#he could just leave it with me. and i'd mute all the f words

[faggotryandtransjesterism]

i am occasionally confronted with the intense unorthodoxy of the things i watched as a child. i really feel like i'm probably in a minority of people whose list of childhood media includes the hbo miniseries band of brothers

[saradika]

wingding.

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rated G - 1.5k words / Part 3 of warmest wishes.

Prompt: Mistletoe || warm lights, smoke, and friends

Tags: introductions, teasing, trust, and that moment where you’re completely lost in thought. This is part of the December Writing Challenge! ❄️💕

The room is wide and welcoming as they make their way through the Palace - strings of lights crossing the high, sloped ceiling, bathing the walls in a warm, cozy glow.

They’re between on-time and late, and when they reach the cantina, the party is already in full swing, the room scattered with pockets of beings. Leaning closely to converse, grabbing hors d’oeuvres off trays carried by droids, or swaying in time with the beat played by the Biths in the corner.

“Don’t you think it’s a little funny?” Her smile is wry as she takes in the room - the sandblasted metal walls, the heavy, stone floor, “Being in a desert for a holiday party. After being on that ice moon so recently, I mean.”

And it is a little funny, the sand, the heat, the message - all of it.

He had gotten the transmission last week, a hologram recording from Boba Fett, inviting him to stop by if he was in the area for a holiday get-together he was having.

"And if that soft heart of yours has picked up any more passengers, they're welcome too."

Din almost didn't ask her about it, but the thought gradually burrowed into his mind. They could make it if they wanted to, they were in the Outer Rim, within a jump or so of the Tatoo system.

He ended up showing her the holovid recording a few days before the event, strangely nervous as he waited for her response - but needn’t worry, her hands were clasping together before it was over, her body twisting to face him.

"Oh that would be so fun! I'd love to meet your friends. Can we go?"

Friends... was one way to put it, he supposed. They were friends, but it was strange to hear it voiced so casually, such a simple label after everything that had happened.

But friends they were, and so he would go.

And then, it seems like in no time at all, they were here.

Din spies them first, Boba cutting an impressive figure that was easy for him to spot in the crowd, even with his forest green helmet clipped to his belt. They wind their way through the crowd together, until they’re joining where Boba and Fennec stand near the bar top.

He introduces them, clasping arms with both Boba and Fennec as he does - and it is good to see them after so many months. He thinks in this moment, they were right to come. And then she’s stepping forward, her own hand extending toward them.

"Thank you so much for the invite." Her hand disappears into Boba's grip, and then her arm is reaching out to embrace Fennec, "I was so excited when Din told me."

She misses the knowing look that jumps between them, the way Fennec's eyes narrow as her lips curl and how Boba's eyebrow raises in muted surprise.

Din's arms cross over his chest, a defensive moment that makes Fennec’s smile pull wider, "Well, we are so glad that you and Din could make it."

His frown deepens underneath the helmet, his arms cross just a little more tightly. A bit of the joy in seeing them now tinged with a prickle of irritation at the smug looks on their faces.

They catch up, though it’s hard - the music a little too loud for such intimate talk. Boba is constantly interrupted with guests, stopping by to greet the new King, until it reaches a point where he has to excuse himself.

“Are you staying tonight?” Boba asks to both of them, standing between the two of them and his waiting subjects.

She looks to Din, who nods. They would be leaving late at best, and probably would be too weary to fly anyways. Events like this always sucked away his energy, no matter how rested he may be.

“Then I’ll find you later. It’s good to see you, both of you.” Boba’s hand clasps his, before he steps away to discuss business.

She’s been glancing towards one of the tables, piled high and laden with food and baked goods. Din reaches out to catch her attention, the back of his gloved knuckles brushing her upper arm.

When she looks back, Din gives a nod towards the table, “Go ahead, I’ll be right there.”

“Thanks, I am eyeing those cookies,” She smiles, and then she’s stepping into the crowd.

He watches her go, trying to keep a casual eye on things. It’s not like he does trust her - he does. He trusts Fennec and Boba too, but the trust in the room stops there.

It’s a moment before he notices Fennec leaning against the bar top, steadily eyeing him.

“What?” It’s sharp and almost combative, but he’s seen that look before.

She smiles, “Oh, nothing.”

His scoff is soft beneath his helmet, his head turning to face away from her and back onto the crowd.

“You should go and have fun, too.” Fennec shoots him another sly smile as she pushes to her feet, her voice dropping low, “Just watch out for mistletoe.”

He doesn’t know what that is - and isn’t sure he wants to, with a warning like that.

A small table opens up nearby and he takes it, seating himself at one of the high chairs, and tugging the second chair close so it wouldn’t be taken.

She finds him there a few moments later, a small plate in her hand, a pile of cookies piled on top in all sizes and colors. She places it on the table, stealing one from the top of the plate, moaning a sigh of satisfaction when she bites into it.

“Here, you have to try this one. I’ll block you.” She moves to stand in front of him, raising on tip-toe so he can duck his head, lifting the helmet just enough to pop the cookie into his mouth.

It’s good - sweet and soft. It reminds him of the hot chocolate they had shared those week ago, the sugar melting on his tongue. And for a moment, his chest feels warm and tight, and he finds himself clearing his throat as he swallows it down.

Her eyes lift upward, a soft hum of interest, “You’re sitting under the mistletoe. You know that?”

Din looks up, for the first time all evening - too busy with eye-level events tonight to look anywhere else. Dangling from the beam above him is a bit of green shrub, the shorn-off edge wrapped in a bright red ribbon.

“What does it do? It just looks like a plant.”

She spins around to face him, eyebrows raising.

“You don’t know?”

“No.” His head tilts in a shake, “Fennec just told me to avoid it.

She smiles at that, before turning thoughtful. After a moment and a long, contemplative look, her voice goes soft, “I could show you. Do you trust me?”

The corner they’re in is dark and hazy with smoke, but it feels like she’s looking straight into his eyes through the visor. She’s smiling - the sight coaxing out the soft “yes” that slides from his lips before he can think too much about it.

She steps towards him, moving between his spread legs, her hands touching down on the space between his thigh armor and his knees.

And then she’s leaning forward as her head tilts, bringing her closer - closer than she’s ever been to him before. He’s still as stone as her eyes slide shut, as her lips touch down to press a short, sweet kiss to the curved edge of his helmet.

His brain feels sluggish - too cloudy and slow - and he knows it’s impossible, but he almost… he almost thinks feels the warmth against his skin, instead of the Beskar.

Her eyes are still closed as she leans back, and he doesn’t think he’s blinked since she turned around. Or breathed even, judging by the rough exhale of breath from his lungs. He hopes he can remember how.

“I think,” and her voice is soft, barely more than a whisper. “I think Fennec thought she was being funny.”

They flutter open then, blinking, and it’s like a spell has been broken - she’s stepping away, her gaze shifting to the side, off towards the bar.

“Sorry. I-I’m gonna- “ She stammers, the tip of her finger flicking over towards the curving bar top. “I’m just going to go grab a drink. Over there. I’ll be right back.”

Din watches her go, the way she peeks back over her shoulder, her head snapping back when she realizes he’s still looking her way. The way she leans towards the bartender, who pulls two glasses off the shelf for her - how Fennec chooses that moment to sidle up, drawing her focused attention away from the polished stone.

Mistletoe. He can’t help the smile, wondering who he should thank for putting it up. Wondering what other traditions he might not know about.

"-have it bad, don't you?”

Din's faintly aware that someone's been talking to him, more than a little lost in thought over the past couple minutes.

His helmet tilts as a hand claps down on his pauldron, Boba leaning into his line of vision from where he's been standing by Din's chair.

"Did you even hear I word I said, Djarin?" His voice is more amused than annoyed, his fingers squeezing into the meat of his shoulder.

Din can't help the way his helmet drifts back, tracking the miniscule moments as her head bows, as she leans closer to Fennec, to hear her over the murmur of the crowd.

His answer is honest.

"No. I didn’t."

[i-need-air]

Good news; Bakugou Katsuki x Reader.

Summary: F!Reader. Your soon to be husband arrives home just as you settled down, not knowing the recently made curry is not the only surprise of the evening.

Word Count: 3.3k [It all started with a drabble💀]

Warnings: Disgusting fluff. So much fluff. Tooth rotting fluff. Reader is female and can get pregnant aaaand I just spoiled everything. More fluff and Katsuki ruining the fluff bc he's a gremlin even when older. Pro Hero Bakugou so expect him to be kinda more mature. Fluffy petnames and fluff. Did I mention fl—🤡

You sighed, sprawled over the couch in a comfortable position, action movie playing in the backround as you were fidgeting with the engagement ring on your finger, a small smile plastered on your face. Red ruby, just as his eyes; your mind drifted to all the compliments you threw at him about those eyes that flustered him beyond reason. Through a chuckle, the jewel reached your lips as you landed a kiss on it.

The key jiggle made your lips curve more and you covered more under the fluffy blanket, eager and giddy to see his face. He was so obnoxiously loud even while doing the smallest tasks, like just coming through the door of your shared apartment. With a groan and a very audible neck crack, he threw the keys in the bowl by the entrance and spotted you on the couch.

"Lookin' comfortable." His voice was amused, hidden between his normal gruff tone. You could only wiggle your exposed toes at him as a greeting, earning a scoff in return.

With that, he started his usual routine of bitching about his side-kicks, villains, the world; you name it and Bakugou Katsuki has a reason to trash talk about it. Yet this time he interrupted himself in his monologue as he smelled the air just as he was approaching the sofa, stopping himself in his tracks.

"Is that curry?" He said, suddently all annoyance regarding everything and everyone forgotten, the smell of delicious spicy food making him look like a child excited to be alive. With a giggle, you nodded at his expression, absolutely adoring his bright face.

"Yeah, I did. Just finished it, actually."

"Damn. What's the occasion, princess?" He asked with a smirk before throwing the blanket off, then launched himself on you like a dead weight, making you groan. Katsuki always seemed to forget how incredibly built he was. Massive, muscular and acted like a total baby whenever he was exhausted, specially enjoying sprawling himself on you whenever he got the chance.

"Not hungry?" You mutter, deciding to not answer his question and trying your best to find a position to breathe while still encircling him with your arms, although it seemed a hard task. You opted to lead his head into your chest, then massage his back muscles with soft fingertips, just as he loved and denied to love simultaneously.

He hid his expression into your cleavage, grumbling something indistinguishable as he cuddled closer into you. How come he always had this effect on you? Such a giant baby yet these tender actions had your heart going crazy, making you melt into him. Or, more likely, get squished under him.

"Didn't catch that, baby." He groaned, urging you to massage him more as he lifted his face a little just so you can hear better.

"I fuckin' said—" of course he had to be a pain in the ass too; he bit your breast lightly which earned a slap on his shoulder and with a smirk, he continued. "Just wanna stay like this for a while." You noticed his pout before he rubbed his forehead into your neck. Katsuki has been overworking himself since he opened his own hero agency and, even if it got amazing results, sometimes he forgot to just take care of himself. It's the reason why you decided to take it upon yourself to remind him. Although he complained and grumbled like an old man that's done with life, you could always see the beginning of a smirk plastered on his beautiful face, hint that he loved the attention and care. What a baby, your fiancé that is.

"C'mon, baby, you need to eat." Any attempt to remove him from your person was brushed off completely since he weighted like a tank. He even dared to whine and encircle his arms around you. Definitely a baby.

"Did ya eat?" His voice was soft and you almost missed it.

"Not yet. I was waiting for you." You answer just as low, running your fingers through his incredibly soft hair. How dare he use the same hair products you use and have such different results? Like you'd ever ask out loud, knowing he'd just smirk triumphantly as if he won an imaginary competition.

Even if he didn't express it vocally, Katsuki was thankful for these domesticity, that being having dinner together whenever you had the chance. Yet he always answers with the same "You shouldn't have, you stubborn woman." Just like now.

You rolled your eyes with a smirk, the usual bickering starting, same bickering that always making you feel warmth in your stomach, but now it wasn't the time to play since you had other plans. With that, you lifted the hairs brushing his forehead and gave him a kiss before looking up at the ceiling, still continuing your gentle ministrations.

"So... I was thinking."

"Ah, fuck—" Before he could throw a sarcastic joke around, you pressed his face into your chest to quiet the attempt, the deep rumble coming from his chest making you shake. "You tryin' to fucking kill me?" His amused accusations made you gasp dramatically.

"Right back at you!" His lips parted but you interrupted. "So I was thinking—" He shut up, not before giving you a a glare. "Remember when you took me hiking for the first a couple of years ago?"

"What about it?" His interest peaked, he raised himself on his elbow while giving you a raised brow.

"We reached the top of the mountain and we could see all Musutafu from there..." With muscle memory alone, your hand landed in his cheek to caress it, feeling his sharp cheekbone and adoring the way he leaned into it by reflex too. "I didn't watch it at all." His scandalized face made you laugh but you proceeded, not giving him a chance to scold the living hell out of you. "I was looking at you."

The statement just made his mouth shut closed, surprise washing over him.

"Why the f—"

"All I could think was Holy shit, I love him so much." It took him time to process it. A slow blink was thrown at you as he genuinely did not know how to respond. The image of his increasingly reddened cheeks was imprinting itself in your mind as you never, ever, wanted to forget this moment. And it just started. Butterflies ran through your guts and you felt your hands starting to shake. "You looked at the scenery and had this... serene... smile on your face. I couldn't look away." Your lips found his for just a second. "I thought I wanted to see that smile again and again and... that's when I realized I loved you."

He was malfunctioning at this point and oh, how you loved breaking him in the best way.

"I— But—" His palm reached his face, trying his hardest to hide that enthralling expression he had. There was a visible fight to hide an emerging grin and he was losing, the red in his cheeks and his normally prickly self still made him attempt a scowl. He then groaned loudly, taking the palm still placed on his cheeks to hide his eyes behind. "You fucking told me you loved me instantly after." He was grinning fully by now, intense orbs watching through your fingers.

"I just knew I always wanted to come to you first to tell you something. Like—" again, he's giving all his attention. "Good news, bad news... Whenever I need someone's opinion or just to rant... I always knew you're the first one I want to go to."

As years passed through your relationship, your words always managed to leave him mute and the affection coming with them was something Katsuki sometimes struggled to accept, at least at the beginning. By now you both matured together and it didn't seem to be an issue anymore yet with your speech, he did not know what to say. Only wonder showed.

"I just hope you feel the same about me." The shy, small whisper woke him up from whatever daze he was in and a determined and somewhat cocky expression took over him.

"Damn right I do! Like I'd go to any other extra when I got you."

Your fiancé, contrary to popular belief, wasn't just a brash, head straight into action type of man. He was observant and knew how to pick his fights. Katsuki also knew you very well as he studied you even before starting to go out together. He knew your moods and he definitely picked up that this conversation was serious. Exactly why he indulged you with the next sentence in all seriousness.

"What brings this up, babe?"

"I just wanted to tell you that I love you." As much as it was very true, it wasn't exactly the end of the conversation and he knew. His lips were soft as they pressed on yours, his cologne filling your lungs, his hand pulling you close, closer. Before he could get the chance to taste you more, the tease that he was, he pulled away.

"I love you too, princess." Those words always, without a fail, made you shiver or melt. And this time you did both, the dumbest grin taking over you only in response at his expression. The expression you always chased since that fateful day. The same serene and at peace look he gave was now focused on you and for a single second you got overwhelmed with love, making you blink away the happy tears threatening to approach. Because it wasn't over; you still had to deliver some news and the thought made your voice shaky.

"I have a surprise for you." Your noses were still touching, his breath was fanning over you. Self control had to be damned for another moment as you sweetly kissed his lips again. How can he be so addictive? Another kiss. So sweet. Another. So soft and so perfect.

"Yeah?" His smallest whisper still sounded rough.

"Mhm..." With a head movement, you pointed at the chocolate box placed strategically on the small table by your side, sharp rubies following the movement in confusion, giving you the chance to kiss the cheek now in front of you. "You know I've been feeling pretty bad recently."

"And you still ate the damned fucking chocolates." He muttered, feeling the moment was over. Oh, poor, innocent Katsuki.

"There was a reason for that."

"Open the box." As if you told him the world's greatest secret, he hesitated with suspicion. "C'mon, baby." His petname made him perk, the plea in your tone leading him to give in with a long, exagerated sigh and furrowed brows. He threw his arm to grab the red box then settled himself back on your body, practically opening his surprise on your stomach.

The small white stick hidden inside of it stuck out like a sore thumb and The Great Bakugou Katsuki just stared at it plainly. Taking in the object like it's a weird, ancient artifact he was trying really hard to descypher. Nervousness was running through your veins and you bit your lips in hesitancy. The moment the gears in his head started working and some wires connected to get to the point finally came and you observed it with great care. His brows raised as he adjusted his position better, and with a child-like confusion merged with an indescribable spark behind his eyes, he raised his gaze towards you.

"Is this—" His breath hitched and even if his lips were trembling, they gave away a ghost of a smile. Still, his eyebrows were so high it was hilarious.

"Aha."

"The two lines...?" He got up, looking between you and the now harshly gripped pregnancy test in his hand. It seemed his brain was processing it slowly.

"It means it's positive, Katsuki."

The longest silence followed and as he stood there in a sitting position, expression hidden by his blond hair, you did not know what to feel. All you knew is that your chest burned with nervousness, your stomach turned again and again, the butterflies still spiraling around crazed. The need to know what he was thinking was taking over you but deep down a voice told you to just take in the moment and wait patiently.

The voice, your instinct and intuition built around this man were all right, because it did not take Katsuki long to start shaking. He rubbed his face, rushed and clumsy, rare of him. His leg started bouncing and a choked attempt of a laugh escaped his mouth. But it was the sniffle that made you bolt up and put a hand on his tensed shoulder.

"You're—" he struggled to talk. "You're fucking— You're pregnant?"

When he landed his gaze on you, all the increasing nerves started dissipating. Unshed tears were in the corners of his eyes. His lips were trembling but hid a smirk. He was rattled, all sense of tiredness gone... Bakugou Katsuki looked nervous, excited, amazed as he took you in through a new light. Like he ultimately understood what was going on and understood that right then and there, inside your belly a small new life was being created.

It took you back to the top of Musutafu, his face, his serene face. This Katsuki was now your favorite Katsuki. This trembling mess of a man, holding down his excitement made you adore him yet again for the n-th time in your life and you found yourself falling deeper in love with him.

So with a struggled breath, he blinked a couple of times to wake up from his daydream and his smile turned into a grimace.

"Wait. You fucking peed on this?" Although it was a question, he almost stated it with a straight face and the moment was gone. Vanished. Perished into nothing. More likely into boiling fury.

"You infuriating, insufferable, annoying man. I cleaned the damned test afterwards!" you groaned, getting up, not knowing if you wanted to cry, slap him, hug him, kiss him or throw the whole man plus the pregnancy test out the window. The only direction in your mind was the kitchen, where the delicious curry was cooling down. "You find out I'm pregnant and that's what you fucking have to s—?" He was faster, incredibly so, grabbing your hand and throwing you into him until your back was glued into his front and he laughed, sniffled and laughed some more. It wasn't his usual arrogant one, nor his characteristic scoffs of amusement. It was Katsuki laughing wholeheartedly at your reaction and at whatever was going on.

He encircled you into his arms again and you noted how small you felt anytime he did that. The whole revolution in your stomach returned as his nose hid into the nape of your neck and started shaking with you in his embrace.

"Holy fucking shit." He squeezed you into him, hands traveling to your covered belly as he tried his hardest to control his trembling self and failed miserably. Not that either cared. The gentlest he's ever been, he raised your shirt and ran his fingers over the exposed flesh. "We made a fucking baby!" Only he could proclaim that with such victory, all while you stared down at his roughed and calloused hands now placed carefully on your stomach. You couldn't even savor it and attempt to place yours on top of his because he spun you around without grace in an instant and held you by your shoulders. "WE MADE A FUCKING BABY!"

The feeling left your body and you burst into a teary laughter as you nodded. The same rough palms grabbed you by the cheeks, squishing, and he kissed you. Hard and shaky, brash and messy as you relaxed and took all of it in, welcoming it and asking for more. His heart was beating hard, so hard it rivaled yours and he seemed to have a hard time deciding what to do first; kiss, talk or breathe.

"Fuck—" he growled into your lips. "Holy fuck—" his thumbs brushed the corner of your eyes, washing away the teardrops.

"You shouldn't swear in front of the baby." You teased. What you did not expect was for him to lean back, inhale sharply and look down at your stomach with wide orbs.

"Fuck, what?! Shit— I mean— Already?!" His panic just amused you further and the guilt he was oozing made you giggle.

"Of course not, you goof. Maybe in a few months though..."

You'd expect a snap back, an annoyed grunt, a sassy retort, a sarcastic jab at the silly joke you made, an argument to defend himself. Anything but him falling on his knees in a slow motion and raising your shirt again just to stare.

Your last statement maybe made him fall again into a spiral of realization because it surely did that for you too. In a few months...

"For how long have you known?"

"I started thinking about it a couple of weeks ago—" Like you'd slapped him, he snapped towards you in an incredulous, shocked manner. "But I wanted to wait to see if my period maybe decided to come very late and when it didn't—" he calmed. "I took the tests. Today."

"Tests?" He pulled you closer by the hips.

"I bought 5 different ones. I had to drink so much water." You grin and he scoffs.

"You didn't wait to tell me, hah?" How come he sounded so accusing even when you did something good and even when he smiled while saying it?

"Of course not. I told you, silly, I always go to you first with any news. Good or bad..."

He noticed. He always does. Never the verbal man, he was not the type to say something unless completely and utterly necessary, instead he was one to show what was needed to be said with actions. But being together for so long, he learned that sometimes he needed to voice out a few things, just to easen your poor confused and uncertain heart. After really taking your previous words to heart, accepting them and loving them, he did have to reassure you.

"This is good news, princess. This is—" On his knees, grinning like a mad man, the sparkle in his red eyes made you nod, not even knowing why, and pull him closer into your body. His cheek touched your stomach and he relaxed, snuggling closer into it. "This is amazing fucking news." His breath tickled and you nodded again into the air, weight lifting off your shoulders.

While normally he was the one to hilariously ruin a sweet scenery with one of his snarky remarks just to easen the overwhelming emotions from said situation, it did not happen this time. No. This time you did as your stomach rumbled loudly into his ear and you started wheezing, both out of embarrassment and amusement.

"For fuck's sake, [Y/N]! You should've eaten!" He raised and in the blink of the eye he dragged you towards the kitchen.

"Sorry! I forgot to eat today and I wanted to wait for you to surpr—"

"SAY FUCKING WHAT—?! You forgot to eat— THE WHOLE FUCKING DAY?!"

His screaming, his flustered and annoyed face, the way he threw the curry into a plate and placed it in front of you, the way he tapped his foot on the ground waiting for you to eat... The way a vein popped on his forehead as an idiotic smile washed over you...

"I love you, Katsu..."

"Yeah, yeah, eat the damned food already. Always have to be so fuckin' cheesy. Can't fucking believe you did not eat at all today, you annoying woman. You fucking tell me every single day to take care of myself and now you pull this shit—" his incessant rambling continued even after you started eating so you decided to be mischievous.

"We love you, Katsu."

He then short-circuited.

[carboniteprincess]

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, character death, murder, you're literally a rebel sniper, it's enemies to lovers boba is not going to be nice to you yet, love at first fist fight, I cannot stress this enough, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, he's kind of arrogant? but he's young give him time

Pairing: Boba Fett x F! Reader | 2.0k words

You're arguably the best sniper in the entire rebel alliance, with hundreds of high ranking Imperial officials on your belt. When you're given the order to kill Boba Fett, you are under the impression that this would be like any other mission. Unfortunately, he seems to have great skill of getting out of situations that aren't in his favor. Now you're on Tatooine, where your comrade Orda has lured him into discussing business in a shady restaurant under the guise of being an Imperial Commander. His luck has to run out at some point, and you intend that to be today.

Crossposted on Ao3!

Being a rebel wasn't as glamorous as you thought. You weren't conducting high-level espionage or anything of the like. Instead, your penchant for sniping was homed in on, making you one of, if not the best in the entire squad. The only flaw you had, was arrogance. Never have you let a target walk away, never have you allowed yourself into a tight spot. 

You were always ahead of the enemy, so when your general gave you the order to kill Boba Fett. You assumed it would be an easy in and out job, perhaps he would've posed a threat to other members of your squad. But to you it would be simple, right? Unfortunately not. 

This is your third attempt at some kind of ambush, luring him into a perfect position. Mandalorian armor had few weak points, meaning you had to meticulously spend hours figuring out where would land a good, clean blow. His neck. If angled correctly, one tilt of his helmet and it would be over. Right through the jugular, no more bounty hunter. Another imperial dog to add to your list. 

If he would just turn his head, a little more to the right. Sweat beads on your forehead, eyes focused down the scope. Being a good assassin was all about your ability to linger, to wait. You're positioned on a balcony, a blind spot to the restaurant below. Your associate kept him talking under the guise of being an Imperial Commander, negotiating pay for the next rebel target. Boba Fett sits across from him, drink untouched. If you could see his face you'd swear he seemed bored. His legs wide open, leaning back nonchalantly. 

Fingers clenching on the trigger, you close your left eye. It wasn't like you enjoyed your job, when this war was over you'd swore to never lift a weapon again. The Empire made you, molding you like clay into a perfect killer. A painful truth, a driving force. Your parents. Both were medical professionals, caught smuggling medication to the galaxy's poorest. Promptly executed and then you, an orphan. A street urchin, nothing more. 

It wasn't long into your teens that you heard of the resistance, your heart burned with a want of revenge. So you got stronger, learned how to use a blaster, pilot and any skills that would make you useful to their cause. But you weren't a rebel, not really. You didn't care for politics, didn't even bother listening to the speeches about restoring the Republic. It didn't matter to you, but what did matter was taking out as many Imperials as you could before you die in battle or finally become numb to the anger. 

Self-preservation was no concern of yours, and that made you dangerous. A loose cannon, hot-tempered, and scarily a woman. You were used to being underestimated by your peers on gender, height, birth planet…. and you were the one who gets the high-profile missions. You were the one who has the highest accuracy, years of practice which left your trigger finger calloused, and every other emotion muted. 

Boba Fett had become a real thorn in your side. Threatening your record, career and possibly your sanity. His uncanny talent for escaping situations, even if all cards were against him, was exasperating. You would be lying if you didn't have some modicum of respect for him though, you were somewhat alike. Respect, no matter how great, does not destroy a death warrant. 

Someday soon his luck would run out, and it would be you at the other end of the blaster. That day was today. Lips twitching into a smirk, you watch his neck turn. Bingo. You steady your rifle, pulse pounding in your ears. At last, this mission would be over. You'd become a legend, the woman who killed Boba Fett. 

Bang. You take the shot, accurate as ever. A hum leaves your lips, watching him fall to the ground. Your calculations were correct, there was a weak point. Every armor has one, even Mandalorian. It was like a drug, the puzzle pieces clicking together with every fragility you discovered. 

The restaurant below descends into chaos, even the bartender is panicking. All guests rushing from their tables, abandoning their meals as your associate checks the man's pulse. You stare down your scope, watching the ordeal. He gives a thumbs-up, definitely dead. A buzz in your ear alerts you to a comlink.

"He's dead. But I think you'll want to come down here." Orda replies through static. Your brow creases, what the hell could've gone wrong. Muscles twitching with irritation, you make your way through the currently uninhabited building. You were ordered to avoid collateral damage by all means necessary, a false fire alarm did the job well. 

Your feet tap against the stairs as you make quick work of assessing your surroundings— if something is wrong, then it's always better safe than sorry. It seemed to be all clear, so you proceeded out the door and onto the street. This area of Mos Eisley was pretty habitable, aside from the abundance of criminal undertakings. Dust kicks as you march into the restaurant, pushing through various guests who were piling out at lightspeed. 

With a gruff, you finally make it to the rooftop, an exclusive VIP spot which proved difficult to doctor identity necessary to enter. You're about to start asking what the hell could've been so important that he dragged you down here, but your eyes meet Orda's now slumped body, face down with all color residing. A frustrated sigh leaves you, he was a good man. Even worse, he was a great rebel. His heart was in it, unlike yours. He shouldn't have been the casualty here. You reach down, pulling out his identichip and stashing it in your pocket. An action that you've taken with far too many of your comrades. 

Painfully you pull yourself from Orda's body, standing upright. Lingering would be a deathwish, whoever killed Orda was skilled. An impressive marksman, obviously one of Boba's accomplices who mistakenly thought he was the one that shot him. You could go over what-ifs later, right now you were going to finish the fucking job. 

The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in crimson constellations as the wind settled. Inspecting Boba's body was your primary concern, whatever Orda discovered, it cost him his life. You were determined to find out what exactly it was, from a glance it seemed like Boba Fett. With a grimace, you move his drooping head around. Concerningly heavier than expected, beskar is light and durable. 

You hook your fingertips under the helmet, pulling it off and coming face to face with…. not your target. Fuck. You'd be deceived, spectacularly. Knuckles white, feeling bile in your throat threatening to explode in a cocktail of frustration and admiration. The crudely made edges of the helmet abrasive against your palm, a reminder of your failure. 

Without a second thought, your balled fist comes into contact with the wall, encasing the helmet and sending tendrils of pain, a shock wave through your arm as you verbalize your confliction with a strangled scream. Orda died for nothing, you were a joke. Everything you had built, buried and locked away was floating to the surface. 

But you haven't felt this alive in years. Being outsmarted, so cunningly sent a morbid thrill up your spine. You could almost laugh, had you not heard footsteps approaching. Impulsively your hand fell to your blaster, making a mental note to thank your teacher for always carrying more than one. 

"Surely you didn't believe it was that easy to kill me." Before he can finish you turn, firing your blaster in his direction. Of course, his armor deflects it with ease. "I must admit, I'm impressed. Not everyone could distinguish beskar through weight alone." A snort leaves him at your feeble attempt to hold ground, looking over your pathetic secondary weapon that could barely injure an Ewok. 

"Go thing I'm not everyone then." You stand, keeping your right arm extended, blaster aimed at his inner thigh. It wouldn't kill him, however it would allow ample time for escape. "You killed my friend." He's circling you now. "Who's your Intel? How did you know I'd be here?" 

"You are hardly in the position to be making demands, little rebel." Another chuckle, you'd heard of him toying with his advisories before, but this was different. A teacher disciplining a student. 

"You're going to kill me anyway, what's the harm." You huff, shrugging. He stops pacing, chewing over your words. 

"Killing you would be a waste." That bastard. "Of my time and resources." He adds matter-of-factly. 

"Orda wasn't?" You spit, voice cracking in frustration. Figuring out what made others tick was your specialty, but the lack of motivation and reason within Boba's actions is what baffled you. 

"That was a favor." He sounds like you should be grateful, almost insulted that you hadn't figured it out yet even with him practically dangling the answer in front of you. Perhaps you weren't as clever as he thought. 

"A—favor? How would killing my comrade benefit me!" You reply astounded, cheeks burning red, hand shaking on your blaster. 

You think for a second, taking your eyes off him. Why did it take until after the kill for Orda to realize what was wrong with the body… He isn't… wouldn't…could've of… you've been double-crossed. "He wouldn't— I've spent months with him—" 

"And every little thing you did, he told me." His admission is calm, you look over Orda's body, no longer do you feel remorse. Just shame. You couldn't even see betrayal under your nose. 

You walk closer to him, the barrel of your blaster getting dangerously close. Nothing could stop you from finishing your mission right now, but he's letting you. Knowledge is far more appealing than rewards in the resistance. 

With your grip around the handle tight, you slam it down across his helmet, your knee reaching his groin. "You're very easy to fool." A smirk replaces the look of misery on your face, it was a dangerous game to pretend to let your guard down. Your risk paid off, managing to get a shot at his thigh. 

Swiftly, you press all your weight on him, knocking him back just enough to make a run for the edge of the balcony. He groans in pain, you're so close to the edge, escape almost in your grasp— when a grappling hook wraps around your ankle. 

You struggle against the cold floor, doing anything you can to wriggle free from his grasp.

It's fruitless, as soon as he's in reach you're kicking him, hurtling all kinds of abuse. Your attempts to wrestle him are almost comical and in a frenzy, you grip the only thing that seems viable. His Helmet. You manage to free it, your fingers hooking under and pulling it off his head, sending it on the floor beside you. For a moment you're the one stunned, not him. 

Dark curls frame his face, a beautiful border to tanned skin. His nose is prominent but compliments his features. Scars pepper his face, but he's young. Younger than you thought. You watch as his forehead crinkles in anger, hands pinning yours beside your head. 

Wasting no time, you bring your head to crack his, sending him back with a kick to the stomach. Your nose pours from impact, dripping onto the floor as you clamber to your feet. 

"This isn't over." You hear his voice, unmodified. You rush to the edge, peering over and assessing if you can land in one of the speeders below. He stands, trying to rush over to stop you. "Don't!" 

With a wink, you throw yourself over the side. In seconds you're hurtling onto the street, watching a bare-faced Boba Fett grow smaller with each passing second. His eyes are widened in either admiration or shock for your bravery. 

He eventually dares to look over and finds that you're gone. Whoever you were, he finally had a worthy opponent. He would find you again. His little rebel. 

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Chapter 1! Reader's job has no chill and Wanda means well (Tony does too), but, as we know, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. Reader discovers the source of some peculiar things and can't help but be overcome with curiosity. F-bombs galore!

Fun fact: this story's main soundtrack is Claire de Lune, for some reason. Usually I can't stand classical music.

I didn't anticipate my first day at the bodega to be remarkful in any way but I was quickly proven wrong. My expectations were low: few customers, some of them flat-earthers of the garden variety, perhaps one or two of those 'witches' from social media blogging platforms and an overzealous Satanist or two, since I was pretty sure I saw an Ouija board and a silver pentagram hanging in Odette's office on the day of the interview.

Boy was I wrong.

We averaged a customer every fifteen minutes with each person requesting increasingly strange items: healing quartz and sage were on the closer end of normal; I felt like I had teleported to Hogwarts and was now attending Professor Snape's Advanced Potions class, having to race between the high shelves and memorize the exact location of each and every ingredient. In the end, I sacrificed a few dollars and bought one of the beautiful, leather-bound notebooks off Odette to write down the shelf and position number for the most commonly requested items and planned to begin memorizing them at home.

There's a little bit of Ravenclaw in all of us, I supposed. My curiosity only extended further: sometimes, a haggard looking person would come up and declare they had an appointment with Odette and was quickly whisked away by my boss to her office, coming out looking slightly less haggard in about half an hour or so.

I adapted to the routine fairly quickly, choosing to make my personal peace with the strange customers and Odette's mysterious meetings: after all, I got the job because I needed money - who was I to judge her for doing Tarot readings and spiritual séances for an extra dollar?

The bodega's atmosphere did grow on me rather quickly, as I had thought it would. It was warm and homely even on the rainiest afternoons, there was an unlimited supply of herbal tea, free of charge, and I grew to appreciate it just like I learned to find the positives in my job at the café. That remained a constant, mildly interesting affair too - my regulars, especially the superheroes, had started coming in during the morning hours and we were able to resume our chit-chats without a hitch.

Wanda still fished for my most recent, memorable reading and Dr. Banner left his incomprehensible scribbles on every napkin within an arm's reach for me to return to him on his next visit. The fully grown man with multiple PhDs didn't fail to blush like a schoolgirl every single time it happened, causing Mr. Stark to double on his own salacious jokes, should the engineer have had come with. They often came together, blabbering things I couldn't even fathom understanding even with the help of Google.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Wanda sounded surprisingly chipper for it was freaking seven in the morning.

I blanched, banging my arm against the display door painfully with a softly muttered, "Fuck!".

The witch frowned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I muttered, hoping my face wasn't portraying the mixture of confusion and fear that I felt. "Something weird happened at my other job yesterday, I'm still processing," I replied honestly, looking to the side.

In fairness, I didn't know what to think. The situation wasn't something that should have shocked me, with aliens and magic people an abundance in NYC, but seeing it with my own two eyes had been jarring.

A limping, paranoid young man had arrived for an appointment with Odette shortly before closing time; I had escorted him to her office without as much as a blink, only noticing he was dripping oddly colored blood when the door behind him had closed. I cleaned it up, dead set on confronting Odette about the obviously injured person - the blood, it was more of an attempt to clean it, since it merely stuck to the rag, refusing to wash off it with water or any of the organic cleaning solutions kept under the sink.

I had to leave the rag in a paper bag, acutely aware of the fact it could not have belonged to a normal person. My best guess was that a man was a mutant - NYC had plenty of them living behind a blue wall. Odette's office wasn't soundproof: I heard a pained yelp and then a vocalisation of relief as whatever was causing the man to bleed had been removed. In a few minutes while I was closing the cash register, he came out looking almost brand new - and as I paid him a more careful look, he was missing his scleras, leaving his eyes to look slightly terrifying.

And then he winked at me, a surprisingly human, boyish gesture - the smile that crawled up my face was purely automatic. I was sure it looked frozen. He disappeared without a word as Odette herself emerged from the backrooms, a tired sheen to her brow.

"Did you manage to clean up?" She asked, eyebrows raised at the lack of stains on the hardwood floors.

"It stuck to the rag," I replied, eyeing her warily. "The rag is in the unmarked bag next to the sink. I didn't know what else to do with it."

"Sometimes it does that," her sigh was very telling. This was to be expected to become a regular occurrence. She motioned for the notebook I got to keep track of everything in the store, rattling off a recipe for a cleaner and solvent combo, made purely from the items she had inside the store, giving me stern instructions to add the ingredients in the exact order I was told. I sighed but added the footnote. Odette was a far cry from the greasy git from Hogwarts so she deserved the benefit of the doubt at least.

I didn't dare to ask any more questions about the strange man; not that day, not after I had suprised Wanda with a quick recap of my story. It's not like I had anything against mutants - as long as they were peaceful and didn't harm humans with their abilities, I was content to co-habit, share my space and even be friends with them. A very nice old lady who came by three times a week had gills peeking out of the top of her turtleneck and she was just the most polite, sweetest thing.

Wanda's curiosity was understandable and not suspicious in any way: I was under the impression she was a mutant, too, along with her twin brother - so the feeling of dread that blossomed within me as soon as the two suited figures entered the small store I attributed to the larger size of the man and vulture eyes of the woman. They both appeared extremely out of place with their black two-pieces and badly hidden pistol holsters, topped off with badges I couldn't take a good look at without losing my customer service facade.

I decided to play it dumb, self-conscious of the thudding of my heart in my ribcage. My body screamed 'danger' at me. "Hello, how can I help you?"

The woman cast an observant look over me, my plain clothes, lingering on my star-patterned scarf and matching hair band. "Are you the owner of this store?"

"No," I frowned, not liking where this was going. "Do you have an appointment with Odette?"

"We'd like to see her," the man pointedly moved his arm, exposing the gun and the badge.

I dropped the nice act, staring him down in earnest. I never liked self-righteous, pushy government officials; even less so, when they didn't follow protocol and started the conversation with demands instead of proper introductions. As I shot a quick text to Odette, noting that there were 'strange people in uniform' looking for her, my suspicions were only confirmed when the woman looked around the store with eyes that knew what they were looking for. Those two definitely weren't cops or even feds, they were straight up shady.

Odette all but flew to the bodega, the imposing, suffocating aura I'd seen only once on full display. It was hard to breathe standing so close to her; with muted satisfaction, I noticed both agents squirm, their fingers twitching, as they took in shuddering inhales through their, undoubtedly, lying mouths.

The whole spectacle was over quickly. I had managed to serve and quickly usher out Ike, one of the Satanists (yes, we did, in fact, have a few of those as regulars) with his paper bag full of powdered goat horn and a fresh cat skull under his armpit before the curtains parted and the two agents left without saying a word. I thought their eyes looked - wrong, like glass marbles, dull, lifeless and unseeing.

Odette dismissed my worries with a frivolously waved hand: "They won't be bothering us anytime soon," closing the door to her office - it reeked of strong incense and horseradish, for some reason. Like she'd been making some hell salad in front of the two nosy officials.

I took a deep breath in and then a deep breath out. The weirdness should've bothered me more, I knew, but I couldn't bring myself to decide whether I wanted to know what that interaction was actually about or live in blissful ignorance, where my boss might be some sort of a mutant or an actual witch that helps other mutants.

The longer I thought about it, the louder anti-mutant propaganda articles screamed at me: children being killed or abandoned because one day, they woke up and could fly or move things with their mind; every potential situation could end up like Carrie or Brightburn - two movies so blatantly obvious in their point to instill fear against children that could grow to work alongside Earth's Mightiest Defenders.

Needless to say, my conscious calmed down pretty quickly. I had felt the hairs on my nape stand up as soon as the agents entered the room and in my experience, a reaction like that was never good. I had been taught to trust my gut.

Odette had cancelled her visits for the day, holing up in her office as the whole store rapidly filled up with the stench of horseradish, old blood and sage. The occasional noise came from the office, interrupted by mumbling, and I was quickly told to just turn up the old, vintage radio if it bothered me.

I was too busy taking in the contents of her office - the table that previously stood in the far end of it, stood in the middle, folded out into the shape of a circle. Something was drawn on it, something the color of dried blood, and there were light candles, white and blue, littered on almost every possible surface. The air was clouded with incense smoke, so thick, it made my eyes water.

Odette's grin was sardonic as she met my eyes, wide and shocked, that had previously landed on what looked like a pot- or a cauldron, emanating the strongest bitter stench that wafted even through the lead curtain of incense. No wonder the whole store reeked.

Before she gently shut the door in my face, I caught the centerfold of the whole show - an extremely large, tattered, leatherbound tome with yellowed pages and a heavy metal padlock laying next to it. Overcome by stupor, I didn't manage to make out the intricate silver letters on its cover.

Needless to say, walking home that day was an adventure. In part, I was cautious that the agents would find me, follow me home, interrogate me - I've never been arrested even by usual cops and it was unlikely that shady government agencies were delicate in their approach. A larger part of my brain was wondering about the implications of what I had seen, I'd nearly chewed off my fingernails remembering the vacant, lost face expressions on the agents' faces.

As soon as I got home, I set to do some serious googling. And find information, I did. Plethora of minor details - candle colors, herbs used, deeply individual incantations and mythical deities that chose to work with a particular witch. It was nothing short of a whole science; I'd go as far as to say it was a complete lifestyle. The use of magick bled into every aspect of daily life, from sleep to food to communication with others.

Part of me felt incredulity at the implication of sacrificing so much to get results that might be the opposite of the ones desired. A larger, braver part of me - the very same that used to push me to explore abandoned buildings with my friends and drink booze given by a stranger - admired the work and the dedication my boss and her kind put into their work.

Having received my first paycheck and successfully having made it through rent day without having to make excuses, my conscious allowed me to treat myself to a few items - I decided to give into my curiosity and placed an order for a few books on modern witchcraft, happily waiting for the package to arrive next afternoon. I went to sleep with my head full and a new world at my feet to explore.

The books were late - or more like, never showed. The refund couldn't come soon enough. My curiosity began to reach unbearable levels the longer I worked the front desk at Odette's. These days I didn't need much assistance anymore, ready to help any new or returning customer with the help of my notebook. Time after time, I noticed a certain working order, a pattern to things if you may - and was able to recommend a few things here and there. In short, I stepped over my initial apprehension and dove into the world of natural remedies and energetic manipulation headfirst.

It made all the sense that Odette would start to take absence from the bodega as my training progressed. On the days she had fewer or no appointments, she would don her favourite scarf and trot out the front door, large purse in tow, to run errands or restock on the rare, pricy items that couldn't get delivered directly to the shop. I'd grown accustomed to locking up on my own; the spare key to the entrance door was my pride and joy, the dull silver a warm comfort hanging on a chain around my neck. Its antique design made a fairly pretty necklace.

The customer coming to pick up a special order hardly disrupted my time. I had Janis Joplin blaring from the old radio, my skirt swayed to the rhythm of the song together with me. The elevated mood while working in the shop was something I appreciated fully - with a kind smile, I departed for the backrooms to search for the package with the customer's name, not finding it anywhere near the proper place. A call later, I was opening Odette's office and extracting the paper-wrapped shoebox from the fridge, passing it into the customer's arms with utmost care: 'FRAGILE. KEEP REFRIGERATED AT ALL TIMES.' read on it in Odette's sharp cursive.

The bell above the door rang as the woman departed but I was already inching behind the curtain, overcome by sudden inquisitiveness.

The book. It stood right in the middle of Odette's desk, shut, but missing its padlock, beckoning with the thick gothic letters spelling out 'PRACTICAL ALCHEMY'. I noticed it as soon as I stepped into the office, confused and puzzled by my own unbearable desire to approach it immediately. I knew something was amiss, yet, my legs had a mind of their own and my hands firmly placed themselves upon the heavy cover of the book, seemingly without the input from my brain.

"What the hell..." I muttered to myself, finding the books contents to be - for the lack of a better word - peculiar. "Protect a babe born on all Hallows Eve..." I numbly mouthed the first words that my eyes registered. The pages made a soft noise as my shaking fingers turned them, one after the other. "Bestow healing upon a barren womb... Punish a thief..." There were - spells, and potions, and so many plants I've never even heard about before.

The pages turned and handwritings changed - at the start, words were written out precisely, the cursive neat and sharp, obviously written by an ink pen. Some things were scribbles, pencil or charcoal, so barely intelligible I had to guess about a third of the words written. Towards the end of the book pages made with a typewriter appeared - blocky letters and numbers, language modern, ash and cigarette smell coming from the paper.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The longer my hands touched the pages, the stronger the tingling sensation became - I failed to notice it at first, attributing it to the exhilaration of finding something so strange yet so precious, but as I was finishing a page that contained a fairly short spell for protection of a witches' home, the discomfort of my palms rose into a mild stinging pain.

"Fuck," I yelped, casting a look at my fingers. They were hot, angry, as if I had briefly touched boiling oil - and the skin on my fingertips began to blister, little white pustules forming where I had gingerly held the pages of the book in place. "What the fuck?" Was my reasonable question to nobody in particular.

The books contents were, no doubt, interesting but I was more concerned with the state of my hands - had I ignored the pain for five more minutes, I might have had to go to the hospital to treat what was beginning to look like a second-degree burn. I slammed it shut none-too-gently, placing it exactly as I found it and winced when barely a second of touching it brought on more excruciating pain.

The healing peppermint oil salve I knew people bought for mild burns only soothed the initial sting, so I had to suffer until I clocked out, stopping by a drugstore on my way home to purchase some much-needed burn cream. And while it didn't make it worse, I knew that my next day at work was going to be Hell.

Most thankful, however, I was to my voice-to-text option on my cell. Not only it allowed me to communicate with my friends without hurting my abused skin even more, but it also dutifully saved the short, simple spell that was supposed to protect my house. There was no harm in trying it, I supposed, after seeing what I didn't doubt was the book's own protection wreak havoc on my snoopy little hands.

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Your writings are honestly so fun to read XD its like watching a tv series instead cause I can visualise it so easily! Can I request an nsfw iguro obanai x female reader? I really liked the scenario of the one where rengoku proposed to (y/n) and them getting married so I'd really love to read something like that again ^-^ thank you so much for your hard work.

Ahh thank you so much!  I’m so flattered that you think my works are easy to visualise!  And of course bby, you definitely can. Hope you like it! I’m sorry if this one is a bit angsty tho; I’ve been so tired as of late that I can’t muster up any fluffy content. :(

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Iguro Obanai x F!Reader: Proposal (NSFW Scenario)

“If you’re going to stay, you may as well make yourself useful,” Iguro snapped irately as his heterochromatic eyes flitted over his lounging lover. She had barged into his home as if she owned it, and he could blame no one but himself for his current predicament.

It was all because of his stupid mouth that she had started treating his home as hers; and was also the reason why she kept urging him to pop the certain question that she’d long been waiting for.

Of course, she kept pushing him in not so many words; which grated on his nerves even more.

But kicking her out was beneath him. He might have been a bastard, but he wasn’t that much of a bastard.

From her place on Iguro’s futon, (Y/n) popped another slice of pear into her mouth, before quirking an eyebrow at her lover. “I’m already being useful, Obanai. I’m warming the futon for you.”

The Snake Hashira rolled his eyes so hard at that, that he thought his irises would never return to their proper places. Her response was so straightforward and so uniquely (Y/n); it made him wonder why he had even fallen for a woman such as her?

She was easy on the eyes, yes, but her attitude left a lot to desire. She was stubborn and childish without even trying, and she was also hotheaded like him. So he wondered once more: why in the world was he with her?

And, as if she knew where his thoughts had gone, (Y/n) sat upright and sent him a beaming smile; one so warm and genuine that he swore that he could feel the sun shining down on him.

Right. He initially fell for her because of that smile.

And the rest… well, he also came to love those little quirks of hers.

He just didn’t appreciate it when she turned her mouth against him. Yes, he loved it when she sucked on his cock, but having her spout such nonsense from those same sinful lips was something he considered a double-edged sword.

He couldn’t have one without the other.

“No, you wench-“ Iguro couldn’t even finish his sentence, because (Y/n) immediately cut him off.

“Watch your mouth, Obanai. Unless you want to be celibate for the rest of your life.”

Not one to be outdone, Iguro quirked his own eyebrows at (Y/n), then spouted the most ill-thought comeback his brain had ever formulated, “How can we have children if I’m going to be celibate?”

At that, (Y/n)’s thunderous expression instantly morphed into excitement. She even sat upright — which caused her to knock her plate of pears onto the tatami floor. “Children?! Are you implying what I think you’re implying?”

Wide-eyed and confused, the Snake Hashira nervously gulped, before averting his gaze from his ecstatic lover.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to marry her; his reluctance was all because he still hadn’t asked her mother for her blessing on his intended proposal.

Case in point: he may have been a bastard, but he still had respect for traditions.

“W- What the hell are you saying?” Iguro stammered, all while trying to wrack his brain for possible outs for the shit he had just started.

“Children? MARRIAGE? The thing couples do after being together for a long time? The ceremony that gives me the right to half of your property, and vice versa?” Even to her own ears, (Y/n) sounded incredulous and mildly miffed.

“I wasn’t implying anything, (Y/n).” As soon as the words left Iguro’s mouth, he instantly regretted them. Hell, he wanted to be mute so badly at that moment.

(Y/n)’s eyes widened in a mix of shock and anger, as her eyebrows furrowed together. All the while, her mouth set itself into a deep scowl that Iguro was sure would frighten even Kibutsuji himself. She looked so thunderous that it didn’t take him long to know, that he had to tread carefully if he still wanted to live.

Or if he still wanted to have (Y/n) as his lover.

“So you don’t intend on marrying me? Not at all, Obanai?”

The raven-haired man didn’t move a muscle. And that was the worst decision he had ever made, because (Y/n)’s crestfallen expression was enough to make his chest tighten with guilt.

“Get out,” The young woman whispered softly.

“But this is my-”

“I SAID GET OUT!”

“Why are you even so mad?”

Silence answered Iguro’s question, which made his guilt fester even more at his chest. And when he saw the first glimmer of a tear on (Y/n)’s cheek, he knew he’d fucked up.

It was either he ruined the surprise and told her everything, or he ruined their relationship and singlehandedly pushed six years down the drain.

Of course, he chose the lesser of two evils; not compliantly, of course.

“You idiot. I wanted to ask you after I talked to your mother.” Heterochromatic irises flitted skittishly to and from (Y/n), as she tried to wipe her tears with the backs of her hands.

Sure enough, that got her attention.

So, Iguro continued, “I didn’t want to ask you without her blessing-“

Abruptly, before he could even brace himself for the impact, (Y/n) threw her arms around him and practically tackled him to the floor. He landed on his ass in a somewhat upright position, only to get pinned down by his lover.

(Y/n)’s dainty hands were pressed roughly against his shoulders, before she lifted the left one and pulled down the bandages around his mouth.

“You’re the idiot.” Her words made no sense, but Iguro couldn’t refute them, as she leaned down and claimed his lips in a harsh kiss. She even went as far as to bite down on his bottom lip, which effectively fried a couple more of her lover’s brain cells.

Abruptly, (Y/n) made quick work of his clothes; insistently grabbing at the cloth and hastily unbuttoning the garment from his body.

Normally, she wasn’t that… eager, but Iguro could feel her happiness, and the faint traces of her anger in her movements, so he let her have her way with him.

“You’re a gods-damned idiot!” (Y/n) slurred at him, and he was about to hurl a sarcastic remark back at her, when he finally realized that she still had tears streaming down her face.

And instantly, all the fight left him at that sight.

He’d knowingly hurt her without thinking what the full extent of his words could do to her; and, dare he admit it, he felt like the lowest form of scum.

“I… (Y/n)…” Iguro whispered quietly. He couldn’t even muster up the tone to speak properly, because his guilt weighed on him that heavily. Hell, he couldn’t even get himself to apologize properly.

So, he did the next best thing…

He lifted his hands up and cupped her wet cheeks, then proceeded to wipe her tears away with the pads of his thumbs. And, in a move so tenderly affectionate, he pulled her down to his face and gently pressed his lips to hers.

(Y/n), despite the heaviness in her chest, succumbed to him entirely. She pliantly opened her mouth to his imploring tongue, and when the first real taste of him hit her, she practically melted against him.

Both of them were so enamored in each other that they didn’t notice that Kaburamaru had slithered away to give them privacy.

And before both of them knew it, they were rid of their clothes, with (Y/n) still straddling Iguro’s hips.

And with her hands anchored firmly to her lover’s chest, she slid down a few inches and rubbed the Snake Hashira’s erect cock between her wet folds.

A groan ripped free from Obanai’s lips, as his eyes screwed themselves shut in bliss. She already felt so amazing against him; he couldn’t wait to feel her tight walls clenching around him.

The pair was silent as they moved against each other’s bodies; insistent hands wandering every so often to tease and caress. Iguro, in particular, let his hands linger on (Y/n)’s breasts— pinching her nipples between his fingers, and playing with them to elicit quiet moans from her.

While (Y/n) dug her nails into her lover’s skin, to leave red crescent-shaped marks along the pale canvas. Every time she left her marks on him, he would let out pleasured sounds that were a cross between a hiss and a moan; which didn’t fail to make the short woman smug.

And with a testy smile on her face, (Y/n) lifted her hips up and slipped Iguro’s erection inside her waiting cunt. He filled her so nicely that she had to stop to keep herself from already cumming.

When the imminence of her orgasm subsided, the (h/c) haired woman began to move once more; working her lover’s cock so pleasurably that he had no choice but to close his eyes and grip her hips tightly.

They stayed like that for a while; with (Y/n) getting particularly rough when she felt herself on the precipice of her orgasm.

She angled her hips differently so she could hit that one spot inside her.

And after that, it didn’t take long for her cunt to tighten around Obanai’s cock. Her walls pulsed around him, which added to his pleasure.

He could taste the first vestiges of his release coming, but when he felt (Y/n) slide off of him, his eyes snapped open in a mix of disbelief and mild irritation.

“What the fuck?”

“You don’t get to cum, Obanai. You made me cry.”

“I said I was going to marry you, wasn’t I?” The Snake Hashira protested.

(Y/n), with a playful smile playing at her lips, answered, “Really? You never said those words.”

That was it for Iguro. He just wanted to cum, damn it, so he swallowed his pride and popped the damned question— as if it was the magic words she had been waiting for, “Will you marry me? That’s a yes, right? Now make me fucking cum.”

A laugh escaped the young woman’s lips at that, and she shook her head as she got down on all fours to take her lover’s cock in her mouth.

She then made him cum… all night long.

NOTE: Hello, everyone! I am so sorry for just getting to your requests now. I still have four pending in my ask, and still have Chapter 2 of “Love Her” to finish today, but I’m just so tired from my “son”’s birthday party. So I think I’ll just post it tomorrow. And when I say “son”, I mean my 1 year-old French Bulldog. Thank you for being very patient with me!

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Hello! I really enjoyed "Boating" (Harry x Moana's daughter) so much that I'd like to request another story featuring the two of them, if that is ok. I was wondering if you could write one where Harry proposes to Moana's daughter, with a bit of encouragement from Uma (who happens to like Moana's daughter and is a very good friend) and Gil (who likes her too). Huge pirate/ Polynesian wedding if you know what I mean! Thank you

The PirateAnd The Polynesian Princess

Writer - @harry-hook-me (myself)

Request - @demigodgirl91

Disclaimer - I do not own any of the Descendants charactersor scenes from the movies, all credits goes to the creators and producers ofDisneys descendants.

Summary – Follow up to Boating; Harry and the daughter of Moana’swedding

Warnings – none… I don’t think.

Word count - 1630

Five years have passed since Harry helped me get over myfear of sailing, since then we both graduated from Auradon Prep and planned tosail the world together. He had always promised me he would take me toNeverland one day. What else happened? Oh yeah, we got engaged.

Flash back – Harry’sPOV

“Come on Harry, since when were you ever scared. Your Harrybloody Hook for Christ sake. Man up.” Uma nagged, I was planning on asking Y/nto marry me but I’m scared out of my mind, what if she says no? “Uma this is abig deal, you would be scare if you were in my position.” I fired back. “Sheloves you Harry, She’s so completely in love with you, and so are you to her,you both deserve to be happy, and together I know you will be. You love herdon’t you” Uma added “of course, more than anything” I replied, “so go for it,follow your heart” she encouraged.

Y/n’s POV

Uma had told me Harry wanted to see me down on the beach, asI walked down I thought about what my life is going to turn out to be like,will I be like my mother? Will Harry and I stay together? As I got closer tothe beach I saw hundreds of little candles all lit up in a row leading to theold shed with all the boats in, the place where Harry had encouraged me to gosailing with him. As I walked round the corner of the shed I saw Harry stoodleant against the wall of the shed, his signature red coat placed on the sand,with is hat and hook on top. “Harry?” I said softly, he turned and smiled hisbeautiful smile at me, coming closer and kissing me gently. “hey” Harry saidback after pulling away from the kiss. “What’s all this?” I asked referring toall the candles and rose petals scattered around the small blue wooden shed.“It’s for you” he grinned, looking down at the hard work he clearly had put in“do you like it?” he asked looking back up at me, locking eye contact “I loveit” I giggled in response. “So, Y/n, there’s uh- something I want to ask you��Harry said, I nodded gesturing him to go on. “I- I’ve loved you since I firstever saw you on my first day, I know that’s sounds all cliché and love at firstsight doesn’t really exist, but for us, well I guess it does. The first momentI laid eyes on you, something changed in side of me, I think it was my heartfeeling this strange feeling for the first ever time, that feeling is calledtrue love. I could not ask for a better best friend and girlfriend, I don’tthink I could last a day without you, you truly mean the world to me so…” Harrygot on one knee and pulled out a little box from his pocket. I coveted my mouthin shock, was this really happening. “Y/f/n will you marry me?” he asked. Everypositive emotion known to man hit me like a ton of bricks, Love, Happiness,joy. Tears began pricking at my eyes from sheer happiness. “Of course I willmarry you” I answered, Harry’s smile bigger than I ever imagined. He placed thering on my finger, it fit perfectly. He then stood up and we shared a long andloving kiss and a warm embrace.

End of flashback –Y/n’s POV

Today was finally the day I was marring my true love.Everything was perfect, beautifully organised with the help of Uma. We had persuadedfairy godmother to help us get the pirate ship sailed over to Auradon for thewedding, it was decorated with candles, flowers and very Pirate and Polynesian themedto represent both and Harry and I. The bides maids and grooms men were dressedin pirate type clothing, but a bit more formal thanks to Evie’s help. They alsohad red orange lays on. Evie had made my dress and it was stunning, I beautifulcream coloured dress with a muted orange sash round the waist. My long (Y/h/c)was loosely curled and flowing down my back, my makeup rather natural just theway I usually did it. As something borrowed, something blue and something old,my mother had given me the necklace she wore to return the heart of Te Fiti. Somethingnew, was a ring that everyone on Uma’s crew had, “you’re a part of Harry now,so you’re a part of the crew. Welcome to the family” Uma smile after placingthe ring on my right middle finger then hugging me.

Mals, came into the room me and my brides maids were gettingready in. “wow Y/n, you look amazing” she exclaimed before hugging me, shepulled away. “It’s time” she said with excitement evident in her voice.

Standing at one end of the else, I looked down to see Harry,in his typical pirate get-up, but a little more formal, and his trademark redleather jacket, and the red and orange lay round his neck. His smile biggerthan I have ever seen it before. God he’s beautiful.

A soft piano melody begun playing, my grandfather, ChiefTui, was giving me away. I linked arms with him and slowly began walking downthe else which was covered in orange rose petals and palm leaves. As I reachedthe end, my grandfather kissed my cheek and I went to stand with Harry. Once withhim I held his hands I mine and smiled followed by a tiny giggle. I can’tbelieve this is actually happening. His eye a little teary and his cheeks asoft shade of red, he looked so happy, which makes me happier.

Skip to vows

“My dearest Y/n.” he begun in his think Scottish accent thatI’ve grown to absolutely adore. “I don’t think I could have got any luckier,when I was first told I was coming over to Auradon, I didn’t really want to.Thank god I did. Because if I hadn’t come here, then I would still be stuck andcompletely lost over there. You found me Y/n, you found the true me. My goodside, the person I truly want to be. I saw you and instantly I was struck. Everythingchanged. Like lightning. You are everything I ever wanted and ever needed. You completeme. And I know that while I’m with you, and while you’re safe and well, nothingcan be wrong… because to lose you would break me, in a way I don’t even want toimagine. I promise to forever protect and care for you. As long as I have you,there will never be a day where you won’t feel loved, or appreciated, or beautiful,or cherished. Be my love, you are so beautiful, so appreciated, so cherished,and most of all, so incredibly loved. I will truly and forever love you with everythingI have. Y/f/n, I love you” Harrys words flowing so smoothly, I believed everyline, he would never hurt me and wound never hesitate to protect me. I’m somadly in love with him. My turn.

“Harry Hook, where so I start. From the moment you steppedout of the Limo on your fist day here, you took my breath away, and you never failedto continue doing that up to this very day. I could have never asked for abetter person to fall completely and madly head over heels in love with. I wantto run away, just you and me, take me to Neverland. I’ll take you to Montunui,we can explore the world together, that all I want to do because as long as wehave each other, I know nothing can stand in our way. You have made me thehappiest girl in the world, I know that sound totally clichébut it’s true. Your one of a kind and the only person I need in my life. If youhadn’t come onto my life I probably would still be terrified of sailing, letalone know everything there is to know about it. You guided me into my passion,well my two passions. One; sailing, and two, the most important one; lovingyou. Let’s spend the rest of our lives together, sailing the world together, discoveringnew things together. Doing whatever. Together. I love you more than you willever know, and I can’t wait for our happy ever after to begin.

After the ‘I do’s were said and the party had come to itsend, it was tie for Harry and I to set off and sail the world together. Ourdream was finally coming true, and we had each other making it even better. Forbetter or for worse, I will always love him, “hey” Harry came up behind me,wrapping his strong arms around my waist and nuzzling his head into my neck. I smile,continuing to look up at the stars. I placed one hand on his that was restedround my waist and the other hand ran gently through is dark brown hair. “Youalright Mrs Hook” my smile became wider at his comment, I felt his chuckle onmy neck, I turned around in his arms, they still were wrapped protectively and lovinglyaround my waist. I wrapped my arms round his neck, he bent down a little to myheight and passionately kissed my lips, I pulled away and smiled at him, “I’m perfectlyand completely alright Mr Hook” I giggled at him, his cheeky grin plastered onhis face. “So where to first m-lady” he asked. “first stop, Neverland”