're not wearing a codpiece." He snorted out a laugh while Luke pressed his face against his mirroring him, for the first time in a while they were enjoying themselves and Din couldn't get enough of that.

"Din." Luke breathed out glancing at Grogu's bedroom's door.

"He's sleeping." He leaned in ducking his head, he buried his face in Luke's neck, his lips brushing his skin before peppering it with kisses "Now, go on, tell me, what do you want?" He asked, his mustache tickling his ear and he could feel the way Luke shivered in his arms.

Luke blinked a few times boring into his brown eyes, smiling, lips partially open as he slid his thigh to place it between Din's and he started rubbing it against Din's crotch. Din's head was spinning only by feeling the hard beskar of the Jedi's cuisse against his own arousal, unlike Luke, he was already rock hard "Use your imagination, Mand'alor." He whispered in his ear, his voice thick with want, making Din's skin prickle.

Din pulled back staring at his eyes "As you wish, Jedi." A lopsided smile crossing his features as he started ushering Luke to the main room by tugging at his utility belt. A walking dream, his blonde Jedi, his mandalorian Jedi. And they were still together, against all odds, no matter what.

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Hello! My name is Dove and I am a jack of all trades from Georgia. I am a professional dancer/dance teacher, am a kitchen witch, a professional Dungeon Master, the biggest nerd on the planet, and most importantly... a smut writer who writes a lot about my hyperfixations.

RULES FOR ASKS

Please put what you want, and if you want it to be smut, fluff, or both. I will not answer asks without that because I don't want to make anyone uncomfy. If you want to be known as _________ anon please let me know! Requests are open, please ask away and I will write them up. Blurbs, smut, fluff, HCs, ask away

MASTERLIST/WHO I WRITE FOR

GHOST BC (main currently)

Young Papa Nihil

Young/Old Primo

Young/Old Secondo

Terzo

Copia (Cardinal, Papa, frater imperator)

I will write any version of them- vampire, antichrist, ETC.

Any of the Ghouls

STAR WARS

Anakin Skywalker

Obi Wan Kenobi

Any of the Clones (minus Cody. Fuck Cody)

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo (maybe)

Boba Fett

Fennec Shand

Kanan Jarrus

Bad batch

Ahsoka

Sabine

I will take more requests though

MARVEL

Rogue

Gambit

Bucky (any version)

Steve

Loki

Literally any of the xmen minus Scott (fuck Scott)

Agatha Harkness

CRITICAL ROLE:

any VM, M9, or BH characters

GOOD OMENS

anyone (most Crowley and Zira though)

BG3

Astarion

Gale

Karlach

Probably anyone else, just ask!

What I won’t write:

Dubious consent of any kind (non con, dub con, r@pe, etc), self harm, use of drugs or excessive alcohol

[dinluke-ao3feed]

Little of Your Love

Read it on https://archiveofourown.org/works/63390751 by Maered “We need to agree to some ground rules. How this is all going to work.” “Are you going to bill me for drawing up the contract?” Din needles, “No. We can't have any evidence of… this.” Luke levels a look at him. “You know we're going to have to lie to everyone, right? I don't want to get caught up trying to remember who knows the truth and who doesn't. Can you do that?” “Can you?” Din counters, “-your sister won't be able to tell?” “...she has her hands full with my nephew,” Luke says, Din snorts. “What?” “Are you prepared for everyone at the office thinking we're together?” “Why is that funny? This was your idea!" “I know, I'm fine with it." Din says "-Just looking forward to you getting read the riot act by Kenobi, that's all.” - Because the Universe thinks it's funny, Luke and his colleague, Mando, are both going to the same wedding. And because the Universe has decided it's pursuing a career in comedy, they both have their own reasons for needing a date to it. The most logical course of action, obviously, is that they pretend to be dating and attend together. Luke has a great feeling about this. Words: 15321, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars Original Trilogy, Andor (TV), Star Wars (Marvel Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Leia Organa, Ben Solo, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Biggs Darklighter, Cassian Andor, Brasso the Ferrixian (Star Wars), Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV), Bo-Katan Kryze, Han Solo, R2-D2 (Star Wars) Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa/Han Solo Additional Tags: Bru writes, Fake/Pretend Relationship, In spite of the fact we aren't the biggest fan of it lol, why is it always a wedding, I ask myself as the creator, Title from a HAIM song, Weddings, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Lawyers, Tbh the law setting is not that consequential, Lawyer Luke Skywalker, Investigator din Djarin, Past Luke Skywalker/SW Comic Character, Past Infidelity, Not between dinluke, Good Parent Din Djarin, Protective Din Djarin, Din Djarin is Bad at Feelings, Din Djarin is a Little Shit, Luke Skywalker is So Done, luke is oblivious, Luke is too good for his own good, as usual, Lawyer Obi-Wan Kenobi, They both work at Obi Wan's environmental law firm, Family Feels, Family Drama, Mandalorians are one big family, Soft Din Djarin, Touch-Starved Din Djarin, Adoption, Grogu | Baby Yoda Being a Little Shit, Cute Grogu | Baby Yoda, Grogu | Baby Yoda Ships Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Switch Din Djarin, Switch Luke Skywalker, Listen if I have wrote a trope before expect it in here lol, Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Colleagues to Lovers, is not a tag but it should be, Stag Nights & Bachelor Parties, Din and Luke share a single braincell, do they use it? No, Dog R2-D2 (Star Wars), Fluff, Romantic Comedy, The Dinluke Server Made Me Do It

[ao3feed--kylux]

Stuff Me

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/DLPWVX5

by nonbinary_tatooine

Din works at Spencer's in the Coruscant Towncenter Mall to support his autistic son in between FBI jobs.

It's a dumb retail job full of vibrators and weed merchandise, but the thing Din looks forward to almost every shift is the angelic blonde that works at Build-A-Bear across the mall walkway.

Words: 3673, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy, The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars: The Book of Boba Fett (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Paz Vizsla, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Han Solo, Leia Organa, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux, Rey (Star Wars), Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Hera Syndulla

Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa/Han Solo, Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Poe Dameron/Finn/Rey

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Shopping Malls, Din Djarin is Bad at Feelings, Meet-Cute, Vibrators, Stuffed Toys, Alternate Universe - Retail, First Dates, Autistic Grogu | Baby Yoda, Eventual Smut, Fluff and Smut, Bottom Luke Skywalker, Top Din Djarin, Service Top Din Djarin

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/DLPWVX5