#into a bar fight and shouting ‘WHAT IN THE NAME OF JANGO FETT IS GOING ON?!’

[voidartisan]

personally i think it would be funny if the clones cursed with jango's name the same way that thor does with odin in the avengers cartoons ("odin's beard!" etc.)

there's an informal competition to see who can come up with the best/most ridiculous one. bly is currently winning with "by jango's beskar boots!" which made aayla double over laughing in the middle of a council briefing

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

Must be this tall to Hunt| Boba Fett (tcw age so like 13/14)

Couldnt find a good teen boba gif, so heres bosk instead

Warnings: fake blame,

Reader: female

"You are expelled from the order-"

"What!?" Y/n shouted looking up at the council, "I did nothing! Master Plo! Reason with them!"

"I am sorry little one, I-"

Y/n was heart broken, looking up at the surrounding Jedi, this couldn't be true.

"Master Obi-Wan!" Y/n pleaded.

"Your attachments grow," Windu spoke, "and with them your anger."

"My anger?! My anger?!" Y/n shouted at him.

"Little one please." Plo pleaded, "I have brought a witness."

"You!?" Y/n argued, "Master I demand an answer! Why! Why would you- You out of all People!-"

She watched Anakin walk in guilt ridden on his face, "You!? Anakin! You!?"

He kept quiet as Fives walked in, her world stopping.

"Y-Your lieing!" She shouted, "Fives?! Not you! I trust you and you do this!?"

"Arc Trooper Fives." Windu spoke, " what have you seen Padawan Y/n do?"

Fives looked at her, "I. Saw Genral Y/n with a clone trooper,"

"Im with troopers everyday!" Y/n defended.

"What was Padawan Y/n doing with this clone trooper."

"...intercourse sir." Fives responded.

"Thats Obsurded Fives! And you know it!" Y/n argued, "You're my brothers- Why in gods name would I fuck any of you!"

"Y/n! That is enough!" Plo argued.

"You believe this crap!? You're suppose to have MY back!" Y/n demanded, "I'd have your back no matter what! And you turn on me!"

"Are there any other witnesses?" Fisto spoke.

"Yes." Windu spoke, "bring them in."

Y/n watched, her brothers, the wolf pack, Commandos and even some from the Corosaunt Gaurd walk in, and they strung there string of lies and they strung them high and low, entagled the lies beyond untanglement.

"Padawan L/n is to be expelled from the Order and that is our final verdict."

The platform she was on went downward, the clone troopers who had made there testimonies were gathered at the bottom, a path for her to go through.

"Y/n-" Wolfee spoke reaching out a hand.

"Don't you dare touch me!" She shouted in anger pushing past the clones.

"It had to be done." Commander Thron spoke quietly.

The others nodded.

"Damn it!" Fives shouted running out the room and rushing down the halls, after the light echoing of Y/n's angered footsteps.

She pushed the doors open and just walking out them she stopped, hearing Five's steps behind her.

"General. It had to be done-"

"What!? The lies! The string of lies you built! Why!? Why would you do this to me?!" Y/n argued looking back at the clone.

"We wanted to protect you-"

"Bullshit Fives! Bullshit! I love all of you! All of you!" Y/n shouted, screaming so loud it was sure to be heard all the way down to the lower level.

"Y/n listen!-' he grabbed her shoulders trying to plead with her but she pushed him away ingiting one side of her double sided saber as Fives quickly backed up.

"Touch me again and I'll kill you." She spoke.

"I don't even deserve death. I know- I-" Fives tried to explained, "We wanted to protect you-"

"Then you should of had my back!"

The bright blade turned off and she turned around leaving without a second thought.

"Hey! Wake up!" Boba argued.

Y/n turned her self around as she opened her eyes, "what do you want Fett."

"Rations idiot." He spoke as Y/n sat up, the girl only a year older than Bobba.

She was thrown a rations bar by the boy as they were in a hotel room, she had been sleeping on the couch.

"How much longer we waitin?" She asked taking a crunch out of the bar.

"An hour, I told you that the how much longer last time you woke up." He argued looking through the window.

Y/n kept quiet as she ate her food, it bland and bleak in both tast and color.

Bobba took an arm chair by the window as he ate his own rations. It was silent for a long mintue.

"Did. You have that nightmare again?" He asked.

Y/n looked over at him, "when do I not?"

Boba ate a peice of his own ration bar, he never knew what the nightmare was about, but knew it was the same one, on repeat.

He had the same.

"You, uh. Wanna talk about it?"

She looked his way, then looked away quickly, only able to see the faces of her brothers.

"No." She replied coldy tossing the barely eaten ration bar on the table, her appetite gone, "I'm gonna go scope the roof, don't wait up for me."

She walked towards the door, grabbing the sniper on the way out.

"I'll come with you. Incase someone tries to get you from behind."

"I don't need someone to have my back." Y/n argued.

"Well then Im coming because I want to!"

He pushed past Y/n as she scoffed, following him close behind as they walked towards the steps, somewhere along the way Y/n hacked into a vending Machine, Boba going up the stairs himself, stealing whatever she pleased putting it in her sling bag, enough for her only.

"Sharing is what?" Y/n questioned Woflee

"An opportunity for someoen to get there arm chopped off, it's my food." Wolfee told her.

Y/n sighed, how she hated her own little life lessons to her brothers, and stole more food, enough for both Boba and her, and a little extra.

Walking up the rest of the steps she made it to the door she kicked open with the bottom of her foot.

"Could you try and be quiet?" He seethed.

"I mean. I could. But no." Y/n responded walking towards the edge where Boba sat on a near by utiliy unit.

She sat down setting her back infront of her as she laid herself on her side her back to Boba the lights of the bright city below barely reaching the top of the tall hotel they sat on.

"You want one?"

Boba looked over seeing Y/n holding up a soda.

"Where did you get that?"

"Stole it."

Rolling his eyes he walked over to her snatching the bottle and sitting himself by her head.

"Hey hey. Fives calm your tits." Y/n laughed.

Boba stayed silent as he looked at her, she too busy looking out and onward, but feeling the stare she looked besides her.

"Oh." Y/n realized, "My bad Fett."

Boba stayed silent, as Y/n took a drink of her own soda, he had realized she had become more sympathetic with her apology.

"You wanna talk about it now?" Boba questioned.

Y/n sighed, answering in silence for a mintue, "My only family betrayed me. Strung a String of lies to supposedly keep me safe. I think about it all the time. We use to find these abaonded places and sit up on the roofs like this, we'd sing, start a bonfire, get drunk."

"Your as old as me." Fett argued.

Y/n shrugged, "war does that, you only live once Fett."

"Then why are you still worrying about it?" Boba defended.

"Why do you still worry about the things you worry about?" Y/n questioned, "but I was kicked out of my group, my name stripped of me, and instead of having my back, they had me cast out. Happy Now?"

It was silent again, the hearing of honking and swearving down below could be heard.

"I lost my dad to the Jedi."

Y/n stopped mid way lifting her drink to her lips but then contuined to drink then pull away.

"They tend to do that..." Y/n responded, "they expect you to follow every rule every word, there no better than the sith."

"You know alot of jedi and sith."

Y/n looked at him once, "It was when you father died did I stop really believing in the Jedi-"

"You knew my father?! You're a jedi-"

"Shut your trap and listen before you get rowdy you damn idiot!' Y/n argued Boba gritting his teeth, "I met Jango Fett when I went on a small assignment, my first one, with Master Shakk Ti- it was basically playing paper boy. I remember delivering work to your father...alot of people were mean to me, he. He never was, always said thank you, always asked me if I had eaten. He even watched me leave on the ship back to Master Plo Koon. So when I went througy reports and found him dead I was in shock, later to find out a Jedi did it. I started to loose faith. Why kill a man lookin out for him and his child, sure capture him- but taking family...I know how that feels and no one should go through it."

Y/n took a drink finishing her bottle and tossing it over edge, "so. I fought. And I fought and I fought. If i couldnt save Jango, I'd save what was left of him- the clones- my brothers. They share the same face but are diffrent than any could imagine. I spoke, I wrote, I pleaded, I trainned. It never was enough, and it was my 'emotion' that got the better of me. Pssh. Yeah right the Jedi can piss off because if they want to see emotion? I'll give it to them."

Boba listened, he had nevee seen Y/n before hand, maybe he had and just didnt remember, he never knew someone could share his pain. Neverless with the same person.

"Windu will pay." Boba seethed, "and your a jedi! You can help me."

"I will go head to head to him, I don't plant bombs." Y/n defended.

"We can take him! Two on one!" Boba tried to persuade, "you know his fighting style! I know guns! You know sabers! We take his head and anyone else that stands in our way!"

Y/n looked at him dully.

"Come on! How many bounty hunters have you single handedly taken on! And killed! How many sith have you injured! Jedi that chase after us! Without your laser swords! We can kill him! Together!" Boba explained standing up, Y/n move to sit up, "We're the left behind! We are the strongest! Because we were left behind! We round up a few others! Bane! Sing! Bosk! And there's always someone paying for a Jedi's head!"

Y/n stood up grabbing hee sniper rifle as she did and looked at her watch.

"It can be a sniper shot! A saber battle! Whatever you want! As long as he die and Im involed I don't care how!" Bobba argued.

Y/n looked down below aiming her sniper adjusting the scope.

"My father would do the same for you-"

He was cut off by a bullet shot and soon the sounds of crying folks who see a man just drop dead on the street, the target they had been waiting for dead. She pulled away from her weapon slowly, turning her head towards him.

"I'll do it.-" Y/n agreed

"No." Boba spoke, "We'll do it. Together. For everything the jedi took from us!"

Y/n looked at the outreached hand as she took it.

"Together."

"As One Unit."

"As One Unit." Y/n responded, "well one and a half"

"Im not that short." Boba argued.

"Shorter than me." Y/n chuckled.

[clonemando]

100 Things to do When Bored: Clone Edition (1-25)

Walk up to another vod and use them as a mirror. As you walk away say “This mirror must be broken, I was a lot more handsome this morning.” Run.

Walk up to a cadet, and tell them that you are them from the future.

Leave dog treats in Commander Wolffe’s office

Whenever Commander Fox tries to take something yell “SWIPER NO SWIPING!” and take it first.

Always get the senators names wrong. When they complain tell them they all look the same and you just can’t tell them apart. 

Go to a library and ask for a book on how to read.

Come late to a briefing and when your commander/general asks why, say your pet rock had a seizure.

Go jump on a nat-born’s back and yell “THE SKY IS FALLING RUN MAN RUN!” and see what happens.

Put up lost trooper posters with a generic shiny on the front asking “HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN” and asking for them to call a number at the bottom. Make that number the Chancellor’s number.

Start a Force jar and add a slip of paper every time your Jedi blames something on the force. When the jar is filled demand they take you out for ice cream. 

Every time you see a new commander you haven’t seen in a while immediately call out “Prime?” and ask them how they survived Geonosis. 

Go to a pet store and buy bird seed. Then ask your Jedi how long it will take the birds to grow.

Whenever someone says your name point to another trooper and say. “No that’s (Y/N) I’m ___” and see how long it takes for them to figure out your real name. 

Shout “For the Republic!” every time you enter a new room and charge in trampling everything in your path.

Tell a bunch of nat-borns that you’re a famous clone commander but you’re on a secret mission for the Chancellor so you’re pretending to be a shiny. 

Start calling random items made up names and get mad when your Jedi doesn’t call them the same thing and tell them they’re disrespecting your culture by not using clone language. 

Try to convince your Jedi that you have force powers by telling them you can predict what they’re going to say then say “That’s not what I was going to say.” Watch them struggle. 

Join the Adopt-A-Clone program and get cute care packages from ade all over the galaxy. 

Challenge another unit to a rap battle

Claim to be Jango Fett reincarnated and demand access to all the funds he was paid for the Clone Army.

Write the Chancellor’s com number in the bathrooms of as many bars as you can. 

Try to talk like Yoda for a full day. 

Answer all requests with “Roger Roger”

Insist all Clones are cyborgs because our mothers were all growth tanks and that makes us half machine. Refuse to fight the droids because they’re your half brothers. 

Throw a temper tantrum and demand your Jedi give you candy for all your hard work. When they ask “What are you? A child?” Scream yes and start crying for your buir.

[unstoppableforcce]

trivia night

pairing: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x reader

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a/n: oh so very smutty so [18+] y’all. thank you to everyone who inspired and encouraged me to enter the triple frontier fic world, if y’all like this one be sure to let me know so I can keep more coming !! ( and a special thank you to @mandoplease for publishing such incredible work that I had to join the Santi fic world !! )

“No, Jango Fett is from the prequels--”

“Boba Fett is also in the prequels--”

“And the originals--”

The whisper fight was not unusual for a Thursday night trivia night with the boys around the table at the brewery but it was unusual for Frankie, Benny, and Will to get away with the discussion for so long. 

Santi was almost always the first to jump in and set the record straight, no matter the topic of the question asked by the bald and Irish host up by the bar, but not this Thursday. His stare passed over the few tables packed with housewives eying up Benny and ignoring their husbands, and over the twenty-somethings with purple and pink hair holding similar arguments. It was directed straight to the bar across the concrete floor and no where else. 

Because it wasn’t tall and lanky Bram the bartender behind the counter like it had been every Thursday night for the past six months since Frankie moved two blocks away from the brewery. It was you. 

And he couldn’t pull his attention from you, not even to correct the absurd whisper fight happening at the table around him that had spiraled into an even stupider battle between the brothers for the pen to scribble down the answer. 

You were too distracting.

“Pope— Pope— give me the goddamn pen, Benny— Pope, come on is it Boba or Jango?” Will fought, nudging him enough to snap him from his thoughts but also nudging him just enough to send the beer in his hand clattering to the side, spilling out all over the table. 

Frankie and Will were quick to grab their phones off the table, Benny scrambling exclusively for the tiny slips of paper for the trivia game, but Santi had no choice but to slide his chair back to try and avoid making a mess of his pants. Except it made a screaming noise that echoed around the large brewery warehouse, the metal chair against the concrete making people throw their hands to their ears and groan instead of focusing on the question at hand. 

“Dammit,” he cursed out, reaching for a handful of napkins as his jeans got wet but as he began dabbing, he glanced around and realized the whole brewery shifted their attention to their table, “sorry, we’re all good.”

“Convincing,” Frankie chided and Santi quickly hit his hat off his head, earning a chorus of laughter from the table, but doing little to hide the blush on either of their faces.

“It had to be my beer?” Santi scoffed, grabbing another handful of napkins to begin wiping at his chair and the table. 

“You weren’t helping with the question—”

“You two would have figured it out—“

“I told you it was Boba—”

“Turn in your answers to the front so we can move on to the next question!” The host called from the bar and Benny quickly stood with his answer on the slip of paper, taking it up to the front as everyone’s tables did the same. 

But as Pope tried to keep cleaning with his futile napkin pile, a dry towel appeared on the table next to him, between him and Frankie. 

“Here, let me...” 

It was you, not Bram the bartender, pushing the dry towel into the spilled beer on the table, and he froze. 

If he thought you were distracting from afar, it was worse up close.

Frankie didn’t freeze though, he quickly scooted out of the way, careful to lift his chair so it wouldn’t screech the way Pope’s did, but Pope still stood just a foot behind you, frozen in place. 

The hustle and bustle of the trivia night continued on around them and you worked quickly, drying off the table and wiping down the floor where most of it ended up, but he didn’t snap out of it until you bent down in front of him and he realized he was just staring. 

“Sorry, it was an accident...” He sighed, trying to get back to himself by bending down next to you, trying to help with his sloppy pile of napkins even as you waved him off. 

“It’s okay, trivia can get pretty intense.” You chuckled, using your towel to collect the mess of napkins he had in his hands. “I’ll take that.”

“Oh um, thank you.”

“No problem--”

“I don’t know any of the Spice Girls!” Benny whisper shouted from across the table, interrupting the two of you as both of you slowly stood back up. 

Santi took a glance around, realizing the trivia night had continued on around the two of you and that was what Benny was talking about, not any other random reason. 

But he could still care less, focused more on you as he dragged his seat back to the table. Except you didn’t flee the table immediately and retreat back to the bar like he expected, you hung around, leaning into the table.

“What’s the question?” You hummed, quickly earning all of the attention of boys around the table. 

“Umm who was the only Spice Girl not to sing a line during Wannabe...?” Frankie meekly offered from beside you.

“Posh.” You whispered before pulling back, flashing Santi a smirk and finally retreating to the bar while Benny scribbled the answer down quickly. 

“Thanks—” “Thank you—” they all cheered behind you and you offered the same smirk you gave to Santi to the rest of them. 

“That’s not Bram...” Will laughed out, sipping at his beer. 

“No, definitely not.” Frankie continued to muse, nudging Pope again and almost making him drop the pitcher in hand as he moved to pour himself a new drink. “Was that what was distracting you--”

With his glass only halfway filled, he brought it to his lips to give himself an escape while the boys began to laugh around him. 

“Yeah, definitely not Bram...” He joined them with a laugh but the next question came on quickly and they all moved on. 

Except for Santi. He didn’t. He couldn’t, not that quickly. 

He glanced back to the bar, looking past the bald man leading the questions to you at the bar. Though the second you felt his stare, you looked up from the counter and briefly caught it. But he only sent it back to the guys around him, missing the smirk that stayed on your lips as you stared. 

As halftime from the trivia game sounded off, most of the crowd escaped out to the food truck in the back alley, including Will who refused to take orders for the others. 

“If you want a taco, go out and get your own taco.” Will scoffed out, earning a round of groans in response. 

But as Benny got up with his glass of beer to intercept the stares he had been getting from the table on the other side of him and Frankie excused himself for the bathroom, Santi really had no choice but to get up himself. And if he was getting up, he was going to talk to you. 

At least, that was if he could catch your attention out of the crowd of men waiting for refills. 

Nabbing a small section of counter top next to Bill, the older office worker who came to play alone nearly every week and oggle the owner, Santi patiently waited as you passed pitchers and glasses across the counter to the hoard of waiting men. He contemplated heading back to the table, not wanting to make things more difficult for you, but as he caught your stare again while you worked, he figured you might prefer for him to tough it out. 

So he waited, and waited, past the ten minute warning from the bald host, then past the five minute warning, but eventually you cleared out the crowd and made your way over to him.

“Pitcher of the Amber or...?” You prompted, wiping some of the spillage from the last pitcher you past over the counter away as you maneuvered yourself across the counter from him. 

“Yeah, please...” he sighed out, clenching his eyes shut as you turned your back to him. 

No. No, was what he should have said, they still had almost half a pitcher left on the table but It came out before he could help himself. 

What was wrong with him? He never had any problem asking for a name, or a date, or a phone number, especially when you set him up so well. 

Hopefully the tacos made the boys thirsty because you quickly turned around with a full pitcher and he had to fish his wallet from his pocket, tossing a few bills out between the two of you. Enough to cover the pitcher and a healthy tip. 

But nothing to wow you. He had no charm, no confidence. What was wrong with him—

“Need me to carry it back to your table or you think you can handle it without spilling?” You mocked easily, the smirk building on your lips again and practically drawing him further into the counter.

You had your own gravity to you, it was simple, effortless, unlike anything he had felt in a while. He leaned his elbows forward onto the counter next to the pitcher and you leaned closer just the same almost on instinct. 

“I think I can manage that myself... thank you though...” 

That wasn’t smooth, that could’ve been so much smoother, what the hell was wrong with him—

“Need anything else?”

“Your name?” There was his recovery, better late than never. He quirked his head and slyly dropped his stare to the counter with a chuckle before dragging it slowly back up to your eyes. “Maybe a phone number?”

The smirk didn’t even drop when you laughed at him, amused by the display. 

“I don’t even have your name,” you mused, letting out a wistful sigh, reaching for your towel to wipe at the counter again. 

“Santiago.” He extended his hand over the counter and you took it easily, offering your name back as you did. 

“Maybe if y’all win trivia I can see myself offering up a phone number.” You shrugged, pursing your lips out slightly. 

He didn’t let any blush rise to his face, just a hum of his own amusement. The blush for the whole room was worn by Bill just one seat over, trying desperately to look like he wasn’t eavesdropping though both of you could clearly tell he was. 

“Maybe?”

You shook your head but the smirk on his lips only grew on his face, “Maybe,” you repeated. 

“I think I can work with maybe.” He liked this banter, and he more than liked the smile you sent it his way with. 

“Yeah? Then you better up your Spice Girl’s knowledge.”

“I know my Spice Girls—”

“Good for you man.” Frankie joked, having overheard just his line as he approached the counter behind Santi. “I thought I had the next round?”

Santi stuttered a bit at that, back off his game, searching for the words he needed but you had already chuckled out and shifted your attention away, grabbing the money and turning to the next customer. 

“Oh, did I interrupt—”

“No, why would you think that?” Santi kept his voice down but let the sarcasm flow freely, throwing his hands up in some minor annoyance and Frankie hid his laughter and the heat of his cheeks behind the brim of his hat. “Just take the pitcher, will you—”

He looked back to the counter to push the pitcher his way and you were back, holding a handful of napkins out to him, “just in case.”

“Thank you.” He said again, taking them from your hand as you just shook, turning your back to him as he walked away with Frankie, the host calling for the start of the final few rounds. 

He was no longer useless to the team. He magically shifted into the leader he normally was when they came out for Trivia night, answering questions before some of the guys could even process them, scribbling out faster than even Benny could manage. But in the end, it wasn’t enough. 

Team ‘the boys’ worked their way into second place just behind the two assholes at the bar, clearly having just gotten off work with their loosened ties and rolled up sleeves. Team ‘rich and delicious’. That meant they got the applause and they got the free beer growlers. 

It also meant Santi got nothing. 

Or at least, he assumed that was the case, letting his stare fall to the guys around him as they cheered for their first second place victory since they started coming. 

“Nice work man,” Frankie touted, patting him on the back as Will freshened up each of their glasses with more beer. 

It was a fun night and it felt good to do better than ever before, but he was competitive to say the least. He wanted to win. Not just for the principle of winning, though it would have certainly been reward enough to beat the two dicks at the bar. But more so for you. 

Though as he caught your stare across the brewery again, your smirk told him it wasn’t over yet. 

After about another hour of drinking, you shouted out “last call,” and by then, most of the brewery had began to pack up and head home anyways. 

Will had planned to drive Benny home, Frankie had planned to walk from the beginning but Pope steadfastly remained confident in his sobriety. Dolling out a few hugs or handshakes to say goodbye, he excused himself to the restroom and when he came out, his team was gone. 

Making his way to the bar, now one of the few remaining patrons, he caught your stare and attention much quicker than he had before. 

“No win for you tonight...” you joked and he rolled his eyes, taking claim of the seat across from you. 

“Second is better than we’ve ever done so I still have that to be proud of.” He fought back, watching you wave to the last group of people as they left, kind enough to bring their glasses back up to the counter for you. 

“Really?” You quirked your head over your shoulder as you continued to clean. 

He quirked his head right back, amused to say the least, “Yeah, we aren’t the smartest band of guys—”

“No, I mean, you’re proud of second?”

He laughed out at that, meeting laughter from you as well and smiling, “is second not something you reward? First only?”

“I may have a prize for second...” You laughed, “but you don’t really strike me as a guy satisfied with second.”

“Satisfied?”

“Satiated, content, accepting of—”

He shook his head, another spell of laughter falling from his lips, “No, you’re right, I’m a competitive guy.”

Grabbing a tub out from under the bar, you settled it on your hip and maneuvered out of the bar, going table by table and grabbing the rest of the glasses laying around. “I know, you put up quite the fight for second, the ‘nearly grandma’s’ team was only two points behind.”

“I guess Posh Spice really helped us.” He laughed. 

You settled the tub back out on the counter and reached over for a wet rag to begin wiping down each of the tables. “So what do you think you should get for second place? Especially if I’m the one who boosted you to second...”

“What should I get?” He couldn’t remember the last time he was around someone and kept his smirk up for this long, he’s never been so amused by someone, so playful with someone...

He felt light. Honestly, light. When was the last time he could say that?

“Well the phone number was for first, what’s for second?” You tempt your smirk back his way as you bend over the first table, wiping it down. 

“I mean, a first date, a first kiss, I’m very interested in everything... what are my options here?”

“I’m starting to think maybe I should have reworked my tiering here, you know, put phone number on the bottom, third place or something.” You mused, moving to the next table as he turned on his seat at the bar to follow you with his stare. 

“So I’ve already won the phone number?”

“Insatiable...” You mocked, finishing up with the last few tables and pushing the chairs in. Pulling your phone from your pocket, you quickly unlocked it, passing it his way, “How about you give me yours?”

“And then?”

“Well,” you spun around some as he began typing, looking up at you between his name and number, “it’s nearly midnight and I’m not off work yet, and I normally work everyday but Thursdays and Sundays so, I’m not much for dinner dates but I’m a big fan of breakfast.”

“That’s convenient, I make a mean breakfast.” He smiled, quirking his chin up as he handed your phone back to you. “How about tomorrow?”

“Now we might be a little ahead of ourselves, I just got your phone number.”

“I haven’t gotten anything.” He shook his head with another laugh. 

He liked laughing this much. Sure, he laughed with the guys but he didn’t have plans to sleep with any of them. And the people he did sleep with weren’t like you. Maybe that’s what he’s been doing wrong recently. 

“Second place...” you mutter, shaking your head as you take a few steps closer, effectively eliminating any space between the two of you, no bar to lean over, no nothing. “Second place would really be lowering my standards you know...”

“Should have told the ‘rich and delicious’ team to stick around.” He mocked as you leaned closer, his voice getting quieter and quieter as you did.

“Nah, second isn’t too bad when it looks like you.”

He couldn’t take it anymore.

In all honesty, he’d been staring at your lips since the two of you ended up alone at the bar and watching you bend over to clean... he had shown incredible restraint so far.

And judging by the way your stare fell to his lips, he wasn’t the only one. He felt more confident than he had felt all night.

More confident than he had felt in a while, if he was being completely honest.

He surged forward off the bar stool and grabbed your face with both hands, dragging your lips to his. The kiss was heated and full of fire, but far too short. He couldn’t let it linger for too long, almost all of his confidence coming out in the single surge. But as he pulled his lips back from yours, keeping his nose up against yours, he felt a spark of electricity flow through him from head to toe.

The way his lips hovered over yours, dancing against yours ever so slightly as he tried to catch his breath, it was like two live wires sparking against each other.

Electrifying.

Clearly you felt it too, because he couldn’t even catch his breath much less get out a word or two before your lips were back on his and your hands were gripping tight to his chest.

Stepping you back, his hands fell to your hips, guiding you onto the next bar stool so he had a better angle, his hips in line with yours in between your legs, his lips moving to attack your neck.

“Santiago...” you moaned out, his name floating through the stale air of the brewery like the sweet honey the amber ale tasted like and he swore he could taste it on his lips as he licked down to your shoulders.

“Let me take you home...” he rolled his hips up into yours and the breath that escaped you was even more rugged than the last.

“Oh well, first place...” you threw your head back, “first place would get to take me home.”

“What does second place get?” His kisses trailed along the gold necklace that hung around your neck, dipping lower into the cleavage of your black top.

“Well, we have the place to ourselves, might as well make ourselves comfortable.”

He laughed at that, pulling his lips off of you and glancing around the empty warehouse bar. “Yeah?”

“Could’ve come in first.”

“Oh honey, I’ve got no problem taking you on the table...” he smirked, dragging you off the stool and bringing your face back to his for a chaste kiss. “And I never come first.”

“Oh I set you up for that one...”

“Damn straight sweetheart.”

Grabbing your hips as you slung your arms around his neck, he moved you back to the nearest table and sat you back on it. And while you pulled at his short curls, deepening the kiss, he found the bottoms hem of your shirt and began dragging it tantalizingly slow up your chest.

Seems you were the one showing little restraint now, meeting his hands and rapidly lifting it the rest of the way off and tossing it aside easily.

“You’re good at that.” He mused, reaching for the bottom hem of his own shirt to do the same

“Yeah, I take it off at least once a day you know...”

“Smart ass.”

He grabbed for your hips again but instead of drawing you closer, he flipped you around, pressing the front of your hips into the table and pushing hims elf firmly against your ass. With one strong forearm taut around your torso, he kept your back against his bare chest, dragging you as close as possible until your breaths aligned with his and his lips could move to your ear. 

“Is this okay?” He huffed, still trying to catch his breath and staggering even more so as one of your hands reached up to intertwine your fingers with his holding against your chest. 

With a roll of your hips back into his, eliciting another groan from his lips, you responded with a throaty, “Yes...”

Your head fell back onto his shoulder as his restrained and hardened length continued to grind into your ass, the fingers of his hand not holding you upright dipping to the button of your jeans and undoing it quickly. The hot breath panting out of your chest held in your throat as his hand dipped even lower, dragging taunting lines along your soaked underwear. 

His hips rocked in a deft rut against you still but now rocking your tight bundle of nerves into the palm of his hands, prying a restrained whimper from your lips. 

“Baby, I want to hear you.” He cooed into your ear, his mind desperate for the honey of your voice and the way his mind seemed to drown in it. The hot pleasure of each movement bubbling in his stomach, he was hardening against your ass, you were soaking over his fingers...

“Santiago...”

A growl released from his lips, as his hips stuttered against yours. He wanted more of you, more of your delicious voice whining out into the echoing warehouse, more of the decadent juices dampening his fingers as he pushed aside your underwear and dipped into you one finger at a time, more of the hot taste of your skin as he sucked onto the bend of your neck to your shoulders, more of you... so much more of you. 

Bending you over the table, your hands splayed out over the freshly cleaned surface, trying to keep yourself upright with nearly quivering arms. His pants hit the floor, belt buckle clattering to the concrete, and yours quickly followed suit, worked down your legs to bunch up around your boots and ankles. But keeping yourself partially upright was futile, turning your head over your shoulder you caught sight of him stroking over his fully hardened and lengthy girth and all but resigned yourself to your impending fate, laying down the rest of the way with another moan released your lips. 

The sight of him alone had you clenching around the stale air of the warehouse and nothing else, desperate for more of him.

“You want this?” He played, drawing a languid stroke over himself as he brought his tip to play against your exposed and aching cunt. “Tell me you want me, baby.”

“I want you...”

“Yeah?” He pressed in gently, toying with you as your grip around the table tightened. “Tell me baby.”

“Smart ass,” you groaned, earning a gentle yet playful smack on your ass that you relished in, trying to back into him for relief. Finally, the taunting tease was too much and you pleaded for him with your dripping honey tone, “I want you, I want you, please.”

Pushing the rest of the way in, all of your noises held tight in your throat while he kept still within you, relishing in the feel of you stretching around him as your hands clenched tight around the table. One of his hands worked up your back, unclasping your bra with a practiced move and continuing up to the back of your neck, pushing your face into the cool table top before he began to work in and out of you. 

His other hand held at the dip of your lower back, holding you in place as his thrusts accelerated in pace. The holding grip felt like a crushing weight but nothing like the force of his pounding hips as he nailed you deeper and deeper into the table. The repeated hits of your hips against the table threatened to leave bruises but you could care less, the pain was pulling an addicting sense of euphoria from your core and you’d cover your body in a thousand bruises if it meant you’d feel this good. 

Weaving his hand from the back of your neck into your hair, he lifted your face up just enough to meet his lips as he bent over you, finding a newer, deeper angle with his lips ghosting over yours. 

“How does it feel, baby...” he taunted as you tried to bring your lips to his but he held you just far enough back to feel his breath but not his lips. 

Close, tauntingly close, but not enough. 

“Kiss me, Santi...”

“How does it feel?”

Sending a particularly pounding thrust into you, your head fell back against his shoulder, your moan descending into a sob as his lips met your neck for a lengthy lick and bite. 

God, you didn’t just feel good, you felt right. You felt right like nothing had before, not since he and the guys got back from South America. 

He bought the house because it felt like the right thing to do, he stopped doing work that would hurt himself because it felt like the right thing to do... but this was the only thing that felt right. He had been looking for something like this for longer than he could even remember and he wanted more. 

“Santi—” 

He cut you off with his lips on yours, contorting at a weird angle but giving him new access to your still half clothes chest. He wanted your bra off, he wanted to feel every inch of you, every single goddamn inch of you. 

Every sound you made, no matter how faint, echoed in the big room now, even in competition with the obscene sound of his hips smacking into yours. You could hear each grunt and breath that fell from his lips and he could hear the same from you, every whine and moan, every whimper and—

“Please...”

Your words vibrated against his lips and released a new level of desperate need from within him. 

The hand he had fighting with the fabric of your bra relinquished the fight to get it off, moving underneath to take hold of your breast, his other hand reaching back around your torso to hoist you back up into his chest. His teeth gritted together as he found a whole new rhythm, faster, faster, faster...

“Oh my g—”

“Oh fuck honey.” Everything was getting tighter, the tense coil in your stomach, his grip around your chest, every muscle in his legs and abdomen, the pull of you against him... you were clenching tighter and tighter around him, tighter and tighter. 

His hips snapped even harder into you as his rhythm began to falter but his hand reached down from your stomach with a purpose. His hand was back on your pulsing bundle of nerves, but not his palm, two fingers, rubbing meticulously at first but quickly loosing all sense of control as you began to shake against him. 

Biting down on your shoulder, he moved to a pace he couldn’t hope to maintain, trying to push you over the edge with his fingers, rubbing faster and faster and faster and—

“Fuck, Santi— fuck.” you shook, coming apart around him as your scream of his name cursed out into an echo, bouncing around the warehouse walls and playing into his ears on each bounce. Then your breathless whisper released just loud enough for him to hear in your smoothest voice, drenched in honey, drowning his ears in it, “Santiago...”

And that was all it took.

He was falling apart, barely managing the control to ask “can I— fuck, can I— inside?” and get an exhausted nod from you before he came apart. 

His hips stuttered, knocking you into the table once, then twice in quick succession, all accompanied by whines of his own falling from his lips against the skin of your neck. 

“Not bad for second place...” you mocked, still out of breath as he kept you held up against his chest.

And his laughter shook the both of you, his forehead, now damp with sweat, pressed into the side of your face. As he slipped out of you, sending you both whimpering out from the loss of contact, he kissed down your spine until he picked his own pants up. 

“Let me take you home,” he kissed back up your spine until you turned around and met his lips with yours. “I promised breakfast...”

“I like breakfast.” You hummed, holding him close by his curls, forehead holding against yours. 

“I like you.” 

To think, you had the audacity to be mad when Bram the bartender asked you to pick up his Thursday shift.

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Jango Fett X Fem!Reader //SMUT//

One of my best friends requested some good ol’ Jango smut. Find my buddy at @peacelandbread @cptn-suede and @aepes-saga  They’re amazing! Go check them out!

Notes: This is back when Jango Fett is young and horny lol 

Warnings: Language, !!SMUT!! Sexual Tension !!Unprotected sex!! Please be safe!! Drunk people at a bar being gross, Jango Fett respects women, !!Jango Fett has a breeding kink!!

*Some run down cantina on some shitty refueling station.* 

You had been working on a very long job with the infamous Jango Fett, not really by choice. You knew Jango because you worked solo under him sometimes, but this time he needed your help. You sat beside the armored Mandalorian in the shitty bar while Slave I was being refueled and resupplied. 

His helmet sat on the bar beside him as he slowly nursed his glass of some sort of dark alcohol. You sipped your drink, a little distracted by the bounty hunters handsome face. Both of you were very stressed out. Mainly because you were both used to working solo, so the tension was very noticeable. But, there was another sort of tension that was between you two. 

The sexual tension could be cut with a knife, it was so bad. You both found each other extremely attractive, especially after fighting beside one another. You had always found Jango attractive just but his gruff thick voice, but when you saw his face you nearly died. He was incredibly handsome, and it killed you. 

You rubbed your thighs together as you zoned out thinking about the Mandalorian, especially thinking about what he looked like underneath his armor. He looked at you, “Hey.” You blinked and flushed slightly, “The ship is done.” He stood up and pulled on his helmet, you nodded and stood as well. 

As you followed Jango out of the bar a drunk patron slapped your ass hard, causing you to yelp and snarl at him. Jango saw red and immediately grabbed the drunken man by the throat, “Did you just touch this lady without her consent?” The drunken man nodded, gasping for air. He clawed at Jango’s gloved hand as Jango tightened his grip, “Apologize to her. Now.” 

The guy managed to wheeze out a weak ‘sorry’ before Jango slammed him through the nearest table. He flicked a credit chip at the bartender before grabbing your hand and dragging you out. What he just did was extremely hot, it caused heat to gather between your thighs. “Impressive.” You smirked as he weaved through people, not letting go of his hand, “Shut up.” You laughed and followed him onto Slave I. 

The sexual tension increased throughout the job. You each kept doing things to get the other worked up. The stupid games began to get old quickly, mainly because Jango was getting tired of you talking. He worked alone for a reason, he didn’t like being distracted. Especially by hot women that tested his patience. 

*Some backwater world in the Outer Rim.* 

Jango threw down the target in one of the holding cells he had in Slave I. You dropped the dead body of the other target in the middle of the storage hold, “I can’t fucking beileve you!” He snarled as he went up the ladder to the cockpit. You scoffed and followed, “You can’t believe me?! You’re the one that killed him!!” 

Jango angrily flicked controls to get the ship moving, “Because you got distracted! You let him fucking tackle you! You almost died!!” You stood in front of him and snarled, “Why didn’t you just let me die huh?” Jango removed his helmet, an angry look on his handsome face. “You know I can’t let that happen.” 

You crossed your arms and got in his face, “Why not?” You sneered. He quickly grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and pulled you into a fierce kiss. You didn’t kiss him back at first out of shock, but you eventually began kissing him back. 

You pushed his hard armored body into the pilots seat and you straddled him, not breaking the kiss. Jango’s lips were chapped and rough, but they were amazing to kiss. Jango tasted like the smoke and sweet forest air. You did as well, but neither of you minded at all. You gripped his soft hair with one hand, and kept your balance with the other resting on his cold chest plate. You pressed your body tightly against his armored one as your warm tongue flicked and played with his. 

Jango moaned softly when you gripped his hair tighter, causing more wetness to flood your core. It was the sexiest noise you had ever heard. You nipped his bottom lip slightly and pulled back as you sat back to catch your breath. He licked his lip once you let it go. His deep brown eyes were those of a predator, they were dark and hungry. 

Jango kissed along your neck, his hot soft lips making you melt. “Jango.” you sighed. He smirked up at you, “Come on darlin’ let’s take this to the bedroom.” Your already flushed skin got even hotter at the nickname. He wrapped your legs tightly around his armored waist as he moved to his quarters. 

He sat you down, letting you go down the ladder first. You stopped halfway down the ladder and went through the door to his quarters, Jango quickly followed. He hugged you from behind once you were both in his bedroom. His hot lips attacked your neck again, causing you to let out a soft moan. He grazed his teeth along your throat and softly nipped at your neck. 

He gripped your hips tight enough to leave bruises, “You’re a very big tease.” He kissed the soft spot behind your ear. His gruff voice grew even sexier as it got darker with desire. Jango softly bit your earlobe, “Strip.” It was a dark command, that made cold shocks of desire race down your spine. 

You turned around and stepped back from the Mandalorian some. You smirked as you slowly began to strip your clothes off. You made sure to take as long as you could, just to frustrate Jango more. Once you were finally bare Jango walked to you, a predatory look in his eyes. 

He gripped your hips and pulled you into a heated kiss, his lips moving quickly against yours. “Remove my armor so I can fuck your beautiful body already.” He nearly growled the command out. You quickly began unbuckling and unstrapping the many pieces of armor he had on. Both of you are already incredibly impatient. 

You kneeled down to unstrap his codpiece and thigh plates. You smirked up at him and winked, causing Jango to huff out a laugh and grip a hand into your hair. You had checked out Jango so many times, you memorized everything you could about his armor. You knew how to remove it quickly, only because you watched him too much. 

When you removed his codpiece you somehow grew even wetter. He was straining hard against his grey undersuit, letting you see just how huge he was. You teasingly placed a feather light kiss against his hard cock before you stood up. Jango growled a little and you giggled at how worked up you were getting him. 

You kissed along his dark scarred neck as you removed his padded undersuit. Jango watched your quick fingers move against the buttons and straps of the undersuit. His chest was heaving by the time you managed to yank his layers above his head. You moaned and ran your fingers along his muscular chest and stomach. 

Jango groaned when you began kissing some scars that were on his shoulders and chest. You smirked against his skin and quickly grabbed the zipper of his pants, unzipping them. His hard cock sprang forward and you stared at it, “Fuck.” You mumbled, causing Jango to chuckle.

Jango’s whole body was extremely impressive, but his cock was something else. His cock was long and thick, the girth of it should’ve made you nervous but you were so wet that it didn’t matter. Jango quickly kicked his pants off and kissed you fiercely, backing you up towards the small bed. 

The kiss was a sloppy mess of teeth and tongues, but neither of you cared. He pushed you down onto the bed and quickly crawled on top of you, so he could kiss you again. You both found each other's taste addicting, and it was maddening. He grabbed your thighs and hoisted them around his muscular dark waist. 

He got comfortable between your thighs, the head of his cock brushing your wet lips enough to make you groan in impatience. He pulled away from your kiss, “Are you sure about this?” His gruff voice was nearly a whisper, his lips a breath away from yours. “Fuck yeah I’m sure. Now fuck me Jango.” He growled at your command and began to leave love bites along your throat. He felt your pulse racing underneath his swollen lips and he smirked. 

One hand kept himself up above you, and you stared at it. His muscles strained, causing some veins to pop out. He was truly a perfect sight. “You’re soaking.” He growled as he ran two fingers along your folds. You threw your head back and whined, “Because you keep teasing!” Jango smirked and kissed you heatedly, his swollen lips fitting against yours perfectly. 

Jango slowly pushed the head of his thick cock into you, causing you to gasp. He felt bigger than he looked. You gripped his muscular shoulders tightly as he slowly slid into you, the stretch still burning. Jango softly kissed your eyes, mouth, nose and anywhere else he could reach as he let you adjust to his size. Your eyes were screwed shut as you slowly adjusted to his size. 

You nodded once you adjusted to him. He slowly began rocking his hips, his cock fitting perfectly inside of your cunt. “Look at you taking my cock so well.” He growled as he kissed along your breasts. “Such a perfect little pussy.” He smirked and teased your breasts more.

He moaned as you gripped his shoulders tighter. Jango began to pick up the pace, his thrusts deep and calculated. You threw your head back as he sucked on one of your nipples and played with the other, “Fuck Jango! You feel so good baby!” 

You felt his cock twitch when you called out his name. Jango pulled away from your breasts to kiss at your lips hungrily, “You’re so tight.” He groaned, “I can’t wait to fill you up with my cum.” He bit your pulse point gently. 

You threw your head back and shouted his name like a prayer as he began to thrust faster. He angled his hips perfectly so he hit the special spot inside you. “Fuck!” You closed your eyes tightly, the pleasure too much to keep them open. 

Jango watched you with dark eyes, as he fucked your tight cunt even harder. “Jango! I’m close! I need your cum inside me so badly! Please cum inside me!” Your begging nearly threw him over the edge, “Don’t worry darlin’.” He purred in your ear, “I’ll fill you up real nice.” 

Your cunt gripped him like a vice, causing him to completely forget everything except the softness of your body, the warmth of your cunt, and the taste of your lips. Your cunt tightened even more as you came, his name leaving your lips like a prayer. Jango buried his face into your neck as he came deep inside of you. 

His heated moans were erotic as he shot his hot thick ropes of cum inside of you. He thrusted weakly until he was completely spent. Jango collapsed on top of you panting heavily, his sweaty face resting in the crook of your neck. 

You both just layed there, catching your breaths. You ran a hand through his sweaty hair and he looked up at you, a smirk on his handsome face. You smirked back at him, excited to see what this eventful night would lead to.

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Jango Fett x Reader (Plentiful Bounties Chapter 5)

Next chapter guys secrets will be revealed so buckle up. This turned out super long, but it was well worth it. I do not own Star Wars or any characters. WARNINGS: Anxiety, Hurt/Comfort, Cute Boba, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Pregnancy, Truth Reveal, Sexy Times and Fluff.

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Boba woke early that morning, and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He looked up to see his father still sleeping so he quietly slipped out of bed and to the kitchen. When he rounded the corner you were making breakfast, and he watched as you used the force to bring a spatula over. He watched intently as you made breakfast, but it startled him when you called his name without even turning around.

“Boba, I hope you're hungry. I made plenty for breakfast this morning. Is your father awake yet?”, you questioned. “No he’s still sleeping”, he replied. “Look what you saw yesterday I promise that I’m not going to hurt you or your father”, you explained. “How long have you been able to do that?”, Boba questioned now intrigued to know more. “Ever since she was born”, your father’s voice rang out.

“But how?”, Boba asked. “Her mother was a force user how else”, your father replied. “Her mom was a slave, how did she use the force”, Boba questioned further. “Her mother wasn’t a slave who told you that?”, your father growled. “(Y/N) did. She said that she was your slave, and that you got her pregnant”, Boba informed. “No her mother was a Jedi that I had a relationship with, and yes she did get pregnant, but she was never a slave”, he told Boba while glaring at you.

“Your mother was a Jedi”, a gruff voice joined in. Jango was glaring at you as he pulled his son behind him as if you were going to hurt him. “Jango I…”, you were interrupted. “No you lied to me, and your mother was a Jedi. Jedi were the ones that forced me and Boba into a life on the run. A Jedi was who killed Zam”, Jango growled out. “I’m not one of them”, you told him nostrils flaring. “You're a force user and they’re all the same”, Jango boomed. 

You winced as your father tried to defuse the situation, but it only angered Jango more. “Boba, we are leaving. Grab your things”, Jango told him. “But Buir she helped us”, Boba grumbled. “Boba go get your things I won’t tell you twice”, he told him. Boba looked at you and then back at his father as you tried to explain yourself. “It’s not like I asked for this”, you shouted. “You should have told me”, he sneered. You tried making your way towards him and he drew one of his blasters. 

“Jango”, you said his name in disbelief. “Don’t come any closer. I don’t want to have to shoot you. You should have told me you were a force user”, Jango shook his head. “Son if she told you the truth would it have changed your mind about her?”, your father asked. Jango seemed to think it over, but his mind was made up. Boba came back and pushed past his father to hug you as tears started to gather in your eyes.

Boba sniffled as he clung to you already starting to cry. “I’m sorry Boba, but your father has made up his mind”, you told Boba. “But I don’t want to leave”, he sobbed into your shirt. “Boba lets go”, Jango grumbled. “Boba go ahead”, you told him trying to push him away from you. Boba reluctantly pulled away from you as both him and his father made it to the door. “So none of the caresses or kisses we shared meant anything to you?”, you questioned.

Jango froze on the spot as you waited for an answer. Your father’s eyes went wide at your confession. Boba looked between you and his Buir also waiting for an answer. “No it didn’t mean anything”, he told you solemnly. Jango left with Boba as your father watched you sink to the floor. “You love him don’t you”, he said aloud. “It doesn’t matter now does it”, you told him, getting up with tears in your eyes. You got up and made your way out to the garden where your mother had been buried.

“Why did I have to take after you. You're the reason I had to leave home. You were the reason everyone hated me. I didn’t ask for this! I hate you and wish you hadn’t been my mother”, you sobbed. Your father came up behind you. “You don’t hate her. You know she loved you, and that I had to stop training you. She begged me not to train you in the first place. It’s my fault for training you”, he told you leaving out the door.

Your father tracked Jango and Boba to their ship. “What are you doing here?”, Jango asked already on the defensive. “I’m here to talk to you about why (Y/N) didn’t tell you about her force using ability”, he implored. “I don’t have the time”, Jango huffed. “I want to know”, Boba said. “You didn’t even like her”, Jango told Boba. “Yeah that was before she came to save me and Eya and saved your life”, Boba defiantly said, crossing his arms.

Jango shook his head, but allowed your father onto his ship to talk. “(Y/N)’s mother was a Jedi when I met her. I went to help a good friend of mine on his home planet. She was there to defuse the possible war on the planet. It took me forever to realize that I had a thing for her, and then after that any time she was out this way she would visit me”, your father explained. “And she got pregnant right”, Boba finished. 

“Yes she did and she left the Jedi order to be with me. I loved her and married her as soon as she set foot on Mandalore. When (Y/N) was born we soon realized her power with the force. It scared her mother because she was worried the Jedi would come for her, and she begged me not to train her when she became of age. I didn’t listen and the Jedi came for her. Her mother tried to fight them, and it cost her her life. (Y/N) refused to go with them after that”, he continued.

“So you stopped training her then”, Jango said more to himself. “Yes I stopped training her because she reminded me so much of her mother, and I was afraid to lose her. When she turned eighteen she took off with an old associate of mine as a bounty hunter. She has visited every so often, and I have never seen her as happy as she has been around you and your son. If you don’t feel anything for her then fine, but don’t hurt her because of the past of her mother. She resents the Jedi as much as you do”, your father finished as he walked off the ship.

Jango watched as your father made his way back to the house. Boba was looking up at him waiting to see what would decide to do. “Dad?”, Boba asked. Jango let out a large sigh and turned to look at his son. It wouldn’t hurt to stay here a while. Boba was used to staying on Kamino, and having a permanent home of sorts while he went bounty hunting. “Alright son we’ll stay”, he told him picking up his armor. He packed everything they would need and made their way back to the house. 

You were sitting in front of the three graves of the people you loved trying to find answers. You were so caught up with your emotions that you were knocked over by a small form as they hugged you. When you looked to see Boba glued to your side you hugged him back. “You better not have ran away from your father. You know how grumpy he gets”, you chuckled. “No dad decided we could stay a while”, he excitedly told you. 

You looked up to see Jango watching you as if you were still an enemy. Boba looked to his father and shook his head as you stood up. “I hope you all are okay with breakfast for lunch”, you joked. Boba nodded as he made his way to the kitchen and hopped onto one of the bar stools. You didn’t look at Jango as you passed by him, and flinched a little as he followed you.

You put two plates of food down for Boba and Jango then grabbed a plate to take to your father. Boba dug in like he was starved as Jango watched you take the other plate to your father. “Here is your food Buir”, you told him. He turned around and took his food while watching you carefully. “What did you tell them?”, you questioned. “I told them the whole truth”, he replied. You nodded in response and went back to the kitchen. You made a plate of food and ate in silence until Boba asked for more. You gave him the rest of what you had, and made your way outside.

You grabbed your blades as you walked outside to train. Once Boba was done with his food he ran outside to watch you train. You made slashing motions in wide arcs and slight stabbing motions. “Can I try?”, Boba asked. “Sure here you hold the blade like this”, you told him as you handed him one of the blades. “Now watch me and follow my lead”, you told him. He mimicked you as you swung your blade from one hand to the other. Jango walked outside and watched in silence for a moment until he cleared his throat. 

You froze on the spot as you watched Jango walk towards his son. “Here let me try”, Jango told his son. Boba handed the blade to him as he twirled it a couple of times. “You want to train, then let's see how you train with me”, he told you. You noticed your father telling Boba to stay back, and Jango lunged at you bringing the blade down toward you. You quickly deflected and swung at his legs as he blocked, and pushed you with his shoulder. You stumbled backwards, but recovered quickly staying on the defensive as he swung at you again. 

You brought your blade up and held it there as you looked Jango in the eyes. He was focused on you, and you swore you saw his eyes dilate ever so slightly. He pulled away and went to sing at you again you dodged and spun around him. He swung the blade around cutting your shirt missing your skin by mere inches. You growled as you came at him now taking the offensive you swung at him over and over no matter how many times he deflected. He went to bring his blade up when his arm gave up.

He dropped the blade as you were making a downward cut. You stopped and dropped your weapon as you touched his arm with your hand. He flinched a little until he noticed your concentration. His wound itched and felt warm and he realized what you were doing. Blood started to flow out your nose as you concentrated harder. “(Y/N) stop”, you heard your father say somewhere behind you. You didn’t until you started swaying, and collapsed as Jango grabbed your shoulders to steady you.

You could hear Jango asking what was wrong and your father explaining that when you used the force to heal people it drained you. Jango moved the hair from your face to see the blood trickling down your face. He scooped you up to bring you inside while your father went to get a wet cloth to clean your face. Jango lay you on one of the couches while Boba watched over the back of the couch. “Buir is she going to be okay?”, Boba questioned worriedly. “I’m not sure Boba”, he replied.

“Here I’ll take over, maybe you and Boba can go out and explore Mandalore some. You will probably want to get some clothes that don’t make you stick out here. There are some credits on the table for you to use. It should be enough for clothes and maybe some things to keep Boba occupied”, he told Jango. You were mumbling as you tried to focus and your father tried to get you calmed down and ensure you were safe.

Jango took Boba with him into the markets to buy some clothes. “Buir do you like (Y/N)?”, Boba questioned. Jango almost tripped over his own feet, “Why would you think that ad’ika?”. “Well you seemed to like her when we were on Naboo, and you were sleeping together”, Boba said kicking some rocks. “Why do you want to know so badly if I like her?”, Jango inquired. “Well I remembered asking you about a mom, and I know that I’m a clone, but she takes care of me like a mom would. She also protects me like a mom would”, Boba answered looking anywhere but at his father.

“Well I like her yes, but we have to be careful she could be dangerous”, he told his son. “Just because Zam was killed doesn’t mean all force users are bad right. I mean she could have killed you when we found Eya, and she has gotten us this far. She even saved your life”, Boba admitted. Jango thought about it as they shopped and bought clothes for their stay. He thought about what Boba had said.

It was true that he had felt something for her, and hell he had even masturbated to her when he took that bounty. Kriff, he really did like her, and damn it he had made up his mind. They stayed out for a while until dusk started to set in. Once they entered the house they were met with the smell of food, and (Y/N) who was getting plates together. “Glad you all are back, hope you're both hungry”, she told them. 

Boba was first to dig in followed by Jango and (Y/N)’s father. She ate silently as Boba struck up a conversation with her father. Everyone parted after that, but (Y/N) stayed behind to clean the dishes. Once Boba was asleep in his own room that your father had prepared Jango came back to the kitchen. He walked up behind you and pushed you against the counter. You would be lying if you said you had no idea he was there. Jango had you pinned as both of his arms had you trapped. He shut the water off and turned you around to face him.

He gave you no warning as he dove down to claim your lips. You whimpered as he bit and sucked at your bottom lip. You knew what he wanted, but making him work for it was your game plan. He grabbed hold of the back of your head and bit a little harder on your lower lip. You allowed him access as he explored your mouth. The night when he had pinned you to the bed ran through your head.

He tangled his fingers in your hair, and almost like the night with the whiskey he pulled away to lick a stripe from your cleavage up your neck. It made you shudder and of course had heat pooling low in your belly. You reached your hand down to slip your fingers in the waistband of his pants to pull him to you. That made him growl and nip at your neck and down your collar bone.

He let go for a moment and grabbed your wrist to guide you to the guest room. You followed right after him, and once inside the room he threw you onto the bed and locked the door. You quickly scooted up the bed as he crawled over top of you. He dove in to kiss your lips again as one hand slid down to cup one of your breasts. Jango squeezed slightly as you moaned into his mouth. Your hands found their way to the hem of his shirt and you tugged it up and he let you pull it over his head. 

He continued to kiss you and rutted against you. “Do you know how hard you make me?”, he questioned between kisses. “No”, was your breathless reply. “Here let me show you”, he told you as he grabbed your hand guiding it to his crotch. He pressed your hand against him and he ground against your palm. He wasn’t kidding about being hard as you slightly squeezed him through his pants. He groaned into your mouth, but pulled away to remove your tank top. He trailed kisses down to your breast, and back up to your neck. He unclasped your bra as he sucked a hickey there. 

You brought your hand back, you threw your arms over his shoulders. One hand splayed on his back while the other snaked its way to his cropped hair. It was still thick enough to where you could tangle your fingers in it, and then you slightly tugged. He grunted and rutted against you as you wrapped your legs around him. He licked down to suck a nipple into his mouth making you whimper out. You could tell he was smirking at his success in making you submit some.

He came back up to claim your mouth and one hand snaked down to your waistband. He unbuttoned your pants, and helped you out of them. He was just about to push his hands into your panties when there was a knock on the door and Boba’s voice filtered through. “Buir I had a bad dream can I stay with you?”, he sniffled. Jango let a small curse filter from his lips, but responded, “Just a minute Boba I’ll be right there”. 

You stifled a small giggle at Jango’s frustration, and he gave you a harmless glare. Jango tossed you his shirt as you put it on. It engulfed you as you gathered the rest of the clothing to put on the dresser. Then you quickly scurried under the covers as Jango opened up the door to allow Boba in. When he spotted you he smiled, “Did you have a bad dream to (Y/N)?”. “Yes I did and your father was gracious enough to let me sleep in here too”, you smiled somewhat awkwardly.

Boba had his own blanket from his bed wrapped around him, and he scurried up the bed once Jango lay back down. “Alright let's get to bed then alright”, Jango announced a little annoyed. Jango lifted the covers to allow Boba to slide in and he instantly curled into Jango’s left side laying his head on Jango’s shoulder. You were slightly hesitant until Jango motioned you to him, and pulled you to his chest. Boba was almost out immediately while you and Jango tried to find sleep.

“We will continue this some other time”, Jango told you as you started to drift off. He watched as you fell into a peaceful sleep. You couldn’t remember the last peaceful sleep you had, and Jango watched over you both until he too succumbed to sleep. That night your father had gotten up to get a snack when he realized you weren’t in your room, and that little Boba was not in his room either. When he walked past Jango’s room he saw you and Boba each tucked into either of his sides.

Your father couldn’t remember the last time you looked this peaceful or a smile grace your lips. He smiled to himself as Boba stirred some. Maybe you would end up with a man after all, and by the looks of the armor he is or was a Mandolorian at one point. His hope for you finding a man, and starting a family was looking better already. He went from there to get a snack, and then he sat outside in the garden. When he came back the three of you were still fast asleep, and he went back to bed with a knowing smile.

[myriadimagines]

Preference: Star Wars (The Prequels)

How You Meet

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Boba Fett, Count Dooku, Darth Maul, Jango Fett, Mace Windu, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala, Qui-Gon Jinn, Sheev Palpatine, Yoda

Warnings: violence, mild swearing and mentions of death

Request: “Preferences : SW: The Prequels; how you meet (every characters you can?)” - Anon

A/N: I hope I did all the characters you wanted me to! First preference ever, enjoy!

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Anakin Skywalker

“Anakin, look out!” 

Anakin ignored Obi-Wan’s shouts and continued running down the street. There was some conflict involving bounty hunters going on in downtown Coruscant, and Obi-Wan and Anakin were sent to deal with it. He deflected a blaster bolt into a bounty hunter’s leg, and Anakin loomed over him before he felt Obi-Wan’s hand grab his shoulder.

“We’re not here to kill, Anakin, just arrest.” he said sharply, and Anakin sighed as he reached for a pair of handcuffs and quickly restrained the bounty hunter. Obi-Wan disappeared down another street, chasing after another bounty hunter. Anakin stood up and turned around, and came face to face with a blaster.

Raising his hands above his head, the bounty hunter holding the blaster jerked the gun up, indicating Anakin to stand. Anakin slowly got to his feet, and wondered if he could reach for his lightsaber before getting shot in the face. 

Suddenly, the bounty hunter fell and Anakin looked behind him in shock. You were standing there, a hood pulled over your head and a gun in hand. You watched the bounty hunter fall, before clipping your blaster back onto your belt. You looked Anakin up and down, and then smirked.

“Huh, now I can say I saved a Jedi.” you jeered, and Anakin rolled his eyes.

“I could handle the situation.” he responded defensively, and you snorted.

“Sure you could’ve.” you turned around, looking over your shoulder. “Guess I ought to be going. You’re welcome, Jedi.”

“It’s Anakin.” Anakin took a few steps before you, and you paused. “Wait, don’t go. I want to get to know you.”

“I’ve got business to finish.” you said hurriedly, not wanting to become associated with a Jedi. But something about the earnest look in the man’s eyes changed your mind. “Go to the cantina downtown, and ask the bartender for y/n. They’ll find me.”

Nodding, you turned back around and sprinted for your speeder. A faint grin came across Anakin’s face as you sped away. 

Boba Fett

“Be nice, y/n.” your dad hissed, his arm firmly on your shoulder. Groaning, you rolled your eyes and reluctantly gave a tense smile to Jango, who was your father’s friend. Your father was going to be on a mission, and he had dropped you off on Kamino to be taken care of while he was away.

“Their room will be next to my son’s.” Jango nodded at your father, and your father thanked him before making his way back to his ship. You watched as it flew off, and then turned back to Jango, who gestured for you to follow him. You trailed behind him as you walked down a corridor, and suddenly a young boy appeared.

“Boba, come meet y/n.” Jango called to him, and Boba hesitantly stepped towards you. You nodded at him, and Boba looked at his dad.

“What are they doing here?” he demanded.

“They’re here for a few days.” Jango responded vaguely. “Go show them to the guest room.”

Sighing, Boba began to walk away and you jogged to catch up with him. He punched in a few buttons and a door slid open, and he gestured for you to go inside. You stepped into the room and immediately lay on the bed after tossing your bag on the floor. Boba sat down on the chair next to you, fiddling with something.

“What’s that?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him. He paused, then reached his hand out. Inside was a small model of a ship. “Did you build that yourself?”

“Duh.” Boba rolled his eyes, and you smirked.

“Looks good, but not as good as this.” you reached into your bag and pulled out your own model you created of an X-wing. Boba tried to mask the fact that he was impressed.

“I have more materials in my room.” Boba stood up. “Want to have a competition on who can build the best ship?”

You had already gotten to your feet. You knew you were going to be good friends with the boy.

“Absolutely.” 

Count Dooku

“Count Dooku, we have captured the group on Geonosis.” 

Dooku spun around upon hearing the news and immediately made his way to the jail cells at the bottom of the base. A small group had tried to attack the droid factory on Geonosis, but had evidently failed. 

The door to the dungeon slid open, and Dooku walked down the corridor and peered into the cells. They were only big enough for one person, and he looked amongst the exhausted, injured people staring at the walls. 

“You will not win, Count Dooku.”

Dooku looked into the last stall, where a determined, young person stood in front of him gripping the bars. Dooku smirked as he stepped closer.

“What did you say to me?” 

“You will not win.” you repeated, staring straight into his eyes. He looked at your tattered closed and bloody wounds, but it didn’t seem to dim the fire of rebellion in your eyes.

“What is your name?” he crossed his arms.

“y/n.” you replied, unfazed.

“y/n.” he echoed, then gestured for a guard to open your cell. The guard handcuffed you, and you glared at Dooku. “Follow me, I’d like to hear what else you have to say to me.”

Darth Maul

Maul stood before the burning village, watching as the walls crumbled under the flames with lifeless bodies laying beneath it. He clipped his lightsaber back onto his belt and was about to turn back to the ship when he heard the sounds of screaming and yelling. 

Making his way to the back of the village, he made it just in time to see you thrashing around as a small group of droids grabbed you and prepared to execute you. You snapped at one of the droids, trying to bite them, but it quickly jerked out of the way. Maul paused for a moment, observing the execution, but more specifically you.

He had seen plenty of people in the face of death. Most of them were either begging and fighting for their life, or peaceful as if they were awaiting death. You were fighting, that was for sure, but you weren’t begging. There was something in your eyes, some sort of uncontrollable fury that ignited them. You looked almost insane, how angry you were in the face of these droids. As one lifted its gun and aimed it at your face, you looked it square in the eyes.

“Go to hell.” you spat, and straightened up. Before it could pull the trigger, Maul stepped in.

“Enough.” he raised his hands, and the droids stepped aside. You glared up at the Sith, unintimidated by his appearance. A devious smile appeared on his face as he reached for his intercom. “Darth Sidious, I think I have found a new apprentice.”

Jango Fett

“I’m in position.” you mumbled into your radio, tilting your head slightly to look through the scope of your sniper rifle. Your target’s head was in the dead centre of your scope, and your finger hovered over the trigger. “Give me the word.”

Patiently, you monitored the target as you waited for your boss to give you the go. 

“Execute.” 

Your finger had barely applied pressure to the trigger when the target suddenly fell, and the screaming commenced. Shocked, you looked up from your scope to see the target had fallen and people all around him were rushing over. You scanned the area, and saw the shadow of a figure from the opposite roof. Grabbing your bag and slinging your gun over your shoulder, you sprinted after him.

You leapt over the roof and followed the footsteps you could hear in front of you. You pulled out your blaster and held it in front of you as you yanked open an attic door and sprinted through. You could see the figure about to head down the stairs, but you pointed the gun at him.

“Stop, or I’ll fire!” you yelled, and the figure froze. “Who the hell are you, you stole my kill! Show yourself!”

Without hesitation, the figure stepped into the moonlight, and your jaw dropped. Standing in front of you was Jango Fett, one of the most feared bounty hunters in the galaxy. You stammered, trying to think of a response, but he removed his helmet.

“I’ve heard you are a skilled bounty hunter, and I think you proved that tonight. Despite not getting your kill before me.” he reached his hand out, and you timidly shook it. “What’s your name?”

“y/n.”

Placing his helmet back on, Jango nodded at you before turning around.

“I think we’ll be working together in the near future, y/n.”

Mace Windu

You sprinted up to the clones, who were in a tight circle around a tall man in robes.

“y/n, reporting for duty.” you panted, breathless, as you ran up next to them. “Apologies for being late, I lost track of time.”

“Apology accepted.” Captain Rex had an amused smile on his face. “It’s your first day anyway, I’ll let this slide.”

You had barely heard what Rex had said, because you were too busy staring in awe at the man in robes, who you realized was a Jedi.

“A new commander, Rex?” the man asked, and Rex nodded.

“My new lieutenant,” Rex clarified. “y/n, this is Jedi Master Mace Windu, Master Windu, this is y/n.” 

Mace shook your hand firmly, his intimidating gaze scaring you a little.

“Master Windu will be overseeing our mission today.” Rex explained, putting his helmet on. “Alright, let’s move out!” 

The clones began to file away, moving towards the ships and collecting their weapons, leaving just you and Mace behind. He looked you up and down, before nodding approvingly. 

“I can sense you’re going to be a very promising soldier, y/n.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi 

It was another day at the Jedi Archives. You were running around, slightly panicked, trying to reorganize all the records you forgot to take care of yesterday. You accidentally fell asleep on the job, and now you were rushing to do everything before the chief librarian came back. You were training to become the next chief librarian, but at this point, it didn’t look like you were doing a very good job.

You were struggling to balance a mini tower of datatapes, and rushed around the corner towards one of the shelves. As you turned the corner, you accidentally slammed into someone. Falling backwards, the you winced in preparations to hear the datatapes smashing on the floor, but it never happened.

Confused, you looked up, and came face to face with a young man. You had seen him around occasionally, but apart from that all you knew about him was that he was a Jedi. He had staggered back when he had run into you, but quickly composed himself and used the Force to prevent the datatapes from falling. Sheepishly, you quickly collected the datatapes that were hovering centimetres from the floor. 

“Thank you, Master Jedi.” you said politely as you picked up the last one. You glanced at him briefly, noting how attractive he was. He tucked his hands under his robes.

“Please, call me Obi-Wan.” he nodded at you, and you smiled. 

“I am the junior librarian, y/n. What can I help you with today, Obi-Wan?”

“I’m trying to find some records on Kamino... it should be in the Outer Rim.” he responded, a troubled expression crossed his face. 

“I would be happy to help you find your planet.” the two of you smiled at each other broadly, and began walking together, side by side.

Padmé Amidala

Padmé was strolling through an the forests of Naboo, trying to gather her head before she was crowned as queen. She was still very young, and was debating if she was ready to be the leader of her planet. Shaking her head and attempting to distract herself, she perked up at the sound of running water.

She made her way into a clearing, where there was a waterfall and a small lake. Sitting down by the lake, she closed her eyes and just listened to the sound of nature around her. Padmé liked spending time in nature when she was feeling frustrated or confused; it helped her calm down.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching. Opening her eyes, she turned around and came face to face with you, who froze uncertainly when you saw the soon-to-be Queen.

“Your Highness,” you spoke quickly, giving her a bow. She smiled and stood up to approach you.

“Oh please,” she laughed laughed lightly. “I’m not Queen yet, I still have a few more days. Just call me Padmé.”

“Hello, Padmé. I’m y/n.” you made eye contact with the pretty young woman, relaxing a little at her friendly tone. You then noticed her curious expression, and bashfully explained. “I like to come here when I’m nervous.”

“I like to spend time in nature when I’m nervous too!” Padmé exclaimed, then blushed slightly at her outburst. You grinned at her instead, and reached out your hand.

“There’s an even better waterfall a little farther from here. Want to come with me?” you asked, cocking your head. 

Padmé looked down at your hand, and smiled as she reached out and held it.

“That sounds lovely.”

Qui-Gon Jinn

Qui-Gon strolled though the park idly, taking in the scene around him. There were small children running around, playing some sort of wild game, and some elders sitting on the benches having animated conversations. The park was a little distance away from the main district in Coruscant, so Qui-Gon liked to come here to get some peace and quiet when he could. 

He approached a bench that sat on top of a small hill that overlooked the whole park. This was his favorite bench to sit and and just mediate sometimes. To his surprise, you were sitting there, a book in your lap. No one was usually here, since no one really ventured this far out from the park.

“Your book looks very interesting, judging by your focused expression.” Qui-Gon spoke as he sat next to you. Looking up at the man with the deep voice, you laughed.

“It’s for my studies.” you lifted the book and showed him the cover, which Qui-Gon recognized as a history book. “It’s not really that interesting, but I have to read it.”

“Understandable.” Qui-Gon chuckled. You glanced at the man sideways, looking at his robes. You knew only certain people wore those robes.

“A Jedi?” you asked casually, looking forward. 

“Of sorts,” Qui-Gon smiled. “Though I don’t really follow the Jedi Order as much as they want me to.”

“Ooh, a rule breaking Jedi.” you grinned at him, and he grinned back. “I like the sound of that, I’d love to hear more about it. I’m y/n.” 

You outstretched your hand, and Qui-Gon warmly shook it

“Hello, y/n.” he leaned back and smiled up at the sky, and began to spoke “Well, there was one time during a mission where...” 

Sheev Palpatine

As Palpatine stood in the Senata Arena, he felt his gaze fall onto you. You were standing behind one of the politicians, listening intently. He assessed you, looking at your plain clothes and haphazardly styled hair, and assumed you were an assistant of some sort. But there was something about you that stood out to him. Somehow, he sensed you were connected with the Force.

When the conference was over, Palpatine made sure to send some of his men to escort you to his office. You were taken aback as the guards opened the door to Palpatine’s office, and you hesitantly stepped inside.

“Chancellor.” you greeted him, bowing slightly. Palpatine smiled as he approached you.

“Hello, y/n.” he responded, and you looked at him in surprise. Sensing your uncertainty, he quickly explained. “I got your name from the records. I want to talk to you about something. 

He moved his window and gestured for you to follow. The two of you looked at the Coruscant landscape, admiring it.

“What a beautiful city.” you sighed, and Palpatine nodded in agreement. 

“Do you know the ways of the Force?” Palpatine suddenly asked, and you shook your head, slightly taken aback. “I have a feeling you are one with it, though. I have requested that the Jedi Order take you in for training.”

“Training with the Jedi?” you exclaimed, both shocked and excited. “Why, I would never dream of it!”

“That is why I am giving you the opportunity!” Palpatine gestured grandly with his arms. He patted your shoulder, smiling, but you didn’t pick up on the maliciousness behind his smile. “You will become a powerful Jedi, y/n. I think the two of us will work together in the near future.”

Yoda

Slowly making his way through the markets, Yoda watched as the people around him rushed by and listened to the merchants yelling. Yoda liked wandering in busy places sometimes when he had free time, because he just liked to lose himself in a crowd of busy people.

As he reached the end of the market, he noticed a small stall neglected in the corner. Approaching it, he noticed a young person sitting on a crate, mending a piece of cloth. You looked up when you hear something approaching, and your eyes widened.

“Master Yoda.” you scrambled to your feet and bowed, well aware of the Jedi Master. Yoda smiled feebly and gestured for you to sit back down. 

“Fixing, what are you?” he asked, reaching out to your cloth. Shyly, you handed it to him. It was a piece of embroidery, depicting the sunset over Coruscant. Yoda smiled at the piece of work, handing it back to you. “Very talented, you are.”

“Thank you very much, Master Yoda.” you smiled, not reaching out to take it back. “You can keep it.”

“Keep such a beautiful piece of art, I cannot.” he insisted, and you took it back and carefully folded it back into your bag. You stood up, slinging the strap over your shoulder, and smiled politely at Yoda.

“It was an honor to meet you.” you bowed again. 

“Your name, I did not get.” he pointed at you.

“Oh, of course!” you laughed. “y/n.”

“Again, we will meet y/n.” he nodded, before slowly hobbling away, leaving you wondering when that next time would be. 

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