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Safest with You (Ch. 13 - The Birthday)

6.1K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: You and Din attend Boba Fett’s birthday gala.

Warnings: Brief description of violence (I won't tag it to avoid spoilers, but the action happens within the chapter and isn't an past incident being described), brief description of blood/wound (nothing explicit or too descriptive), fluff, established relationship, pet names as usual (pretty bird, baby, sweetheart, etc.), reader is described as shorter than Din and he lifts her off her feet once.

A/N: I made the title picture and did my best to crop and filter the dress so that it remains as inclusive as possible. As a new writer, being inclusive with the written word isn't something I have very much practice with, but much like writing smut, in order to get better, I will have to practice. I'm trying to be more mindful (ex. avoiding blushing) and it is my intention to go back and edit previous chapters to be more inclusive; at the very least, I'll be tagging more descriptions if needed. Thanks for being patient with me as I learn and improve and as always for reading!

Series Masterlist

"How are you single?"

It’s not a serious question; you and Din have already shared your respective dating histories, including lessons of love lost, lessons learned, hopes renewed. You pose the question, completely unserious, an enthusiastic response to his suggestion that the two of you turn on the Korean dating show that you had been watching at the nail salon. You and Lala had gone to get your nails done after brunch, and Din stopped by to pick you up, bringing both you and Lala, and your manicurist, coffees. He patiently sat next to you as Mary polished your tips, and you and Lala chatted while watching the foreign language reality show the salon had selected. From the corner of your eye, you noticed that Din had become engrossed in the show as well, but never said anything. Apparently, since leaving the salon mid-episode, you’ve both been equally eager to find out who the contestants chose for their “Paradise” dates.

“Just your luck, I guess,” he quips, planting a quick kiss on your nose as you unlock your front door.

Al looks up from the couch as you come in, and deducing that you’re coming his way, decides he doesn’t need to dignify getting up for pets. Flopping down on the couch and vigorously rubbing your dog’s head, you turn on the TV and scroll to the part of the episode you were watching when your nail appointment ended.

Din throws his arm around you so he can give Al some scritches as well, and says, nonchalantly, “And I suppose there hasn’t been anyone that I thought would pass Boba’s inspection.”

“Boba’s inspection?” you exclaim, aghast.

“Well, no, not like an inspection, more like he likes to meet the people dating… well, really anyone in the family, to see if it’s a good… fit,” his voice trailing off at the end when he sees the horrified look on your face.

“I have to get a mob boss’ permission to date my boyfriend??!?!”

“I wouldn’t call it ‘permission’.”

You look pointedly at Din, “So like, his… approval?”

Din tries a different tactic, “I don’t know why you’re worried, pretty bird. How could he not love you? You’ll pass with flying colours.”

“Pass??! Is there a date set for this test?”

“… no?”

Sitting up straight, you tilt your head in annoyance, “Din Djarin.”

“Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to be my date to Boba’s birthday party gala in two weeks. It’s a big event, hundreds of people are invited, very formal, very fancy. I thought it might be a nice time for the two of you to meet.”

You don’t say anything, mind already swimming with anxiety.

“There will be dancing. Lots of dancing,” Din pokes at you, “and it’s a white party, so maybe you might like it if I took you shopping for a new dress?”

You make a silly face at Din, because you know he already expects your response, “No, no, I can pay for my own dress, Din. It’s formal… like black tie?”

Din can see your brain already switching to planning mode, “Yes, I think that’s what it’s called? I have to wear a white tuxedo jacket and a black bow tie.”

“Have to?”

“Yes, Fennec had a meeting with all the Mandos about dress code yesterday,” grimaces Din, “Just because you’re working the event doesn’t mean you will look like staff.”

You giggle. Din’s told you about Fennec Shand before; Boba had saved her from the brink of death after some coward shot her point blank in the stomach after a mugging. Boba had also tracked down the punk and made him pay tenfold while she was still in the hospital recovering from surgery; a surgery that Boba paid for. Once fully recovered, Fennec declared her intention to fulfill what she considered a blood debt, and became Boba’s right-hand woman as he rose to power. Fiercely loyal with a strategic mind that rivaled most army generals, she was the decisive and fearsome consigliere that Boba needed. She was also secretly, his wife. Din told you in confidence that Boba and Fennec had quietly fallen in love and married years ago, though few knew about it. Din only knew because his father had been the witness at the courthouse nuptials. Outwardly, they maintained the stoic, no nonsense appearance of boss and advisor for their own privacy and also for their protection, removing the temptation for anyone to use their relationship against them.

You have to admit, you’re sort of curious to see this dynamic for yourself. And the prospect of seeing Din in a tux holds its own special appeal. “Ok, let me see if any of the girls want to go dress shopping with me on Wednesday,” you pick up your phone and start typing as Din presses a loving kiss to your head.

You step out of the cab in front of the Coruscant Plaza Hotel, careful to gather the skirts of your dress so you don’t step on them as you make your way to the carpeted entrance of the hotel. As your heels touch the covered staircase, you drop the fabric and let the soft satin pool at your feet and flow outward as you walk towards the host at the podium. You give a little wave to Paz who’s standing sentry at the door before handing your invitation over to the man checking your name off the guest list; he uses a blacklight to reveal the invisible bar code on the back and scans it to finish your check in before welcoming you to the party. You immediately bound up the rest of the stairs to hug Paz.

“Looking good, Lil’ Lady,” says Paz, as he envelopes you in a big bear hug.

“Same, same to you,” you grin.

Due to the importance and scale of tonight’s event, Din’s help with security was required and you weren’t able to arrive together; in fact, you haven’t seen him all day, so by now, you’re vibrating with excitement to see him all dressed up, and for him to see you in your dress. Paz nudges you gently and whispers, “Turn right at the front desk and he’ll be in the big ballroom at the end of the hall.”

You give him a quick peck on the cheek as thanks, and tell him you’ll see him later as you head in. The lobby of the hotel is filled with people, all dressed beautifully and very on theme: the women in elegant and expensive looking white outfits and adorned with bright, sparkling accessories, the men all very dashing in white formalwear. You yourself have on a minimalist white satin gown, with a wide off the shoulder cuffed neckline; the pleating around the middle flatters your waistline before flaring out elegantly into a full skirt. The skirt is free flowing and light, concealing your favourite part: a mid-thigh slit that runs up the middle front; only on display when you’re moving swiftly, say, when dancing. It’s actually a wedding dress, but you won’t tell Din that. After describing to the girls what you were imagining for a dress, Rory had told you to just come down to her work as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which in retrospect, it probably was. No one aside from her closest friends and co-workers would be able to guess that the gruff and intimidating Rory was actually an incredibly successful bridal consultant, one of the most sought after in the city, in fact. Just from listening to you detail what you wanted once, she was able to pull the exact dress you’re wearing tonight from the rack, get you in for a fitting the next day, with the alterations done within the week. When you told Rory she was your hero, she had brushed it off like it was nothing, which to her it probably was; but to you, this dress is everything.

Din spots you before you spot him, such is the advantage of having the high ground. The ballroom is grand, easily accommodating a thousand people; half the room has been set-up with round dining tables with opulent centre pieces and fine dinnerware, ready for the guests to feast. The remaining half is left open for stand-up cocktails and schmoozing and for dancing later; at this end of the room there is live band playing light jazz at the base of a double staircase that leads up to the second floor. These symmetrical staircases connect at an elegantly railed landing that serves as the entry point for the second-floor mezzanine balcony that encircles and overlooks all of the ballroom below. It’s on this landing that Din currently stands, chatting with Boba, Fennec, Poe and his wife Lisa; Woves and Brian stand guard a little further behind, and although out of sight, Bo and Santos are also on the mezzanine, ensuring that no one tries to come in via the locked second floor entrance. From this vantage point, Boba can see everyone who comes in, who they’re with, and who they’re talking to, which is of course, the point.

When Din sees you, he feels the breath knocked out of his lungs by how stylish and stunning you look; to him, you're easily the most beautiful the woman in the room. He watches you stride effortlessly across the ballroom floor like you’re used to attending grand events every day, your dress floating around you in an almost dreamlike fashion, turning heads as you go by. The dress fits you perfectly. Your alluring curves accentuated by the garment’s simple design, enticing him even though you’re not showing much skin; save for the flash of leg that peeks out through a high slit that he’s only now noticing as you move through the crowd scanning for him. He can’t take his eyes off of you.

“Go to her and bring her up here with us,” says Boba, a knowing smile at seeing Din so awestruck. Din is gratified by Boba’s request, bringing a non-family member up to the private gathering normally a security risk he himself would advise against; Boba’s invitation is an extension of his trust and love for Din, and how eager he is to meet the woman Din is clearly besotted with. Just as Din heads down to collect you, you’re turning your pretty face up and smiling at the group. Poe has been waving enthusiastically, both of his arms gesturing wildly over his head, and you had caught the movement out of the corner of your eye, leading you to look to the top of the staircase. But it’s Din that holds your attention once you spot him.

He's wearing a white tuxedo jacket that’s fitted to his frame perfectly, sharply hugging his broad shoulders and hard chest. As dashing as this jacket and his pressed black dress pants make him look, it’s really his tousled curly hair falling across his forehead and slightly askew black bow tie that have you forgetting how to breathe for a moment. He’s a fucking dreamboat. When you make eye contact, a devastating smile spreads across his face, framed handsomely by his salt and pepper scruff. You don’t care how it looks to the dignified guests that are milling around the ballroom, you gather your skirts to pick the fabric off the ground and make hurry towards the staircase, so eager to be with him. Din sees you break out into a semi-jog and quickens his steps down the stairs to meet you, not wanting to wait a second longer than necessary to feel you in his arms.

You meet just two steps away from the bottom of the stairs, your arms flying up around Din’s neck, his hands meeting your waist; you’re lifted slightly as he gives you a little twirl before setting you down gently and pressing his lips to yours, “You look beautiful, pretty bird.” You beam at him and place both your hands on the sides of his face, running your thumbs through his facial hair that you love so much, “You’re a total knockout, Din.” He blushes a little at your compliment. Holding one of your hands above your head, he gives you a little spin, accompanied by a low whistle before offering up his arm for you to hold, “You’ve been invited up. Are you ready to meet Boba?”

A look of sheer panic flashes over your face before you take a deep breathe, compose yourself and take Din’s arm; he places his hand over yours and walks you up the stairs. You whisper, “What happens if he doesn’t like me? Do we have to break-up?”

“Yes,” Din whispers back, grinning.

You punch him in the shoulder with your free hand, and he laughs loudly but drops his voice to reassure you, “You don’t have anything to worry about, he’ll love you. I love you. Poe loves you. Look, he’s talking you up right now.”

You look up in horror, “I’m doomed.” Din leans over to kiss you and the two of you share a chuckle in this final private moment before reaching the landing.

Din makes the introductions and you shake hands with everyone except Poe who gives you a big hug; you try not to let his hug linger and give his wife what you hope is a friendly smile.

Boba is… impressive.

Size wise, he’s shorter than Din, roughly the same height as Poe, but he’s… solid. Built like a rugby player; you can tell he’s a wall of muscle under his tuxedo and he has the presence of a man who dominates and commands. More than that, he exudes a quiet but authoritative charisma and carries himself like a man that’s listened to. What strikes you the most though is the resting expression of his face. He seems weathered. Experienced. And his eyes are wise but not unkind. When his face finally changes, it’s to an expression of curiosity, which shouldn’t seem intimidating, but somehow is. Like he’s studying you, trying to find the answer to a question you didn't know was asked, and you somehow know that whatever answer he arrives at will be acknowledged as truth. The thing about Boba that makes you the most nervous though, is not any of this, and not even that he’s a mob boss (something you don’t think you really understand anyways), but it’s that he is a father-like figure to Din. This is a man who helped raised Din. He trusts Din and Din trusts him. He’s a big part of who Din is today. And yet, these very same thoughts are also the ones that calm you, and immediately endear him to you.

With a rush of warmth towards the man, you wish Boba a very happy birthday, and shyly produce a small gift box from your purse, no bigger than a ring box. Din is surprised, as is Boba; gifts aren’t expected from guests, but when they are given (and many do give), they’re usually opulent and extravagant, often monetary in nature. Din didn’t know you had prepared anything. Amused, Boba lifts the lid of the box and pulls out a small jade figurine.

“Din told me that you rescue pit bulls, so I had this carved from some jade that I’ve held on to for something special. Some say jade protects and heals, promotes balance and harmony, so I thought it might be nice for your birthday,” you finish, uncharacteristically timid. Din is looking at you with astonishment and something close to veneration.

Boba holds up the little dog figurine to the light and admires it; Fennec leans over to look at it too and says, almost with wonder, “Looks like Mochi.”

“It really does.”

You nod, “Din showed me a picture of your dogs. Mochi is the littlest one? The white one? I asked them to use him as reference.”

“Mochi is the smallest, but he’s been with me the longest,” says Boba fondly, “Took him out of a fighting pit myself. Scrappy little guy. Total love bug.”

Boba looks at the carving wistfully for a moment longer before placing it gently back in the small box and placing it in his pocket; his eyes are bit shiny when he holds out his arms to you, “Thank you, my dear. I love it.” You look over Boba’s shoulder as you embrace him and see Din smiling brightly at you. Boba invites you stay on the landing with the group, and you find yourself becoming more and more charmed by the man. He asks you about Al, Din clearly having shared some information about you, and you bond further over your mutual love of dogs. He takes great joy in pointing out interesting guests filtering into the ballroom below; you’re dizzy from the caliber of the guests: there’s the mayor and several city council members, the chief of police, bankers, partners from big law and financial firms (Do you see your boss’ boss’ boss?!), several members of the city’s professional baseball and hockey teams, and you think you even catch a glimpse of a few pop stars. Poe has stories about every notable guest and regales your group non-stop so you’re all laughing, even Lisa.

When it grows close to the dinner hour, Boba sees Paz standing at the foot of the stairs and announces that it’s time for him to go down and hobnob with a few guests before food service starts; as he, Poe, and Din move to descend to the main floor, Din places his hands gently on your face and leans in to tenderly kiss you, letting you know he has to go with Boba, and asks if you’re okay to stay here with Lisa. You nod, just now remembering that Din is working tonight.

You and Lisa chat amiably as the men weave through the crowd, Boba glad handling guests and making everyone feel welcome. When you feel like she’s warming up to you a bit, you tell Lisa how nervous you were to meet Boba, and her expression softens, “You’re doing totally fine, hun. Honestly, when he saw Din running down to you, it was a done deal. Boba loves Din like a son. Poe loves him like a brother. We haven’t seen Din this happy in a long time.” You smile gratefully at her, feeling yourself getting emotional. This cinches it for Lisa and she decides to take you under her wing, pointing out some of the other guests the men hadn’t mentioned earlier and giving you the tea on the whose who of the family, how they’re related, if they’re related, past and present petty feuds, and tidbits of any scandal. You’re having so much fun, the two of you gossiping and giggling like old schoolmates, you don’t even notice that Din has returned until his strong arms wrap around your waist and his scruff is tickling you behind your ear as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Come on, pretty bird, it’s time to eat.”

You turn to head down the stairs, but Din chuckles and takes your hand, leading you towards the mezzanine, “You eat up here with us, baby.”

Hidden second floor doors are opened to reveal several large but intimately set rooms, all interconnected, each hosting beautifully set dining tables and fully staffed bars. People that you assume are close friends of Boba or somehow part of the Fett family (you try very hard to correctly recall the details of everything Lisa shared with you) file in and greet each other like old friends before selecting their seats. Boba holds court at a large table at the centre of the room you’re in, laughing joyously and raising his glass over and over as Fennec sits poker-faced by his side. You sit at a table with Din, Poe, Lisa, Paz and a few guys that Poe seems to know well. Always appreciative of a familiar face, you wave when you see the other Mandos standing guard, or filtering in and out the rooms and between tables, and you hope they get a chance to eat too. The food is incredible, Boba truly spared no expense; delicious plates of appetizers, salad, pasta, grilled meats, seafood keep appearing, a never-ending parade of delicacies. When you see poor Jimmy practically drooling at the T-bone that Poe leaves untouched on his plate, you take to buttering some bread and slipping the rolls to the Mandos that walk by. Dinner is lovely, the company and conversation is lively; you really couldn’t feel more comfortable, especially with Din non-stop doting on you.

When the main dinner service is finished and the dessert carts start making their rounds, you hear the music downstairs kick up in volume and finally, the hungry Mandos take turns sitting down at your table shoveling food into their mouths from plates piled high. The atmosphere is relaxed, the mood of everyone in these private rooms is festive and merry, though lowkey compared to the wild sounds of partying you can hear floating up from below. Full and proud of yourself for having not spilled on your white dress, you’re tapping your spoon on the top of your crème brulé when you feel, rather than see Din stiffen next to you; the hand that had found the slit of your dress, pressing down on your thigh where it had been casually resting.

“Pretty bird, get down,” he whispers. To your eye, there’s nothing amiss with the scene, you see a few people standing around the room chatting, drinks in hand. Several people are at the bar, others lounging back in their chairs or milling in between rooms. Everyone is smiling and looking like they’re having a great time… wait, not everyone…

You slide off your chair down to your knees the second that Din requests, never questioning him, and he immediately yells, “GET DOWN!” Din and Paz stand in unison and move as one unit, years of partnership and trust kicking in as they wordlessly communicate where the danger is and what needs to be done. Every Mando in the room moves a split second later, following their fearless leaders in flawlessly executing maneuvers to identify, subdue, protect without any verbal commands to do so. Paz heads straight for Boba, with Jimmy, Woves and Bo following; the shooter gets one shot off just as Paz tackles him to the ground, puts up a futile effort to wrestle for the gun before the submitting to the Mandos that pin him to the ground. The second shooter doesn’t even get that far, not even raising his arm to shoot before Din takes him out from behind; Din’s elbows and fists make quick work of the intruder, bringing him crashing to his knees before Din’s strength forces him to release the gun with a yelp. Din swiftly kicks the gun away before restraining the gunman on the floor, knee on his back, arms held and secured. The whole thing is over in a manner of seconds, no one screams and the party downstairs doesn’t even register the gunshot, music still playing loud and uninterrupted.

Din looks over at you, panting as he pulls the offender to his feet; you give Din a little nod and what you hope are soft eyes to let him know you’re okay. You see the relief in his eyes before he starts to haul the struggling man out of the room, following Paz and the other Mandos. You’ve never seen him in action before and frankly… it was extraordinary. Sure, you’ve seen Din spar in the ring at the gym, but that was nothing compared to the display of speed, determination and force that you just saw. The way he knew exactly what to do and wasted no movement, every strike and application of strength purposeful and effective, and even the way he sensed that something was wrong before anyone else did, you can see why Din had been Boba’s top enforcer for so many years. You find yourself filled with awe and pride.

After helping Lisa to her feet and leaving her with an amped up Poe, you hurry over to Boba’s side when you see a red stain blossoming on his upper left shirt sleeve, “Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry, dear. It’s just a scratch,” he smiles when he sees your dubious look.

Fennec reappears with a first aid kit in her hand, but doesn’t sit or open the kit.

“You can go with the Mandos, I know you want to,” says Boba softly.

Fennec hesitates, eyes shifting between Boba’s arm and the doorway through which the Mandos had dragged the would-be assassins, torn.

You hold out your hands for the kit and volunteer supportively, “I can help.”

Boba gives Fennec a small nod, and she cautiously hands you the first aid kit before leaving to join the Mandos.

Opening the kit to see what you’re working with, you say to Boba with a little bit of embarrassment, “I think we’ll have to get that arm out of your shirt.”

To your surprise, Boba nods and then proceeds to rip the sleeve clean off of his shirt with his other hand, leaving his bleeding arm bare.

“Well, I guess that’s one way to do it,” you chuckle. Finding an unused dinner napkin still folded in its pretty crown shape, you wet it with water from the pitcher on the table. “I’m just going to clean away all the blood first, sorry if it stings,” you say as you hold up the cloth to Boba’s arm.

“No worries, darling girl. I’ve had worse.”

“Oh, I bet. Are people always trying to kill you?” you ask in what you hope is a teasing voice.

“Probably. But the Mandos don’t let usually them get this close,” ponders Boba, “Din and Paz have trained them very well.” You smile at this, and when Boba sees the proud look you have on your face, he smiles back too, “Whoever did this took advantage of the party, the crowd, everyone having a good time.” You nod as you lean back to survey the wound now that all the excess blood has been cleaned off. It’s not too bad, a graze, really. A deep graze, but it doesn’t look like it needs stitches. It needs a good cleaning, some pressure and then you think a thick covering of gauze should stop it from bleeding through to Boba’s white dinner jacket. You let Boba know the game plan as you open an antiseptic wipe, “This is going to sting for sure.”

“I’ll be fine, thank you. You’re quite adept at this. Does Din have you stitch him up?”

Lightly laughing, you shake your head, “No, he doesn’t really like me to see him hurt. I think he thinks I have a tender heart.”

Nodding with an air of understanding, Boba says gently, “I think you do. That’s what makes you a good match for the boy. He doesn’t look it, but Din has a tender heart, too.”

You look up at him and beam at that, “He really does. I feel like he’s always taking care of other people. He takes such good care of me. I’m still getting used to it, to be honest.” You finish with the wipe and open a large-size sterile gauze pad to place over the wound, “Put some pressure on that please.”

While you wait for the bleeding to stop, you look around the room. It’s fairly empty now; most of the Mandos left earlier of course, leaving only a few still standing guard (Brian, Woves, Iggy), but the remainder of the guests seemed to have filtered out as well, putting some distance between themselves and the incident, rejoining the party that you can hear is still in full swing.

“Do you really think I’m a good match for Din?” You’re not sure why you’re asking a man you barely know for his opinion on your relationship, except that you know this man means a great deal to the man that you love.

Boba looks thoughtful at your question, “Din’s a natural leader, he’s strategic, good at understanding the nature of people and seeing the big picture. In our line of business, this can be an asset but also spell trouble, or at least lead to people handling power very poorly. But not Din, he never sought power. Too selfless. He’s always put family first, and understood that being the head of the pack just means taking care of the pack. Not a lot of men would have given up their position in an organization like ours to take care of their father, but for Din it was a no brainer – he’s always taking care of others."

"His father and I used to always worry if it was possible for Din to meet someone who was just as selfless as him, who would take care of him equally and ease some of the burden he takes upon himself being responsible for so many others – or if he would ultimately settle for quite happily taking care of his partner like he does so many others.”

You can’t help it, a few tears prick the corner of your eyes. Yes, Boba is describing your Din to a T; your Din, always being the giver, the caretaker, the protector, and not expecting or requiring the same treatment back. A tear escapes and rolls down your face and you look down to brush it away quickly under the guise of looking through the first aid kit for the gauze wrap.

When you look back at Boba to remove his hand from his wound, he’s smiling at you and your poor attempt to conceal your emotions, “Yes, I think you’re the former. Yes, I think you’re a good match for him.”

Welp, that does it. Your tears spill over, fast and overflowing so that you cannot wipe them away quickly enough while pressing a new pad to the wound and wrapping it to Boba’s arm with the gauze roll. So you don’t. You just smile softly while focusing your attention on dressing Boba’s wound, letting the tears slow and fall more gently down your cheeks. “Thank you,” you say in a quiet voice.

“No, thank you,” returns the older man, just as quietly and you know he means for more than bandaging him up.

You’re just securing the ends of the gauze when Din bursts back into the room; he must have been expecting a different scene than what he comes upon, because he instantly relaxes when he takes in the quiet room, only to become alarmed at the sight of your tear-stained cheeks.

“What’s the matter, pretty bird?” Din looks so concerned as he kneels down beside you, you can’t help as a few more tears fall at the sight of him being so caring and protective, exemplifying what you and Boba had just been discussing. You try to give him a reassuring smile, “Everything is fine. Well maybe not Boba’s arm, but it should be soon.” Din looks up to find the mob boss giving him a similar smile, “What do you have for me?”

Din stands up and leans in to whisper into Boba’s ear. You don’t hear what he says, but you catch Boba muttering, “Crymorah?” while furrowing his brow in confusion. Din steps back when he’s done, “Fennec’s still in there. They’re ready for you.”

Boba gets up and you do as well, instinctively you grab his tuxedo jacket from the back of his chair and hold it up for him; he slips it on easily, though you can tell it’s not without some pain.

He pulls his lapels taught and puffs his chests out, looking at you, “How do I look, my dear?”

He’s trying to make you laugh, and it’s working, “Absolutely ferocious. Blood-thirsty. Not at all shot.” Your eyes shining with mischief.

“Perfect.” Boba gives your arm a little squeeze, then nods to Din, “You two go back and enjoy the remainder of the party. Keep an eye on the perimeter, and let anyone know who’s asking that I’ll be out to rejoin the party in 20 minutes. And above all… have fun.” After Boba exits with Woves and Brian, Din sweeps you up into his arms and rests his head against your forehead, “Are you really okay, baby? Why are you crying?”

You tell the truth, “Boba and I were just talking about what a good guy you are.”

“A mob boss telling my girlfriend that his former head enforcer is a good guy? I don’t know if that’s a reliable source,” jokes Din.

“I dunno,” you say, unable to bite back a grin, “he seems like one of those trustworthy mob bosses.”

“You like him,” Din marvels.

“I do. He’s kind. Like you,” you smile adoringly up at Din as the two of you start to head back to the party.

Before you descend the stairs, Din turns you towards him, placing his hands affectionately on either side of your face and leans in so you can hear him over the music, “Pretty bird, how are you feeling about what happened? I know you must have been scared.”

You close your eyes and tilt your head up for a kiss, which Din happily obliges. When you open your eyes, you’re nothing but honest, “I think I should have been. But I wasn’t really. You told me to get down, you took care of me and even though I didn’t know what was happening, I knew I was safe because you were there. Din. You were incredible. How did you move so fast? And you took care of that guy like it was nothing. He never even stood a chance.”

Din blushes at your praise, and rubs his hand on the back of his neck, bashful, “Was lucky. Don’t move as fast as I used to.”

You won’t let him have any of that, “Luck had nothing to do with it. You were in total control of the situation the moment you sensed something was up. You were… magnificent, Din.” You exhale and look at him with admiration your eyes. Din feels overcome, your praise means everything – even though you had an idea of what he did as a Mando, he had secretly feared that you would recoil from the type of violence he saw regularly if you were to ever encounter it yourself, or worse, recoil from him if you saw him inflict it. But here you are, telling him he makes you feel safe and not letting him brush over his capabilities and skill. He pulls you in for a deep kiss, not ever wanting to part his lips from yours, imploring you to open your mouth to his so he can show his appreciation for you, and how you understand and love all of him, through the way his tongue worships you.

*Woooooooooo!!*

Breaking apart, you look down to see Poe and Lisa grinning up at you from the bottom of the stairs, Poe cheering and Lisa waving her hands at the two of you to come down and join the party. Laughing, you and Din readily join in the fun and dance to the fast tempo number and the next and next, the incident upstairs pushed to the back of your mind.

Later, after Boba has come down to rejoin the party, and Fennec and the Mandos having reappeared to mill around the perimeter of the ballroom, you sway in Din’s arms to a slow song, tired; Din whispers in your ear, “See, told you Boba would love you. Everyone loves you.”

“Not everyone,” you murmur.

“Oh really? Name one person who doesn’t like you.”

“Ummm… that guy in the grey suit who spilled coffee all over himself at the coffeeshop the day we met.”

“Hmmm yeah, ok, that guy. You know, if I ever see that guy again…”

You rest your chin on his chest and look up at Din, eyes twinkling.

“…I’m going to buy him a coffee and give him the biggest thank you. If it wasn’t for him, we might not have ever met.”

Snuggling back into his chest, you nod, “If you can catch him. He’d probably run, road runner style if he ever saw you again.”

“Was I very scary that day?”

“A beast. Terrifying. A Mythosaur come to life,” you chide, but soften at Din’s imploring face, “but not to me. I knew immediately I was safer with you there, even though I didn’t know you yet. I never told you that?”

“Never. I’m glad you felt that way. I’m always going to keep you safe, pretty bird. I love you so much.”

“I know, Din. Love you, too.” You close your eyes and nestle back into his chest, enjoying the music and the strong flex of the arms holding you.

#din djarin #din djarin fic #din djarin fanfiction #modern!din djarin #modern au #din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x you #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #no y/n

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ladyxskywalker · 3 years

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February 2022, pt. 1

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

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✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

STAR WARS

✨ Anakin Skywalker

Hands Like Home by @forcemeanakin (jedi!gn!reader)

✨️ Armitage Hux

Drapetomania by @mylifeisactuallyamess (f!reader) **

✨ Boba Fett

Arise, Ascend (series) by @zinzinina (f!reader) **

Beskar Clad by @clydesducktape (twi’lek!gn!reader) **

Dinek (series) by @clydesducktape (tbobf) (twi’lek!f!reader)

Missed You A little, Missed You A lot (pt. 1) (pt. 2) by @thefact0rygirl (tbobf) (vet!gn!reader)

Mysterious Man (pt. 4) (series) ; pt. 5 ; & Valentine's Day Surprise by @aerynwrites (mob boss!boba) (f!reader) **

You Are Beautiful by @dreamlandcreations (tbobf) (gn!reader)

✨ Cobb Vanth

Your Eyes, My Skin by @floraandfrost (din djarin x cobb vanth) **

✨ Din Djarin

A Bold Proposition by @flightlessangelwings (din x f!reader x cobb vanth) **

Bacta Bonding by @absurdthirst (tbobf) (f!reader) **

Burning Hour (series) by @juletheghoul (knight!din) (princess!f!reader) **

Cottagecore Din (series) by @flora-screeches (f!reader) **

Darkroom Din (series) by @honestly-shite (photographer!din) (f!reader) **

Death by Chocolate by @skvatnavle (valentine’s day) (modern au) (gn!reader)

Grogu’s Teacher; pt. 2 by @firstofficerwiggles (f!reader)

Hard Candy by @ezrasbirdie (sex pollen) (bodyguard!din) (f!reader) **

Inner Circle by @againstacecilia (bar, alcohol) (modern au) (f!reader) **

It Reminded Me of You by @triptuckers (tw:blood, injuries) (gn!reader)

Keep Going by @a-reader-and-a-writer (whump) (tw:pain, death) (gn!reader)

‘Kissing Din Djarin’ by @rosethornxs (gn!reader)

Reunion by @letterfromvienna (tbobf) (f!reader) **

Safe and Secure by @flightless-angelwings (afab!reader) **

Shah-tezh and Keldabe Kisses by @pettyprocrastination (mandalor!din) (fake consort!reader)

Sensitive by @lightsinthedistancee (tbobf) (gn!reader)

Serve Your Queen by @toomanystoriessolittletime (madalor!din) (queen!mando!f!reader) **

Simple and Clean by @writeforfandoms (soulmate au) (gn!reader)

Slope by @clydesducktape (a/b/o) (alpha!din) (omega!gn!reader) **

Supernova by @ezrasbirdie (daddy kink) (f!reader) **

The Boss by @autumnleaves1991-blog (modern au) (f!reader) **

The Devotion of A Jedi by Sadie1902 (ao3) (tbobf) (din djarin x luke skywalker)

The Return of the Mandalorian by @absurdthirst co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers (tbobf) (f!reader) **

Three Little Words by @saradika (f!reader) **

prompt – ‘Tough Day…’ by @againstacecilia (gn!reader) **

Weakness by @flightless-angelwings (afab!reader) **

Where Others Gave You Scars ; pt. 2 by @ezrasbirdie (tbobf) (plus size!f!reader) **

Wizard by @letterfromvienna (tbobf) (gn!reader) **

✨ Grogu

Grogu’s Choice by @wisechaosglitter (tbobf)

✨ Kylo Ren

Langue (Manger le Grossier) (series) by @clydesducktape (hannibal au) (gn!reader) **

Namestealer by @themuseic (myth/fantasy au) (ben solo, kylo ren, snoke)

Of Football and Half Time Distractions by Zoa (ao3) (modern au) (ben solo x rey) **

✨ Luke Skywalker

A Lie You Tell Yourself by @tsaomengde (luke & grogu) (tbobf)

I Made This For You by @triptuckers (gn!reader)

✨ Obi Wan Kenobi

‘Affections’ by @profkenobi (f!reader) **

Anywhere But Here by calmersky (ao3) (ofc) **

Does Not Suffice by @zinzinina (f!reader) **

Guilt, pt. 2 by @hellotherekenobi (f!reader)

I Noticed by @triptuckers (gn!reader)

So Much Like His Father by @star-whores-a-new-hoe (obi wan, baby luke) (gn!reader)

Too Old For This Sort of Thing by @spotchka (valentine’s day) (commander cody x obi wan)

prompt – ‘I’m so proud of you’ by @andsheloved (gn!reader)

Uhtceare by @amidalaraan (f!reader)

✨ Paz Vizsla

A Little Piece of Heaven (series) by @maybege (biker!paz) (teacher!f!reader) **

Slow Hands by @corrupt-fvcker (afab!reader)

Sunday Morning by @corrupt-fvcker (f!reader)

✨ Poe Dameron

Do It Yourself by @the-little-ewok (gn!reader)

Dream Come True by @anaaaispunk (prince!poe, handmaiden!f!reader) (pregnancy) **

No More Wasted Time ; pt. 2 by @againstacecilia (f!reader) **

Priority Request by @writercole (gn!reader)

There’s Enough Room for Both of Us by @triptuckers (gn!reader)

The Son of Shara by @mariesackler (gn!reader)

Until the Stars Burn Out by @againstacecilia (gn!reader)

Working Up the Courage by @writefightandflightclub (gn!reader)

Dank Farrik Prompt Game – ‘starfighter’ & ‘proud’ by @justrunamok (poe, kess dameron)

✨ TBB Clonetrooper Tech

Rain by @studioramekin (gn!reader)

ROGUE ONE

✨ Bodhi Rook

Blooming by @uwingdispatch (chronically ill, gn!reader)

Relief in Winter by @uwingdispatch (chronically ill, gn!reader)

Taking Care by @uwingdispatch (hospital setting) (chronically ill, gn!reader)

Moments of Peace by @uwingdispatch (chronically ill, gn!reader)

✨ Cassian Andor

This Heart and Yours by @uwingdispatch (chronically ill, gn!reader)

Nights Spent Tender by @uwingdispatch (chronically ill, gn!reader)

prompt – on a mission together but can’t stand each other by @youhavemysaber (gn!reader)

TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

BFF Benny, Hot Ones; Crush (Universe) by @rayslittlekitten (gn!reader)

Frustration by @anaaaispunk (f!reader) **

It Takes Two (series) by @cowboystokes (marry me au) (black!f!reader)

Nebula Blue by @ayrusss (bar, alcohol) (f!reader)

Simple Delights by @artemiseamoon (neighbor au) (f!reader)

✨ Frankie Morales

Charmed by @clydesducktape (valentine’s day) (magical!baker au) (gn!reader)

Deal of the Day by @writefightandflightclub (gn!reader)

Down Payment (series) by @jedi-mando (ofc) **

First Look by @theewokingdead (wedding day) (tw:marriage, children) (f!reader)

Frankie Morales Masterlist by @clydesducktape

Nothing, & Everything by @hopeamarsu (frankie x benny)

Second Chances by @marvelousmermaid (tw:mental health, grief) (gn!reader)

✨ Santiago Garcia

Once More With Feelings by @writefightandflightclub (f!reader)

Under Covers ; pt. 2 by @youvebeenlivingfictional (gn!reader) **

prompt – ‘pressing a kiss onto the other’s hair’ & ‘playing with the other’s fingers’ by @dailyreverie (gn!reader)

✨ Will Ironhead Miller

Exactly What I Needed by @artemiseamoon (black!f!reader)

In The Pale Moonlight (pt. 2) by @hopeamarsu (poly relationship) (will x f!reader x frankie)

Spring (Pioneer Will universe) by @frannyzooey (pioneer!will) (f!reader) (tw: pregnancy, children) **

Super Bowls, Beers & Fears by @dailydragon08 (super bowl party au) (gn!reader)

Wanna Be (series) by @rayslittlekitten (f!reader)

✨ Triple Frontier Guys

https://artemiseamoon.tumblr.com/post/670403843202367488/tf-boys-x-f-reader-curvy-to-plus-short

The Firehouse by @artemiseamoon (firefighter au) (curvy, plus size, short!f!reader) **

[fic recs continued over on pt. 2 !]

#star wars fanficiton #the mandalorian fanfiction #tbobf fanfiction #rogue one fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pxk fic recs 💫#inspired by thefact0rygirl 💞

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dreamlandcreations · 3 years

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Decisions, decisions...

So this fic @bobafetts-princess has left me with ideas about Tattooed!Biker!Boba Fett

and this post @maybege (for some reason) made me think of Mob Boss!Boba Fett x lawyer!Reader,

then that train of thought turned back to the fic and Tattooed!Biker!Boba Fett x lawyer!Reader came into the picture...

So I don't know which one should I go with 🤔

P.S.: if you don't want to be tagged in this post, let me know

#wip update #update #boba fett #boba x reader #fic rec (sort of)#wip stuff

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viastro · 4 years

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nobody knows | choi seungcheol

ミ★ synopsis: in which seungcheol is ordered to kill you, the secret daughter of his boss’s rival.

ミ★ genre: mafia!au, assassin!seungcheol, suspense, humor, fluff, some angst

ミ★ warnings: minor character death, mentions of blood and vomit

ミ★ word count: 7,264

ミ★ pairings: seungcheol x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! it’s been a long time since i’ve written a oneshot, and i definitely did not mean for this to be as long as it is. it’s almost as long as daises omg. i haven’t put out a oneshot in a long time because i was dedicating so much time into finishing remember us, which i did ! so now i’ll be trying to write oneshots as much as i used to :D i’m not really a big fan of how this turned out but i hope you guys enjoy it ! i didn’t wanna scrap it just because i didn’t know how to fix it, so i hope it’s okay <3

“Changwoo has a daughter?” Sunghoon nods his head at the question, smirk taking over his features at this newfound information he’s been given. He glances at his personal assassin.

“I need you to kill her Cheol, as a means to show Changwoo that he shouldn’t harm what’s mine.”

Seungcheol stares at his boss, knowing that he’s been angry about Changwoo killing his right hand man a few months ago. Having this information on his supposed daughter could either make things worse for the two rivals, or make the other mob boss back off. However, Seungcheol doesn’t get a say in these decisions. He can never choose to save anyone Sunghoon orders him to kill, even though he may want to. All he can say is,

“Of course, sir.”

“Thank you! Have a good day.” You say cheerfully, waving goodbye to the customer as they walk out the door, boba in hand. You let out a sigh once the door closes, placing your hands on the edge of the counter to close your eyes for a moment.

“Yn, are you okay?” Opening your eyes, you look up to see your father’s bodyguard staring at you with a bit of concern laced in his features. You nod your head, giving him a thumbs up.

“Just a bit tired Wonwoo, but I’m okay. I stayed up too late last night watching dramas again.” You joke, giving Wonwoo a bright smile to try and lessen his worry. He lets out a soft grin, shaking his head at you. “You should be sleeping earlier when you know that you have a shift the next day.”

You shrug, “I know, but the drama was getting spicy. I highly recommend it’s okay to not be okay.”

Wonwoo chuckles, telling you he’ll check it out when you guys get home. With that, he turns and walks back over to his table, where he will sit for the rest of your shift as it is his job to protect you when you’re out.

You don’t know why your father even sends Wonwoo to be with you when you have your shift, or why he cares in the first place. You live in a different house than him, he doesn’t visit you at your apartment, the only time he goes out of his way to speak to you is when it’s your birthday. And even then, it’s just a short phone call.

He’s made it his, thing, to push you away the moment your mother passed when you were in high school. You know of his lifestyle, you know how he earns money, and you know that more than half of South Korea fears him. You may be the heir to one of the largest mafia bosses in South Korea, but you have made it clear you want nothing to do with that life. Your father knows that as well, but he decided to take it a step further and just pretend you don’t even exist.

But he gave you your freedom, as long as Wonwoo is by your side to make sure you’re safe. No one knows of your identity, there’s no knowledge of your father even having a child, but he still wants that extra protection on you. That’s why when you decided to move out of the house and into an apartment, he had Wonwoo go with you.

He’s been with you for the last three years, even going to your on-campus classes. Wonwoo’s become the talk of the town with the ladies and gents there if we’re being honest. He’s not that much older than you, he has about three years over your head. He started working for your father as a drug runner, then he slowly rose up the ranks when it was discovered that he’s incredibly good with a gun and does martial arts.

And that’s how you’re here now. At your shift with Wonwoo waiting at the table he always stays at when you work. Perfectly safe and sound.

Or so you thought.

“Do you have a picture of his daughter?” Mingyu asks, taking a sip of water as him and Seungcheol sit in the car in front of the boba shop you work at. Seungcheol nods his head, handing Mingyu the file so that he can look at it.

“Jesus Christ, this photo looks like it was taken ten years ago.” Mingyu mutters, looking at a very young version of you. It’s blurry as well, making it hard for him to get a good look at your features. Seungcheol lets out a sigh, squinting through the tinted car windows to try and look into the shop. “That’s because it was taken ten years ago. No one has seen her since then.”

“What if she’s cute now? She’s just a couple years younger than you.” Mingyu asks, wiggling his eyebrows jokingly. Seungcheol turns his head and looks at his colleague/best friend, giving him a bored expression. “Did you forget that my mission is to kill her?”

Mingyu shrugs, turning his head to glance out the window. “No, I remember.”

“Then why did you ask such a ridiculous question? You know our line of work Mingyu, can’t have anyone in our lives that can make us vulnerable.” Seungcheol reminds the younger, and he nods. Mingyu just stares quietly out the window, feeling slightly upset by the reminder of the life that they live.

Seungcheol looks at Mingyu for a moment, knowing that he doesn’t enjoy this lifestyle. Didn’t want to get dragged into it, but was desperate for money. Now he’s in too deep, and there’s no signs of getting out of it until he’s older and not of use anymore. Seungcheol can say that he’s the same, except the only way he can get out of this business is for him to die, or to kill his boss and take over. However, he’d never do the latter, no matter how much he wants to.

“Let’s get going now.” Seungcheol states, opening the door and stepping out of the car without another word on the subject. Mingyu lets out a sigh, opening the door to the car and hopping out. He follows after Seungcheol, shoving his phone in his pocket as they walk into the small boba shop.

You turn around at the sound of the bells from the door, about to flash a big smile at the customers that walked in, only to feel your breath get caught in your throat when you lock eyes with the blonde haired man.

His eyes are a deep brown. It’s the first thing you notice about him, and you can’t seem to find yourself backing down from his intense stare. In fact, you don’t want to, and Seungcheol raises an eyebrow at that.

“It’s definitely her.” Mingyu mutters under his breath, pretending that he’s telling Seungcheol what he wants to order. However, his friend doesn’t answer him. Mingyu opens his mouth to repeat what he said, only to turn his head to find Seungcheol staring directly back at you with a glint in his eyes that he can’t seem to decipher.

“Yn, it’s time for your break.” You snap out of the intense staring contest with the handsome man when Chanhee steps out from the back, preparing to take over for you. You give him a smile, “Thanks Chanhee.”

“Of course yn. Oh, by the way, are you going to get food from next door?” You purse your lips as you think for a moment, before shrugging. “I don’t see why not.”

“Great, can you get me the greek fries? I’ll pay you back.” You laugh, reaching out and patting your pink haired coworker, giving him a thumbs up.

Seungcheol watches the whole interaction in a dazed state, and Mingyu is left standing beside him incredibly confused. Mingyu’s never seen Seungcheol like this before, usually when they’re out on a job he’s stoic and swift. However, Seungcheol just stands there staring as you turn back around to glance at him, giving him a small smile before walking into the breakroom. Now out of sight.

“Are you oka-”

“We can’t kill her.” Seungcheol murmurs, turning to look at Mingyu with a serious expression on his face. Mingyu’s eyes widen at the absurd confession, one that he never thought he’d hear Seungcheol make. “I beg your pardon?”

“We can’t-”

“Are you guys ready to order?” Chanhee asks the two with a grin on his face, and they immediately change their attitudes, flashing the man a smile. Mingyu walks up to the counter first, looking up at the menu before beginning to order. “Yes. I’ll have the hokkaido milk tea.”

All while Wonwoo watches from the table, eyeing Seungcheol suspiciously as he drinks the fruit tea you made him.

“Hi! Welcome to Tsukki Tea!” You greet cheerfully, looking up from the register to see the handsome man from a week before. Your eyes widen slightly, and the blonde haired man tilts his head at you.

“Are you ready to order?” You ask slowly, unable to look away from his face. You didn’t comprehend how handsome he was at his last visit due to you having to go on your break, but now that you’re getting a good look at him, he’s incredibly attractive.

“I’ll have the brown sugar milk tea.” The blonde says, and you feel your knees wobble at his deep voice. You nod your head, putting his order into the system as you hear your heart beat rapidly within your chest.

“Your friend isn’t with you today?” You ask as he pays for the drink, initiating small talk. He freezes slightly, glancing up at you, “Huh?”

“Your friend. The really tall one from last week, I noticed he wasn’t with you today.” You explain, a nervous smile appearing on your face due to how much you regret asking him the question. He lets out an, ah, before shaking his head.

“He has work today so I came on my own.” He answers, giving you a reassuring smile, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks at the pretty sight. You immediately glance back down at the touchscreen, ripping his receipt and holding it out towards the handsome man.

“Can I have a name for your order?” You ask, and he gives you a grin. “My name is Seungcheol.”

You nod your head, writing his name down on the cup. You can’t help but think that his name is pretty as well, quietly muttering it to yourself as you put the cap back onto the pen. Seungcheol notices this, and bites the inside of his cheek, thinking of how precious you are.

“Your order will be ready shortly.” You tell him, and Seungcheol nods his head. He walks over to an empty table, sitting down and pulling out his phone to check his messages.

Seungcheol told Sunghoon that he needed some time to scope you out. To understand your schedule, and find out when you’re alone. He was lucky that his boss believed it, but what he doesn’t know is that Seungcheol isn’t doing any of that.

The assassin just wants to get to know you.

When Seungcheol told Mingyu the first day they saw you that he can’t kill you, Mingyu didn’t believe him. He thought it was just from lack of sleep, or he was just pranking him. However, he came to find out that it wasn’t from either of those reasons at all. That Seungcheol was serious.

“You’re never like this Cheol, why can’t you kill her? It’s never been hard for you before.” Mingyu says, taking a sip from his boba as they drive back to headquarters. Seungcheol just stares silently out the window, biting his finger as he thinks of why he can’t kill you.

He doesn’t have an answer to that.

“I haven’t found the answer yet.” Seungcheol simply responds, and Mingyu turns to glance at him with a flabbergasted expression on his face.

“WHAT?!”

“I’ll figure it out along the way.” Seungcheol mutters, still wondering why his heartbeat quickens when he thinks of your bright smile. Mingyu just scoffs, leaning back into the driver’s seat.

“I know that I said she might be cute and insinuated that you fall in love with her, but it was absolutely a joke. What if the boss finds out that you aren’t actually going to kill her?” Mingyu asks, and Seungcheol purses his lips at the reminder. He lets out a sigh, frowning as he thinks of an excuse to give him.

“I got it.”

“Do you?”

“Probably not.”

“Seungcheol!”

Wonwoo glares at the mysterious man from across the shop, wondering what his intentions are with you. He tilts his head to the side, glancing back at his phone while he wonders why the name Seungcheol seems so familiar to him.

You take the finished boba out from the machine that adds the plastic seal, walking over to the counter. You grab a straw and place it on top of the lid, “Order for Seungcheol!”

The man in question turns towards you at the call of his name, letting out a small smile. He stands up from the table, walking over to you and gratefully taking the boba.

“I hope you enjoy it, Seungcheol.” You say softly, and he takes notice of the twinkle in your gaze.

“What’s your name?” He asks, smiling down at you.

You glance up at the man with your eyes slightly widened, having not expected him to ask a question. He tilts his head to the side in amusement, and you let out a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of your neck.

“My name is yn.” You answer, and he nods his head.

“Well, thank you for the boba yn. I’ll be sure to enjoy it since you made it for me.” Seungcheol says in a sweet tone, causing you to smile. You wave bye to him as he steps out, and he waves back at you before closing the door. You let out a sigh once he’s out of the shop, resting a hand over your beating heart.

“He’s too handsome.” You mumble, before turning towards the sink. Wonwoo watches as you begin to clean the station, small smile on your face as you do so, and he feels himself growing more concerned.

“I gotta find out who he is.”

“Seungcheol, it’s been close to three weeks. Why isn’t the girl dead yet?” Sunghoon asks as Seungcheol cleans his gun quietly. He freezes slightly, before quickly relaxing, turning to glance up at his boss.

In complete honesty, Seungcheol is shitting his pants at the moment. Him and Mingyu have been planning on how to not kill yn without letting their boss know, and they don’t really have a good idea. However, Seungcheol spends his days going to visit you at the boba shop. The conversations between you and him continue to grow longer each time he goes. To the point that he waits for you to get on your break so that the two of you can spend it getting to know each other.

He’s discovered that you started working at the boba shop because of your serious addiction towards the drink, and that you wanted to learn how to make it yourself. He’s also learned that you’re allergic to bees, yet you love flowers and nature with a passion. Seungcheol finds you to be rather endearing, especially when you brightly tell him stories.

While you’ve learned that Seungcheol is a very simple guy. He enjoys working out in his spare time, and would like to own a dog. You asked him why he hasn’t adopted one yet, but he just gave you a small smile, shaking his head and saying that it’s not the time for him to get one.

“She has a bodyguard on hand at all times, I wouldn’t want to cause a bigger mess.” Seungcheol lies with ease after a second of thinking, and the man before him squints slightly. He leans forward towards the assassin, the power and influence he has radiating off of him in waves.

“Since when has making a mess been a concern to you, Seungcheol?” Sunghoon asks in an icey tone, and Seungcheol stops wiping the cloth over his silencer. He glances up at his boss, keeping eye contact as they practically stare each other down.

“Do I need to remind you of who you work for?” Seungcheol hears his heartbeat in his ears, knowing damn well what his boss is capable of. He’s known since he was a child. So Seungcheol shakes his head, visibly backing down from the oncoming fight that was going to break out.

“Good. I want her dead by the end of next week Seungcheol.”

“Okay, but hear me out.” You begin, and Seungcheol watches you with an amused smile. You lean forward in your seat, staring directly into his pretty eyes, causing a small blush to form on his cheeks.

“Bigfoot.”

“No.”

“But Cheol! They have to be real.” You state, and the latter just shakes his head at you, taking a sip of the boba you made for him before you went on your break. He lets out a breath, “Yn, if bigfoot was real, then someone would’ve caught them by now. There’s no way a creature with big ass feet and is apparently really tall wouldn’t have been captured by now.”

This is one of the many ridiculous conversations you and Seungcheol have had since the two of you have gotten closer. Seungcheol looks like the epitome of relaxed as the two of you converse, but what you don’t know is that there’s a storm running within him as he realizes what he has to do the longer he stares into your bright eyes.

You frown at the handsome man, leaning back into your seat with a pout on your lips. Seungcheol coos at you, reaching out to squeeze your cheek, and you slap his hand away. He lets out a hiss of pain even though it didn’t hurt, rubbing the back of his hand. You try not to peek, but when Seungcheol begins blowing on the area you hit, you can’t help but look up.

You reach out and take his hand, and Seungcheol’s eyes widen when you pull it towards you, blowing softly on the back of his hand. Warmth rises to his cheeks, as do yours, but you both pretend that you’re not at all flustered by the action. After a moment, you glance up at Seungcheol, “Are you okay now?”

He immediately looks away from the direct eye contact, feeling too shy to even sputter any words. You let out a smile at the sight, softly resting his hand back onto the table. Seungcheol mutters a quiet, thanks, and you chuckle, finishing the last of your boba.

“I still think bigfoot is real.” You pettily mutter, and Seungcheol lets out a laugh.

“In your dreams, yn.”

Wonwoo watches from his table, pursing his lips at the sight of you and Seungcheol having gotten so close in a matter of a few weeks. He still doesn’t know anything about Seungcheol, having not done any research as of late. However, he leans back in his seat, now decided on what he has to do.

Seungcheol’s about to step into the boba shop when he’s grabbed by a hand and pulled into the alley. He immediately reaches for the gun in his waistband, only to freeze when he realizes that it’s no longer in his possession. His eyes slowly trail up, and he finds your bodyguard standing in front of him, his own silencer held in his hands, pointed directly towards Seungcheol’s head.

“So you work for Sunghoon, huh?” Wonwoo asks, not breaking eye contact with Seungcheol. Wonwoo did some digging, because he knew Seungcheol’s name was all too familiar. Which was when he discovered that Seungcheol is Sunghoon’s personal assassin. His boss’s rival mafia leader.

“You did a background check, Wonwoo?” Seungcheol asks, and the latter shrugs, chuckling darkly.

“I can’t let yn get hurt.” Wonwoo states, squinting at the assassin standing before him. Seungcheol shakes his head, “I’m not going to kill yn.”

“Bullshit. You never pull back from a job, I saw it in my search on you.” Wonwoo exclaims, moving to turn the safety off when Seungcheol raises his hands up in surrender. “I’m really not. I plan to kill Sunghoon to protect yn.”

Wonwoo’s eyes widen slightly, before squinting again. “And how do I know you’re not lying?”

Seungcheol stares into Wonwoo’s eyes, hoping that his honesty shines through his gaze. He lets out a breath, “Cause I would’ve killed her by now. I know you did your research on me, you should know that all my victims died by my hand in 1-2 days after the assignment was given to me.”

Wonwoo does know that Seungcheol’s assignments would die in a matter of days when they were first presented. That’s why this information causes him to hesitate for a moment, but it doesn't make him remove his finger from the trigger.

“What do you want with yn?” Wonwoo asks, and Seungcheol surprises the black haired man by giving him a small smile.

“I want her to live peacefully like she is now. I want her to be happy.”

The two stare each other down after Seungcheol’s confession, thinking to themselves. It’s after a minute or so that Wonwoo lets his arm fall to his side, turning the safety back on. Seungcheol almost sighs in relief, only to visibly pause when he catches Wonwoo still squinting at him.

“So, what’s your plan?” Wonwoo asks, handing the silencer back to Seungcheol. He quickly puts it back in the waistband of his jeans, before giving your bodyguard an amused grin. “What? You gonna help me kill my own boss?”

Wonwoo shrugs, finally cracking a smile. “It’ll keep yn safe, and it’ll also give me brownie points with my own boss. I don’t see why not.”

Seungcheol chuckles, shaking his head. He leans back onto the brick wall of the alleyway, finding himself enjoying Wonwoo’s company even though he did almost die because of him. Seungcheol glances up at the dark sky, seeing the stars shining brightly.

“I’m killing him at midnight.” He breathes out, and Wonwoo nods his head. He looks at his watch, seeing that it’s 8:50 pm, meaning you’ll be getting off your shift in a few minutes. So they have to wrap up this conversation soon.

“Well, you gonna pick me up later or what?” Wonwoo asks, and Seungcheol laughs quietly. He nods his head, glancing back down at the black haired man, finding him smiling as well. “Of course, it would be rude of me not to drive around the man who offered to help me kill a mafia leader.”

“Ah yes, finally. A man with morals.”

Seungcheol and Mingyu step into the building, calmly walking towards the elevators to get to Sunghoon’s office. Wonwoo stayed behind in the car, where he’s currently hacking into the security system so that he can cut off the video feed when the deed is done. He’s already erasing the data of Mingyu and Seungcheol even being in the building in the first place.

“You think he’s gonna put up a fight?” Mingyu asks quietly, and Seungcheol scoffs.

“Of course he is, but do you think he can win?” Mingyu ponders the question for a moment, before turning to Seungcheol and flashing him a mischievous smile. “Against the best assassin in Seoul? No.”

“Checking the video feed now.” Wonwoo mutters into his mic, typing into his laptop. Seungcheol and Mingyu say a quick response back, continuing to walk towards the office.

Wonwoo goes through the video feed, trying to see if Sunghoon is just in his office like Seungcheol claimed he would be. Only to freeze when he sees who else is in the room with the powerful man. Wonwoo panics, immediately moving to speak into the mic when the connection gets cut out.

“NO!” Wonwoo yells, watching with wide eyes as Mingyu and Seungcheol walk right into the room.

Seungcheol and Mingyu look like the definition of ease when they step into the room, with Mingyu even cracking a smile at Sunghoon. Seungcheol opens his mouth to greet their boss, only to stop when he looks towards the chair by the desk, catching your frightened eyes.

There’s a towel stuffed in your mouth, preventing you from talking. There’s tear tracks on your cheeks, and your wrists are zip tied behind your back as you cry silently in fear. Sunghoon lets out a smile at the sight of his assassin standing in pure shock, head cocking to the side.

“Took you too long to kill her, so I got impatient.” Sunghoon slyly explains, glancing over at you with a cheeky grin. You look away immediately, closing your eyes as more tears fall from them. You begin to regret letting Wonwoo go out for the night, or else you wouldn’t even be in this situation at the moment.

“Yn, I need to be somewhere tonight. Is it okay if you stay home alone? I promise to be back in a couple hours.” Wonwoo tells you, and you peek your head out from the kitchen, glancing at the bodyguard who suddenly looks timid. You let out a happy smile, happy that Wonwoo is finally going out to do something.

Since he was assigned to be your bodyguard, he hasn’t had a day or night to himself. Never even asked you for one, so obviously you’re going to let him. You nod your head, bouncing over to him with a big smile on your face, causing Wonwoo to raise an eyebrow at you.

“Did you want me to leave that bad?” Wonwoo teases, and you slap his shoulder with a chuckle.

“No! You just haven’t gone out without me since you became my bodyguard. Which was three years ago…” You trail off, having not realized how long it’s been. Wonwoo rolls his eyes, trying to hide the fact that the reason he’s going out is still for your safety.

“Don’t pity me now. I enjoy my time with you, yn.”

“Do you have friends, Wonwoo?” Wonwoo glares at you, having not appreciated the question. He slips on his shoes, turning and heading towards the door. You let out a laugh at his reaction, waving bye to him.

“Remember to lock the door after I leave and turn on the alarm. Don’t answer the door, no one should even be knocking on it anyways. If anything happens, call me or your dad, okay?” You nod your head, and Wonwoo lets out a nervous breath. He glances up at you one more time, feeling his heart pound as he hopes you’ll be safe with him gone.

“I’ll be back soon, yn.” And with that, Wonwoo walks out the door.

It’s only within an hour of being alone that you hear a knock on your door, and you cautiously reach for your phone when you hear it again. Your hand wraps around your phone, only to freeze when you hear the locks turn and the door opens. You quickly run to your room, locking the door quietly behind you and rushing under your bed. You make sure the sheet underneath the mattress shields your body from view, before pulling out your phone in the cramped space. You move to text Wonwoo, only to freeze when you hear the doorknob jiggle.

Your heart pounds against your chest, and you worry that the assailant can hear it from how silent it is in your apartment. You quickly turn on your phone, managing to pull up your conversation with Wonwoo when the door unlocks, and you freeze in fear. You turn off your phone so that the light won’t show from underneath your bed, and you stay as silent as you can as you hear the person’s shoes step around your bedroom.

You watch as the person moves to walk out of your room, but you don’t dare make a sound until you can no longer hear their footsteps. You’re about to let out a quiet breath of relief, pulling up your phone to text Wonwoo when the person lifts up the sheet, staring directly at you with a smile on his face.

“Hello, yln yn.”

“Boss-” Seungcheol begins, only for Sunghoon to raise a hand up to stop him from speaking. The pieces slowly come together as to why he couldn’t get a dog, why he always redirected the conversation when asked about his life. Seungcheol catches your eyes, and he sees the betrayal in your gaze. He mouths that it’s going to be okay, and you look down at your legs, wanting nothing more than to leave.

“Care to explain why I heard plans of you and Mingyu trying to kill me?” Sunghoon asks, eyes squinting at the two. Mingyu stiffens beside Seungcheol, and your eyes widen, beginning to wonder if Seungcheol is actually on your side.

Seungcheol and Mingyu don’t respond for a second. With Mingyu internally panicking about whether or not he should lie, and Seungcheol pondering on how to answer the question. However, Seungcheol decides not to answer it, instead pulling out his silencer from his waistband in a matter of seconds, pointing it directly at his boss’s head.

Mingyu steps over to you as Seungcheol and Sunghoon stare each other down. You look at Seungcheol’s friend from the day they first stepped into the boba shop, and he gives you an apologetic smile. Mingyu reaches into his waistband, pulling out his knife, beginning to cut off your zip tie. “Sorry to meet you on such bad terms, Cheol has told me a lot about you.”

“I didn’t believe it when I caught wind of the rumor. After all these years, you’re going to kill me just like that? Over our rival’s daughter?” Sunghoon asks, eyes not faltering from Seungcheol. He stands up from the table at Seungcheol’s silence, letting out a smile at the fact that Seungcheol hasn’t pulled the trigger.

“For yn?” Seungcheol begins, and you glance up at the blonde. He locks eyes with you for a moment, letting out a breath. Seungcheol turns back towards Sunghoon, squinting at the man. “Anything.”

“You’re not really going to kill me for her, right Seungcheol?”

Seungcheol lets out a breath, before turning the safety off the gun. You watch the confrontation unfold with wide eyes as Mingyu works on cutting the ropes wrapped around your legs and the chair.

“I’ve always hated you.” Seungcheol mutters, pressing his finger to the trigger. Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, “You wish I just left you at that crack house where I found you? Seungcheol, I made you-”

“You made me into a monster!” Seungcheol shouts, hand shaking as he points the gun towards his boss’s head. Mingyu and you jump slightly at the raise of his voice, having not expected Seungcheol to lose his temper. Mingyu quickly takes off your gag, and you stand up from the chair, holding onto the back of Mingyu’s shirt as the two of you try to silently leave the room.

“You made me into a man that kills people, for your own gain.” Sunghoon listens in silence, watching Seungcheol's hand tremble. The blonde blinks back tears, feeling all the pain he’s hidden slowly pouring out as he stares at the man who practically raised him. He takes a deep breath, before applying more pressure to the trigger.

“That’s why I’m going to kill you for my own.” Seungcheol states, about to pull the trigger when Sunghoon knocks the gun out of his hands. Seungcheol reaches out to grab it quickly, but Sunghoon is faster as he kicks Seungcheol in the stomach unexpectedly, winding him in the process. Sunghoon grabs the gun in the short time that Seungcheol is out of it, and raises it into the air.

“Did you forget I taught you everything you know, Seungcheol?”

Seungcheol’s eyes stare at the gun pointed in his direction. You and Mingyu are frozen in place, with Mingyu’s hand resting over his own gun in the waistband of his pants.

“Drop the gun onto the floor Mingyu, or else he dies.” Sunghoon threatens, and Mingyu glares. Seungcheol nods his head at Mingyu, and the latter slowly rests the gun onto the carpeted floor, before glancing back up at Sunghoon.

“Yn and Mingyu didn’t do anything, just kill me.” Seungcheol says, and Sunghoon shoots him a glance. He rolls his eyes, and you feel your breath hitch when he adjusts his hold on the gun.

“You’re right. However, remember what you learned?” Sunghoon asks, and Seungcheol feels his heart sink. The mafia boss chuckles at his silence, letting out a breath.”You know this Seungcheol, it’s the first thing I taught you when you were a kid. The loved ones always pay the price.” Sunghoon states, letting out a laugh at the harsh glare the blonde is throwing his way. He tilts his head to the side, before glancing over at you, finding delight in the fear on your face.

“Goodbye, yn.”

Seungcheol shouts when Sunghoon quickly turns the gun in your direction, reaching out to stop him, while Mingyu moves to shield your body with his.

The loud sound of the gunshot echoes around the room, and you’re holding Mingyu’s shirt tightly in your hands. Your eyes slowly open at the sound of a body falling to the floor, and you look up to see Mingyu still standing safe and sound. Both of your eyes widen at the same time, and you turn to find Sunghoon slumped to the floor, blood pouring out of his lifeless body.

You glance up to see Seungcheol staring at the door, and you turn your head to see Wonwoo standing there, gun held in his hands. He slumps onto the door frame, letting out a tired sigh.

“God damn it you guys. I told you to move in on my signal, yet when the connection cut out, the two of you still went inside.” Wonwoo complains, reaching his hand up and wiping away the beads of sweat that formed from sprinting all the way here. Seungcheol lets out a small chuckle, shaking his head. Mingyu lets out a breath of relief, walking over to Seungcheol to ask if he’s okay. All while you just stand there, suddenly realizing that there’s a dead body right in front of you.

“O-oh my God.” You mutter as your vision slowly goes in and out, and Wonwoo’s eyes widen when he remembers that you’re incredibly sensitive to blood. Everything fades to black and you begin to fall, causing Wonwoo to take a step forward in an attempt to catch you.

However, Seungcheol’s faster as he runs over and wraps his arms around you, catching your passed out body before you hit the floor. He sighs, moving the strands of hair that rest on your face. He turns towards Wonwoo and Mingyu, finding them also feeling relieved at the fact that he caught you.

Wonwoo lets out a breath after a moment, glancing over towards the dead body. He pulls out his phone and begins to take pictures, causing Mingyu to raise an eyebrow at the odd behavior. Seungcheol also stares at Wonwoo, but he knows why he’s documenting the experience.

“Don’t worry Mingyu, I’m just doing this so that my boss gives me brownie points.” Wonwoo mutters, before deciding that he’s taken enough. He quickly sends it to your father, before pocketing his phone and looking up at the three of you.

“Let’s bring yn home.”

You wake up to the smell of fried rice, and you feel your stomach grumble at the scent. Letting out a sigh, you reach up and rub your eyes, only to freeze when all the memories from the night before resurface. You sit up in bed, only to pause when you register the hand gripping yours. You turn your head, finding the familiar head of blonde hair resting on the edge of your bed.

“Cheol?” You murmur, wondering why he stayed with you as you slept. The question gets answered once you look up and see Wonwoo leaning against your doorframe, taking a bite of a strawberry as he gives you a small smile.

“You were having nightmares on the way back, so Seungcheol wanted to stay by your side to make sure they weren’t too bad. Guess he fell asleep though.” Wonwoo explains, and you feel your heart warm slightly. You run a hand through your hair, suddenly feeling the need to vomit at the memory of Sunghoon’s dead body.

Wonwoo’s way ahead of you, as he is now walking over with a garbage bag. You silently thank him, clutching the plastic with a tight fist as you try to forget the visual. Seungcheol stirs in his sleep, holding your hand a bit tighter as he pouts. The sight calms you down, and you let out a quiet coo.

“Your dad plans to visit later to make sure that you’re okay, by the way.” You nod your head at the newfound information. For some reason, you never expected that getting kidnapped and almost murdered would get your father to come and visit you.

but alas...

“Do you approve of Seungcheol, Wonwoo?” You ask quietly, choosing to let go of the plastic bag in order to softly pat Seungcheol’s sleeping head. Wonwoo shrugs, tilting his head to the side.

“He killed his own mafia boss in order to protect you. I’d say that’s more than enough to consider him as a good guy.” Wonwoo answers, and you let out a smile. With that, Wonwoo walks out of the room, now out of earshot.

“Wake up, you’ve been approved.” You mutter, patting Seungcheol’s head. He opens one eye, glancing up at you with a small smile.

“How’d you know I was awake?” Seungcheol asks, and you shrug in response. It’s a trick you don’t think you want him to know yet. He lets out a smile, squeezing your hand once again. He lets out a tired yawn, letting go of your hand in order to stretch his arms above his head.

“What will happen to you and Mingyu now? You did kill a man who has a lot of power in South Korea after my father.” Seungcheol leans back into his seat, not wanting to remind you that Wonwoo was the one who actually killed Sunghoon in order to not let the image come back into your mind.

“Mingyu and I did a lot of digging, that’s where we found out most of the people working under Sunghoon hated him. By most I mean around 90%, by the way.” Seungcheol explains, and you let out a quiet, ah. “So they were fine with you killing Sunghoon?”

Seungcheol nods his head, “Precisely.”

“What about the other ten percent?” You ask. Seungceol opens his mouth to respond, only to stop when he sees Mingyu and Wonwoo standing in the doorway. You raise an eyebrow at the sight of Mingyu wearing your apron, but you decide to close your eyes.

“Breakfast is ready.” Mingyu announces, and the two flash you and Seungcheol a mischievous smile before stepping back out of your room. You let out a sigh, turning back towards Seungcheol.

“Guess we’ll find out, mm? For now, let’s go and eat breakfast.” Seungcheol says, and you purse your lips, before nodding in agreement. You climb out of your bed, leading the way towards the dining table to find Mingyu and Wonwoo already eating without you two.

“Rude, didn’t even wait for us.” You tease, and Wonwoo chuckles.

“Not our fault you and the new mafia leader are slow.” Mingyu responds, taking a sip of his coffee. You squint at the latter, and he just flashes you a smile.

“Ew, don’t call me that Mingyu.” Seungcheol mumbles, taking a bite of the fried rice that was prepared.

“I’ll call you what I want to, leader.”

“Fuck you.”

“How could you say that in front of your future girlfrie-”

And with that, Seungcheol launches himself across the table, causing the two to start wrestling on your wooden floor. Wonwoo and you let out a sigh, turning to each other and smiling.

“What a strange breakfast.” You mutter, no hint of malice behind your smile as you and Wonwoo watch the two fake fight on the floor. You tilt your head, and Wonwoo lets out a sigh when he sees no sign of them stopping.

“I’ll stop them.” Wonwoo mumbles, getting up from his chair and walking over to the two. He pats his elbow, then jumps onto them, eliciting a loud groan from Seungcheol and Mingyu. You giggle quietly, shaking your head and taking a sip of water at the chorus of complaints of how sharp Wonwoo’s elbow is from Seungcheol.

You tried to get out of the mafia life your father lives by moving out. That obviously didn’t work as you have a new mafia leader on the floor of your dining room who saved your life the night before. However, the longer you stare at Seungcheol as he laughs with Mingyu and Wonwoo, you find yourself rather grateful for the events that unfolded since meeting Seungcheol.

He turns and catches your gaze, immediately smiling at you. He waves you over so that you can help him up off the floor, and you roll your eyes. You stand up from the chair and walk over to him, extending your hand out towards the man.

“Can’t even lift yourself up off the floor?” You tease, and Seungcheol rolls his eyes. He takes your hand, and you pull him up off the floor.

“Gives me an excuse to hold your hand.” Seungcheol responds cheekily, and you scoff at his answer, although the rising warmth to your face clearly says otherwise. Mingyu and Wonwoo glance at each other, both taking turns to make vomit noises at the two of you.

“Get a ROOM!”

“Disgusting.”

“Not my fault you guys are lonely!” You shout back, and Wonwoo squints at you.

“It is your fault.”

“Shhh.”

“Yn!”

“Wonwoo!” Seungcheol grins when you and Wonwoo begin to squabble, letting out a happy sigh. Mingyu stands up from the floor, letting out a sigh at the sight of you and Wonwoo arguing.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Mingyu yells, raising his hand up, causing you and Wonwoo to pause mid-argument. You both turn to glance at Mingyu, finding him and Seungcheol staring at the two of you with amused looks on their faces.

“Eat now, argue later.” Mingyu states, and you and Wonwoo share a look, before moving and sitting back down in your seats to continue eating.

“It is your fault, by the way.” Wonwoo mutters, and you glare at him. Seungcheol snickers behind his hand, taking a spoonful of fried rice to stop the noise from escaping.

“Fuck you, Wonwoo.”

“How could you say that in front of your future boyfr-” And with that, it’s now your turn to launch yourself across the table and onto Wonwoo.

Mingyu lets out a tired sigh, choosing to ignore the loud bickering from behind him. While Seungcheol chuckles at the sight, finding himself at peace for the first time.

seungcheol was finally able to save someone.

You let out a giggle at Wonwoo’s pained expression from falling backwards onto the floor, and Seungcheol feels his heart warm from the sound.

and this time, it was you.

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branchedman · 3 years

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what is it about mob boss boba that bothers you? i don't really like it either but i can't really explain why

well for starters:

it runs into a lot of loaded tropes about violent, savage men of color

most of it is just a blatant excuse for people to be horny about said racist tropes

in x reader fics the focus is usually on an innocent perfect white girl who’s being corrupted by the big bad brown man

in x din fics it often shows up in conjunction with a bunch of other tropes that are homophobic, racist, and/or transphobic (see: princess din 🤮🤮)

like most tropes that are similar to this one, it ignores most of boba’s actual personality and traits in favor of catering to the trope/fantasy

if anyone has any other criticisms please feel free to add on!

#answered #anonymous #boba fett #mob boss boba #fandom racism

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mapache-lector · 4 years

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theimaginemindscape · 8 years

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Love & Violence (Boba Fett x Reader)

Anonymous asked: Recently I've been seeing so much boba fett x reader out of nowhere and I kind of started liking it. Can I request a fluffy boba fett x reader about him protecting you and assassinating anyone who messed with you?

Warnings: Violence, mild sexual assault (unwanted groping), Fluff, Angst, Love and Violence, it’s in the title.

*Sorry to the anon ahead of time. I took A LOT of liberties with this, and I kinda strayed away from your prompt. Hope you still like it though!

How you ended up in a smelly cantina on the desert planet of Tatooine, sitting next to the galaxy’s deadliest assassin, sipping on a disgusting alcoholic drink, with the corpse of some poor sod in a dirty bag that you were about to deliver to Jabba the Hut, you’ll never know. It all just sort of...happened one day. You were just an average hit man, minding your own business, and then suddenly you were bounty hunting partners with the infamous Boba Fett.

Not that you were complaining. He was...interesting to say the least. At first he was very cold and uncaring, not really talking much. Like, at all. But after literally months, he seemed to warm up to you. While he never fully opened up, there were always little gestures, or words, to let you know he enjoyed your company. Phrases like “good luck in there” or “be careful” which, while not explicitly loving or caring, were enough to put you at ease with the knowledge that he had your back.

If you were being honest, you were kind of falling for him. Yes, you knew it was cliche, but there was something about him that you loved. Maybe it was his mysterious allure, the thrill of bounty hunting, the adventure of traveling, his sexy commanding nature, or something else. One thing was for certain, he had gotten to you.

It also didn’t help that he was insanely attractive under that green helmet. Ugh and that fucking voice. It was probably one of the sexiest sounds in the entire galaxy. Not to mention that after bounty hunting all those years his body had to be toned as fu-

“Jabba will see you now.” called out one of the mob boss’ minions, interrupting your thoughts. Boba sat up next to you.

“Stay here,” he stated sternly, as always, picking up the limp bag beside you and carrying it under his arm as he left. Downing the rest of your disgusting beverage, you savored the sensation of your mind becoming fuzzy with alcohol. Why would he like you in that way? He barely said two words to you half the time, and the other half you were too busy shooting blasters and dodging knives to have an compelling conversation.

With all of these thoughts passing through your head, you didn’t even notice the creature that sat down next to you. Mistake.

“Let me buy you another drink, sweetheart.” He purred, patronizingly so. Despite the fact that you were slightly tipsy, you still had enough of your wits about that you weren’t persuaded.You turned to acknowledge him. His species was one you hadn’t come across, but he had the tentacle-like-hair that the Twi’lek had. His body colored red with black designs accentuating his features, though you were pretty sure it was makeup. His dirty robe stank like hell, most likely one he found in some trash somewhere. There was definitely a stench of that awful alcohol you just downed on his breath. And with that were sober.

Obviously he hadn’t seen you with Boba Fett. If he did he probably would’ve thought twice before coming anywhere near you. Either that or he was too wasted to care.

“No, thanks. The drinks here taste like piss and my partner and I are leaving soon, anyways,” you replied in a semi polite tone. Bitch mode wasn’t activated yet, assuming that this dude would take the hint.

“The drinks aren’t complete shit if you know what to get. Why don’t I buy you a-”

And he didn’t take the hint.

“Really, I’m not interested.” You finally spit out. He got up to leave and you sighed in relief. But then he grabbed your wrist in a tight hold, pulling you towards him until your chests were practically touching. As if things weren’t bad enough already, you felt his hand grope your ass.

He began to say something, but you were done listening. Before he could finish his sentence, you took your one free arm and sucker punched him right in his eye. Letting go of your wrist, he stumbled backwards, giving you the opportunity too kick him square in the stomach. He fell down and landed with an audible thunk, knocking the wind out of him.

The surrounding criminals had already started gambling on the winner of the fight, most of them betting on you. Among the crowd must have been this guy’s buddies, because next thing you knew you were surrounded by five similar looking aliens. They circled you like vultures, looking as if they were about to pounce. Luckily, you were already way ahead of them.

The female in the group was the first to attack with a large dagger swinging right at your face. Dodging her slices, you grabbed her knifed wrist with one hand and throat with the other, tossing her back at the others like a piece of meat.

The douche on the ground began to get up again, reaching to his belt for a weapon, but by that time you were already behind him, digging your pocket knife into his throat. Black blood trickled down onto his clothes and he put his hands up straight in the air. You took his blaster and secured it onto his temple so you could put your knife away.

“Why don’t you and your prick friends leave this cantina and find some other girl to torment that can’t beat your ass, sweetheart,” you whispered venomously into his ear. He yelled something in his native language and the creatures backed off. You dragged him up and shoved him forward. One of them picked the guy up and they all walked towards the exit in almost shame.

“Pussies,” you whispered with your new blaster still trained at the group.

Suddenly, you heard a gunshot as one of creatures fell screaming to the ground. You gasped and the entire crowd turned to you. It wasn’t your gun. The first shot was followed by the rapid firing of several more laser shots and you turned to find the source.

None other than your partner Boba Fett stood there, blaster in hand emptying his rounds on these people.

“Stop it!” You cried at him, but he wouldn’t. He ignored your pleas proceeded to to mow down your fleeing assailants. Black liquid splattered the walls, and it seemed that the entire cantina was watching it happen. The room filled with the dying screams and all you could do was watch in horror as the aliens were massacred.

Boba stopped for a second and stomped rapidly to the group of soon to be corpses. Grabbing the one that had bothered you, who Boba had already shot various times in the belly, he pulled him close to his face, whispering something unintelligible. The man begged for mercy as your partner fixed the blaster onto his face, torturing the man with the thought of his inevitable death. Before you could run over and stop it, he put his blaster into your attacker’s mouth and shot him dead, spraying black ooze all over the wall.

The screams soon ceased, and the surrounding criminals, once so invested in the fight, had already gone back to business as usual. Boba snatched your arm and yanked you, kicking and screaming, out of the cantina. He hauled you to his spaceship and didn’t let go until you were both strapped in and speeding out of the planet’s atmosphere.

Ablaze with anger, you roared at him:

“Why would you do that?! They were leaving! Peacefully! You don’t just get to kill anyone you want whenever you feel like it!” He takes off his helmet to reveal his angry countenance.

“That’s exactly what I get to do. I’m a bounty hunter, and so are you if you don’t remember.” You were too frenzied to realize the fact that he was currently showing more emotion than you had ever seen in him before combined.

“We kill criminals, and people who don’t pay their debts. Not unarmed, fleeing people who surrendered.”

“That thing was grabbing you, touching you, imagining you two together and you don’t think he qualifies as a criminal?” He yelled at you.

“You of all people should know that I can handle myself. In fact, I did handle it myself. They were leaving. I don't need you to protect me.” You stated, in a calmer tone than before. He chuckled amusingly.

“That wasn’t protection, (Y/N). That was punishment. No one can ever touch you like that, treat you like some common whore.”

“Right, cause you’re always such a respectful gentleman to me. I mean, it’s not like you give a shit whenever I try to make conversation and you just reply to me with one word answers. And that’s if you even reply to me at all, asshole! You respect me about as much as they did!”

At that he lunged forward and shut your mouth up with his soft lips. The feeling of anger that you so held towards him seemed to vanish at the sweet taste. All semblance of what you were going to say turned into a quiet moan after finally receiving what you desired for months. The moment filled with loud passion, but also a gentleness of precaution. Who knew such a hard, stern soul could kiss like that? After fully realizing what he had just done, he quickly pulled away, breathless. Regaining your composure, you got really quiet.

“I do respect you, more than you could know,” softly, he said. “Which is why, I will never stand by and let someone touch you like that. You deserve better.” He sighed. “Even if you don’t feel the same way for me.” Now, that got you mad.

“Really?! I kiss you like there’s no tomorrow and you still think I don’t love you?!” Gasping, you clasped your hand over your mouth. That was one confession you would have preferred to stay private.

“You...love me?” He inquired, as you let out a long sigh.

“Yes...” you said sheepishly and embarrassed. He grabbed your head and kisses you again, softer. He didn’t reply, or say that he loves you too. That wouldn’t be like him, but you know that he does because of that kiss. Boba Fett, the man with no emotion, loved you. You were kissing a man who killed six people for you. Before you started to full on make out, you stopped it. “Wait.”

“Yes?” He says, kissing your neck now. You push his head so he’s looking at you.

“I... can’t do this... not if you’re going to kill people in cold blood like that.”

“(Y/N), -”

“No. I’m not going to start a relationship with someone who’s going to assassinate anyone who gives me a funny look.” You gazed into his eyes. They seemed to be breaking inside his head.

With a tear falling down your cheek, you get up from the co-pilot seat and walk away. “I’m getting off at the next planet we land. You can call me when you’re ready to make considerable changes to how you want this relationship to be.” You struggled to keep your voice from breaking, but it was impossible. The man you loved was confessing his love for you, and were leaving.

“(Y/N), wait-” he began.

“I’ll be in my room until then.” You turned back to look once more into the handsome face of the violent man you had deeply fallen in love with. “Goodbye”.

*That was WAY more intense than it was gonna be when I started it...oh well. I may make a part two if you guys want. I was gonna give it a happy ending where they get together, but I thought that wouldn’t be realistic.

*I welcome all constructive criticism

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Mysterious Man || Part 8

Mob Boss!Boba Fett x Female!Reader

A/N: the next part is finally here!! I only anticipate there being about 2-3 more parts depending on if I do an epilogue. Hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: kidnapping, reader is in handcuffs/trapped, Mentions of fear of dying, angst, so much angst, cliffhanger.

Ice clinks softly against the glass held in sturdy fingers. The dark amber liquid swirls smoothly inside as Boba twirls the glass in his hand. His buzzing phone is the only other sound in the room, no doubt notifying him of more messages or calls from you.

He can’t face you. Not after being a fool like he was.

It had been days since your argument. Since he accused you of turning against him and talking to the police. The look on your face felt like a punch to the gut - the way your eyes filled with unshed tears as if he had physically hit you.

Getting told your partner doesn’t trust you can do that to people.

He sighs, taking another long sip from his glass, avoiding the withering glare Fennec gives him from across the room.

“I don’t need any more lectures, Fennec.” His voice is firm as he speaks, but he avoids her gaze.

The woman scoffs. “I told you what I saw, and you’re still ignoring her. I’m just trying to figure out-”

Boba cuts her off. “Figure out what? Why I can’t bring myself to speak to her? Why I can’t call her back and pretend everything is okay? I fucked up Fennec, worse than I ever have before. I can’t just-”

The dinging of the elevator arriving stops him in his tracks, and he’s thankful for it. The anger he feels towards himself remains simmering beneath the surface and Fennec doesn’t deserve for it to be taken out on her.

He just needs time to figure out what he is going to say to you. How he’s going to apologize and make up for the mistakes and assumptions he’s made. He’s never felt this strongly for someone before, and maybe that scares him.

But losing you scares him even more.

Fennec leaves to go see who came up the elevator, so Boba takes another long pull from his glass, the burn of alcohol a pleasant distraction from the thoughts racing through his mind.

His solace does not last long.

Fennec comes back into the room, Din on her tail - both of them with grim looks on their faces. Boba doesn’t speak, he just holds his hand out when he sees an envelope in Fennec’s hand.

She shakes her head. “Boss, I don’t think-”

“Give it here.” His command leaves no room for argument and Fennec hands the parchment over.

Boba doesn’t feel dread often, but when he sees the mark of The Hutts stamped on the front of the envelope, he can’t help the pit of fear that settles deep in his belly. The envelope has already been opened, so he lifts the flap up and pulls out the contents inside.

There’s a letter, folded in threes. And when he moves to unfold it something slips from between the parchment and onto his lap. His eyes fall down to where it lands and all the air is sucked from his lungs. His world narrows down to the delicate gold chain and pendant that he reaches down slowly to retrieve.

It’s yours. It’s the necklace he gave you for Valentine's Day, he would recognize it anywhere.

The chain digs into his palm as he clutches it in a tight fist, eyes now moving towards the letter in his hand. He reads it in record time before reading it again, and again and again.

They have you. The Hutts took you and are asking ransom for your safe return.

‘Or else you’ll be getting more than just pretty jewelry delivered to your door.’

Glass shatters against the marble floor as he stands, knocking his drink off the side table. Everything is tinted red, his rage now tenfold at the blatant threat to your safety.

“Get your best people together,” He says, looking at Fennec and Din.

They don't need to be told twice. Din rushes off immediately, cell phone already to his ear as he barks orders to someone on the other end. Fennec moves to do the same, but stops and turns to place a firm hand on Boba’s shoulder.

“We’ll find her,” She says, determination in her eyes.

Boba just nods, and watches as Fennec turns to follow Din.

They will find you.

He will tear the whole city apart if he has to.

He looks to the necklace in his hand one more time before tucking it away inside his jacket.

I’m coming for you, princess.

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The room they threw you in is cold and reeks of mildew and stale water. You had just barely awoken from your unconscious state when they dragged you from the car and into your prison, cuffing you to one of the many pipes protruding from the wall.

Your shoulders ache from being stretched up for so long, and your wrists burn from where you struggled against the cuffs. You haven’t even seen anyone since they put you in here, no matter how loud or long you screamed for help.

At first you were afraid of the men who kidnapped you, but the sudden thought that they may have left you here to die scares you even more.

You want to cry, but you can’t even do that. You cried for, you don’t even know how long, when they brought you here, there’s simply nothing left.

The cuffs clink gently against the metal pipe as you adjust yourself to lean against the wall, resting your head back and closing your eyes. At this point you don’t even care who comes in here, you just want to know what the hell is going on. Why you were taken, what they want from you…anything.

It seems as if your silent pleas are answered when the only door to the room swings open and a man you’ve never seen before walks into the room with two of the men who took you following behind him. You sit straight up as his eyes land on you, and he acts as if he’s laying eyes on a fancy new car for the first time.

“There she is!” The man says.

His voice is deep and rough, and matches his appearance to a T. He’s very large, both in height and weight, with a face that looks like a snowman melting on a hot day. His cheeks sag, his eyes droop, and what little hair he has is so greasy it lays plastered to his head. He looks exactly like you’d imagine a kidnapper would, minus the expensive three piece suit that looks two sizes too small.

You don’t respond to his remark, both unsure of what to say and fearful of interacting with him at all. He takes this as a sign to approach you and continue.

“I thought we’d never get a chance to talk, what with Boba Fett hanging around you like a bad cold.” The man chuckles at his joke. “But it seems…there’s trouble in paradise, no?”

You can’t help but react to the words. It’s the same thing Detective Solo said to you the day you were taken. Did everyone know about you and Boba? The police make sense if they have been keeping tabs on him but…

“Who are you?” Your voice comes out weak from all your earlier screaming, but the man hears your question.

He smiles, revealing disgusting yellow-brown teeth, some of which are missing. He lets out a rasping laugh, one that seems genuine with the way his cronies laugh with him.

When he’s finally done he casts you a questioning look. “You must be joking!” he laughs again. “Boba’s girl doesn’t know who we are. Now, that - that is something you don’t hear everyday.”

“It’s not funny!” You finally cry out, your patience runs out as the tears you were searching for earlier finally return. “I have no fucking clue who you are or what you want from me! I just-” you have to fight back a sob.

“Please, let me go. Please.” You can’t even be ashamed that you’re begging these people, more scared of what they’ll do to you rather than worry over your pride.

The man standing above you regards you for a moment, before snapping his fingers at one of the men behind him. They pull a key from their pocket and move to unlock your handcuffs. You barely have time to panic before the cuff on one wrist falls away and he is hauling you to your feet.

“No, no, please!” You don’t even know what you're begging for anymore as they pull you out of the room and into a different one.

“I don’t know anything if that’s what you want.” You tell them, recalling how the detective was convinced you knew something about Boba. “I swear! I’m telling the truth-”

Your words are cut off as you are roughly shoved into a chair at a table in the new room they brought you too. The man who uncuffed you quickly attatches you to the table instead, ensuring you won’t go anywhere.

The leader, as you’ve decided to call him, stands across from you, a small smirk on his face. “I believe you’re telling the truth,” he says, pulling a cigarette from his coat pocket and bringing it to his lips.

He produces a lighter from his other pocket, and the ‘snick’ of him igniting it sounds deafening in the otherwise silent room.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t still get to Boba, through you.”

Your brows furrow, confused at first and then fearful as the man finally introduces himself.

“They call me Jabba. I’m the leader of The Hutts, and I think we’ve had a run in before. A run-in that involved one of my men, an alley, and Boba protecting a pretty waitress.”

The man chuckles, and bile rises in your throat as his eyes run over you. You say nothing, letting him continue instead.

“Let’s just say…Boba and I had an…arrangement. An arrangement that was going quite well until an associate of mine ended up in the Kamino River. That very same associate who just so happened to pick you as his target that night.” Jabba points jabs his finger towards you, a faux thoughtful look on his face.

Your mind races to put together what this man is saying and the picture he is starting to paint is one that you desperately want to remain unfinished. But your mind flies to the conversation you overheard in your apartment the night Boba saved you, the conversation he explained away very prettily the next morning over breakfast.

You shake your head furiously. “No, he wouldn’t - He’s not like that! That man attacked me! It’s not…” you trail off, a headache starting to bloom behind your eyes.

Jabba chuckles. “Sweetheart.” The nickname gets your attention, and the looks the man gives you sends shivers down your spine.

“You don’t know Boba Fett at all.”

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The longer you’re in a room with no window, the more you start to realize that time doesn’t make much sense. You know it’s been less than three days, because they haven’t given you any water and you’re still alive. But the gnawing in your stomach leads you to believe it’s been at least half a day or more. You really don’t know.

And at this point you don’t care.

They eventually took you back to the original room you were in, chaining you back up to the pipe and leaving without so much as a word. Not that you would have much to say. The silence is comforting, it lets your mind wander. Wander to different things, but mostly your desire to go home and…

Boba.

You want to cry all over again when you think about him. Your brain wars with itself, but right now you can’t help but want him to hold you. To show up like he did that night in the alley and save the day and look at you like you hung the moon and stars.

You just want to go home.

You can feel sleep tugging at your eyes, willing you to get some rest. You’ve been fighting the urge for a while now, afraid of them coming in here while you’re unaware. But it gets hard with each passing second, and you're just about to give in when you hear a distant ‘bang!’ followed by far off shouting.

The noises sap all sleep from you, panic coursing through you as the sounds get closer. The bangs come more frequently now, and your foggy mind realizes they’re gun shots. Blood rushes in your ears as your heart feels like it's going to burst from your chest as the sounds get louder. Closer.

They’re right outside your door.

It’s deafening now, echoing around the room as the door bursts open and one of the cronies from earlier comes running in, eyes set on you and a gun pointed your way. The scream rips itself from your throat before you can stop it, and your eyes slam closed, bracing for the pain that’s to come.

Three gunshots sound and it feels like the air is punched from your lungs. You can’t breath. Everything is ringing. A pair of warm hands cradle your face and it feels like your whole body is buzzing as you finally peel your eyes open.

Boba.

It’s him. Kneeling on the floor and casting a panicked gaze over you as his thumbs rub soothingly over your cheek bones. His lips move but you can’t hear him as your eyes fall to the body behind him. The man who was rushing at you lays in a pool of his own blood, three bullet’s in his back.

It’s then, when you realize that it wasn’t his gun that went off, that you manage a gasp for breath.

You aren’t dead. You’re alive and Boba’s here.

It feels like everytime you blink time has passed.

One. your cuffs are gone, you're on your feet.

Two. You’re walking up stairs. Bodies litter the ground.

Three. Your ears stopped ringing. You can hear a familiar baritone whispering comforts into your ear.

Four. Cool air hits your face, moonlight casting shadows in the dead of night.

Five. Leather slides against the backs of your legs, soft fabric is draped over your shoulders.

Six. the car lurches forward, and the world comes rushing back to you.

Your name. Someone is calling your name.

You finally look to your left to see Boba by your side in the car, Fennec driving smoothly towards the city. He looks the same as you last saw him, except this time he looks at you softly, instead of with contempt.

That look used to comfort you. It used to make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It made you feel safe. But now…

He’s calling your name again, reaching out to take your hand gently in his own.

“Are you alright? Please, talk to me.”

His voice is gentle, but you rip your hand away like you’ve been burned. All of the images from before play in your mind. The blood. The bodies. The piles of money. The stories fed to you.

You shake your head, pressing yourself against the car door, as far away from the man beside you as possible.

“Don’t touch me.” The words are feeble little things, barely a whisper. But in the silent car, you could have basically shouted them.

You can see the hurt flash across his face as he searches for answers. “Princess, I don’t-”

“They told me everything.”

Your words are cold. Like a knife slicing through the air, and you can practically feel the other two people in the car freeze upon hearing your words.

Immediately you are met with questions, both Fennec and Boba asking you what you mean, what you were told. But you don’t hear them. Tears stream down your face, and your hands come up to cover your ears, wanting to drown out the lies.

No more lies.

They were right. You don’t know the man sitting next to you…

You never did.

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Safest with You (Ch. 11 - The Poker Game)

5.9K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din hosts a poker game and invites you and your friends; the meeting of friends prompts a discussion about the status of your relationship.

Warnings: 18+ content (MDNI please), new-ish established relationship, dirty talk and teasing, mentions of infidelity (not Din), reader gets in her own head a bit (some anxiety), pet names as usual (Pretty bird, pretty girl, baby, sweetheart, etc.), reader is described as shorter than Din and Din can pick her up.

A/N: Please kindly suspend your disbelief and allow me to write Poe Dameron as Boba Fett’s son 😂😂😂 Like, when I thought of a roguish, charming, sh*t disturber son of a mob boss, Oscar Isaac’s delicious face just came to mind 🤷🏻‍♀️ I'm going to level with you, I wasn't a big fan of Poe in the Sequel trilogy - too much fly boy/fuck boi energy for me, and that's kind of how I'm writing him here. I'm sorry, Poe-lovers, please don't come after me! (For the record, I *am* a big fan of OI!)

I ran a poll on WIP Wednesday asking asking if there was a preference to separate the smut at the end this chapter into its own post. I told myself that if even one person answered that they wanted it separate, then I would do that; it's easy enough to click on the link at the end of the chapter to take you to the smut if you so choose! I hope no one is disappointed that the storyline is moving in the direction where smut will be a regular addition to the chapters - but if that's not your bag, I totally understand! I'm sorry if you need to go and am so thankful that you've read along to this point 😘😘😘

Series Masterlist

In the following weeks, you and Din fall into a comfortable rhythm and easily slot each other into your busy lives.

Your nightly dog walks resume and on most week nights Din tries to stay at your apartment, with you working late more often than not and it being closer to your office. He’s becoming a familiar face to your work colleagues, bringing you (and often them as well) dinner as an easy and welcomed excuse to see you. Some days he’ll just join you for a lunch trip to your favourite sandwich shop and the two of you will have a quick picnic outside your office building if the weather is warm enough. Weekends are for long, lazy dates that span the entire day, rolling into romantic dinners that have you and Din eating your way across the city. It’s so easy being with Din; the conversation never stops, the sex is brain meltingly good, and he never ceases to make you feel adored. If anyone were to ask, you were the smartest, funniest, most beautiful woman on this planet and Din would readily unretire his boxing gloves if anyone dared to disagree. Every moment with Din makes you giddy; not only is this bear of a man actually a secret softie, he’s also goofy and funny, and lucky for you, his new favourite pastime is to make you laugh.

One night over dinner, you mention in passing that you love the arm waving tube men outside of used car dealerships (actually, you don’t know what they’re called, so you did a sort of arm flail with both your arms above your head and Din almost died laughing). The following Saturday, you arrive at the gym in the afternoon to find that Din has rented two tube men and they’re bending, blowing this way and that, arms flying and rippling from the force of the air being blown from the fan units in their base. You join a large group of onlookers in front of the gym, mostly children, laughing and watching with amusement as the silly attention-grabbing gimmick brings you pure unadulterated joy for a good 10 minutes. After going in, you find Din folding some towels next to the boxing ring and you launch yourself at him directly, too full of laughter and delight to care who sees. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you,” you murmur against his lips, unable to stop smiling. Din picks you up so you can wrap your legs around him, not caring who sees either; he wants everyone at the gym to know whose girl you are. Feeling your big smile against his mouth before seeing it, he grins, “You’re welcome, pretty bird.”

“Are they a permanent feature?”

“Unfortunately, no. Just for the weekend, then I have to give them back to the used car lot down the street, Watto’s. Plus, people keep coming in asking if we’re having a special on memberships today,” he says with a groan.

Giggling, you slide down Din’s body and give him a long, deep kiss, one that will guarantee a fair bit of ribbing from the guys, before heading up to Din’s apartment via the gym’s second floor entrance. Most of these indulgent weekends start at Din’s so he can stay close to work – you take to baking in Din’s apartment and bringing down treats for the patrons, which are generally very well received. When you brought down ginger molasses cookies, Greef had jokingly scolded you saying his boxers shouldn’t have too many sweet treats as part of their training, before scarfing down two cookies, then swatting Jimmy’s hand away from the plate and pocketing three more. You’re sure your offering the following weekend of high fibre raisin bran muffins were better for training regimens, but the enthusiasm for them seemed lower.

Din’s place, the apartment and the gym as an extension, starts to feel more and more comfortable; a small collection of your things (books, toiletries) have migrated to his apartment, and you love that the familiar faces at Mando’s are starting to fold into your life as well.

The only small twinge of regret you have is that with all the time you're spending with Din, especially the time spent at his place, you’re not spending as much time with Al. He’s more than welcomed at Din’s but you hadn’t wanted to uproot him too much, or impose too much on Din too quickly, so on the weekends Bea’s been coming by to walk Al and take care of him. You miss your special guy, your long weekend walks and dog park events; as you cut the butter into your shortbread cookie dough in Din’s kitchen, you decide that you have to make more of an effort to make sure Al isn’t left out.

“Can you do me a favour?”

“Anything, pretty bird.”

“Do you think you might be able to hang out with Al tomorrow night? I feel like he’s feeling a little neglected, and I don’t want to leave him alone. I’d take him to Rory’s but her building has a weird no pets rule,” you pout a little as you scratch Al’s head with one hand while holding the phone to your ear with your other.

Without hesitation, Din agrees, “Sure, baby. I’d love to have him over during poker night. Guarantee he won’t feel lonely.”

“I’ll make some food for your poker night as a thank you! And I’ll bring a dog bed too. God knows I have a few to spare,” you chuckle as you scan your apartment to pick a bed to bring.

“No need, pretty bird. I bought Al a dog bed for here already.”

“Of course you did,” you smile to yourself. Thoughtful, thoughtful man.

And that’s how you find yourself with two big bags of food, an overnight bag each for yourself and a dog, and said dog in tow, looking up at the long flight of stairs leading up to Din’s apartment. Luckily, you don’t have to wait very long before his thundering steps are heard and he comes to help you carry everything. Once on the top landing, Din gingerly places everything on the ground before pulling you in close for the greeting you deserve.

“So… I’ve been thinking…” Din starts, almost shy, “Do you think your friends might like to come over and hang out here? It won’t be a ‘girls’ night’ but there’s food and drinks and it might be fun for our friends to meet? …I mean, if you think it’s a good idea?”

Grinning at Din’s suggestion, you think outloud, “I mean, it’s not a bad idea… I’ll check with Rory and Bea, but what brought this on?”

Din answers by burying his face into your neck and nibbling on your earlobe, “Just like being with you, pretty bird.”

You relent easily, “Ok, but I’m warning you right now about playing with Rory, she’s going to take you all to the cleaner’s.”

“Good. It’s been boring being the only one who wins money,” laughs Paz, who has suddenly appeared. Giving Din a pointed look, “Hey, you know, the gentlemanly thing is to help the lady carry her bags inside,” before giving you a big bear side hug and greeting you with his new nickname for you (“Hey, Lil’ Lady.”) He picks up the food bags and heads in, passing Bo who’s on her way onto the landing to say hi. For one reason or another, you haven’t seen her since Jimmy’s fight night; after a big hug, she looks at you with seriousness, “Thank god you’re back. This one,” she jabs a thumb at Din, “was an unbearable grump while you were apart. Please never leave us again.” She takes Al’s leash from you, and leads him inside the apartment; a second later you hear a raucous cheer of “Alfredo!!” followed by Al’s happy barks.

After setting out the food you brought (caprese sandwiches, sugar dusted mascarpone-blueberry turnovers, bruschetta) and putting what needs to be warmed in the oven (garlic knots, salmon-onion dip, turkey meatball pops), you text the girls and receive an enthusiastic response to the suggested change of plans.

Sitting on Din’s lap to give him the good news, you pass around the sandwiches to the delight of the players already seated at the big card table Din set out for the occasion. You’re excited that the Mandos that are here tonight will get to meet some of your friends and you tell them so.

“Looking forward to it! And… you get to meet Poe tonight,” says Koska, with an almost apologetic look.

“Who’s Poe?” you ask, curiously looking around at the facial expressions of the Mandos, ranging from eye rolling to what can only be described as shit eating grins.

Din explains, “He’s Boba’s son.”

“And you guys… like him?”

“We have to,” quips Paz, which is met with laughter from the group, “but we also do for real. He’s just… a lot.”

Mayfeld chimes in, “He’s all about having good time; always trying to up the ante cause he’s got ‘My dad’s a big deal’ energy and always has. Used to start shit for fun when we were in school cause he knew no one could do anything to him.”

“I remember it more like he would start trouble with that smart mouth of his, then one of us would have to finish it.” Paz looks at you, “Used to be me and Din standing between him and a bloody nose, every damn time.”

Din appears to be a bit more forgiving of the past, “He’s calmed down a bit now… still has the smart mouth and a lot of energy, but blows off steam in more constructive ways… like poker instead of all night partying. Which is like the rest of us, really…”

Jimmy reaches past you to grab a sandwich, “Yeah, the rest of you old timers…”

“What was that?”, Bo cocks an eye brow at the young boxer, who smartly pretends to be incredibly invested in selecting the right sandwich.

Wrapping his arms a little more tightly around your waist, Din draws soothing circles on your thigh with his fingers, “Don’t let Paz give you the wrong impression of Poe; he’s just bitter because he was always the one who ended up getting in trouble when someone wanted to kick Poe’s ass.”

Paz huffs, “Yeah, getting in trouble for defending him when he probably should have taken a pounding; kissing someone else’s girlfriend half the time.”

“Omigod” you giggle, as Paz puts Jimmy in a loose headlock; revenge for the “old timers” comment.

Woves pipes up, “Oh yeah, he’s still a shameless flirt. Warn your friends.”

“Warn her friends?! Warn herself!” exclaims Koska.

“He’s mainly all talk though. Lisa would slit him from balls to throat if she ever caught him cheating,” Woves explains, seemingly to you.

“Caught him again, you mean,” Koska grimaces.

“Oh shoot. I forgot about that girl on the yacht.”

“I wasn’t even thinking about Fennec’s birthday party, but yeah she was pissed.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“Donut shop,” chime in Bo, Mayfeld, Din and Paz in unison.

“Lisa is his girlfriend?” you ask, unsure.

“His wife. And the mother of his two beautiful kids. They’ve been together since high school. On and off, if you haven’t guessed already,” Bo looks embarrassed, even though she has no reason to.

Din hooks his chin over your shoulder and says gently, “That was in the past, though. They’ve worked through it and he’s been good.”

“Nah. I bet he just got good at not getting caught. Always assume cheating until proven otherwise, is what I say,” pontificates Mayfield.

“And that, Mayfeld, is why you’re single,” snickers Woves.

“Right, and you’re beating them off with a stick,” counters Mayfield. The group laughs, but you find yourself quiet. You know the Mandos are just joking around and that they’ve all known eachother forever, but you can’t help but bristle a little at the casual way they talk about Poe’s past (and potential?) infidelity. If the rest of the Mandos are anything like Din, you know they value loyalty and fealty, but did their sense of unwavering commitment not extend to partners? You and Din haven’t officially discussed exclusivity; you had assumed that like you, Din wasn’t seeing anyone else – but maybe that wasn’t the case.

You can feel yourself getting in your own head and before you can help yourself, an image of Din kissing someone else flashes before your eyes and your heart constricts painfully. Sliding off of Din’s lap, you excuse yourself to go check on the food in the oven; you make to busy yourself with taking out and plating the food, but you can’t help it, the heart-breaking image has taken root in your mind. You’re mad at yourself for spiraling so quickly over something created entirely by your own overactive imagination. Yes, you haven’t confirmed your relationship status with Din, but he hasn’t given you any reason to give any weight to your sudden anxiety. This stabbing pain in your chest is entirely of your own making and you feel so much embarrassment that you start to tear up a little bit, which makes it even worse.

You’re not sure how long you’re in the kitchen wallowing, but it must be a while because Din comes in looking for you, “Need any help, pretty bird?”

Turning away from him, you say quietly, “No, thank you though. I should have everything out in a minute.”

And just like that, Din knows something is wrong; he makes sure you don’t have anything in your hands before wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his nose right behind your ear and kissing your neck lovingly, “I’m here, baby.”

He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, even though he wants to know. He doesn’t ask how he can help, even though he would do anything to make it better; he just wants you to know he’s there and that you can come to him on your terms. You turn in his arms and bury your face into him, breathing in his soothing scent and instantly feeling calmer. Face smooshed into his chest, you mumble, “Dhnn, dyoothkchhhteenisohhhk?”

Din chuckles, “Sorry, pretty bird, I don’t think I caught that.”

Leaning away slightly, but not making eye contact, you re-ask your somewhat loaded question in a quiet voice, “Din, do you think cheating is ok?”

Cupping your jaw and tilting your head up to meet his concerned eyes, Din says gently, “No, no, I don’t, sweetheart. What brought this on? Is it because we were talking about Poe?”

You sigh a small sigh, “I guess so. You just seem to all be so… okay with his cheating history? At least everyone talks about it so casually. And I’m guessing you all know Lisa too… I feel so bad for her if everyone is talking about how her husband cheats like it’s so normal or something…” You collect yourself and take a deep breath, “Din, actually, no, I’m sorry. That’s being presumptuous. You’ve all been friends forever and have so much shared history… I don’t mean to assume anything about your friendships. I just… I didn’t know if the way Poe’s cheating seems to be no big deal… means that all cheating is no big deal.”

“I see,” considers Din. He knows this is a serious topic and it obviously means a lot to you, but he can’t help but find your anxious state somewhat endearing, you aren’t usually so flustered and it makes him desperately want to scoop you up in his arms and soothe away your worries. He bends down to give you a little peck on your lips before picking you up by your waist and placing you on a free space on the counter. He doesn’t want you to be able to avoid eye contact with him when he answers, “Pretty bird, I don’t blame you for getting the wrong idea. You’re right, we probably are too casual when we talk about Poe’s exploits. It’s been going on forever, and he’s kind of like… a show that we get front row seats for? Like a celebrity kind of? We love him, and he give us something to talk about, but the way he lives is not the way we live. He lives in a totally different world than the Mandos; when you’re the boss’ son, you play by different rules.”

You gaze reverently at Din as he so patiently and lovingly talks you down from your self created ledge and can’t help but let a little smile crack.

“Poe… well, you’ll see. Poe is Poe. Can’t be mad at him. And sometimes that makes it seem like the shit he pulls isn’t that bad. But, baby, for ourselves? I promise you, no Mando has ever been a cheat. It goes against everything we stand for; we don’t cheat each other, we don’t cheat the family, and we definitely don’t cheat in our relationships. And I swear to you, baby – I never have and would never cheat. Not on anyone, but definitely not you.” Leaning in to alternate soft kisses to your lips, your neck, the corners of your mouth and your nose, Din’s voice gets low and husky, “Why would I want anyone else? You’re my dream girl. You make me laugh and smile. You’re so sweet. And the smartest. You know how smart you are? I’m obsessed with everything that comes out of that mouth. I could listen to you talk about anything for hours. Days. And you’re beautiful, and kind, and you take care of me, and my friends. Just look at how much effort you put in to the food for tonight when you didn’t have to even bring anything at all. I’m so lucky. Why would I ever want anyone else?”

“Oh Din,” you whisper, marveling at Din’s talent for saying all the perfect things; you had wound yourself up inexplicably tight, but he knew exactly how to calm you and pull you out of your dark place, “How do you always know what I need to hear to feel better?”

“It’s actually very easy, sweetheart. All I need to do is tell you the truth,” murmurs Din, as he starts to deepen the kisses, “Actually, scratch that. I lied a bit, I’m just obsessed with this mouth, period. Love kissing this mouth. Love when this mouth opens up for me. How it feels pressed on my skin. The way it takes my cock…”

“Oh fuck, Din-“

“…but the thing I love the most about this mouth is the sounds it makes when you come,” Din buries his face into your neck, nipping at your sensitive spots as you cross your ankles behind his back and pull him closer.

A round of raucous laughter from the poker table pulls you out of your arousal laden haze and away from Din, both of you panting lightly. Looking in Din’s eyes and finding nothing but sincerity, you feel comfortable enough to broach the last of your overblown concerns, “Din, if you were seeing other people though, I couldn’t be mad, I guess. It’s not like we’ve had any talks about exclusivity.”

At first, Din isn’t sure if you’re being serious, the idea so absurd to him. But when he sees you start to chew your bottom lip nervously, he placates you, “Oh, pretty bird, I didn’t think we needed to have a talk about it. I’ve been exclusively yours since I met you in the coffeeshop. I was yours and only yours before I even knew your name, before I knew if I would ever see you again,” Din leans his forehead against yours and you can barely breathe from his romantic words.

When you sigh, relaxed, Din grins, “Feeling better, sweetheart?” Looking up at him, your eyes bright, you smile and nod happily. As he helps you hop down from the counter, you cheekily ask, “Don’t you want to ask if I’m seeing anyone else?”

Din stills, hands frozen where they were holding your waist not a moment ago, “Are you?”

Now you can’t help but be mischievous, “And if I were?”

Eyes darkening, Din reaches for you, “Baby, I-”

At that moment, your phone buzzes and you’re saved, “Oh! Bea and Rory are downstairs! I’m going to let them in!” You grab a plate of garlic knots and practically flounce out of the kitchen, depositing the plate at the poker table before exiting the apartment. You’re about halfway down the stairs when you hear the outside door being buzzed open, and see the smiling faces of your friends along with a the attractive face of a dark haired man you don’t recognize.

The man is chatting animatedly with Bea, his smile lighting up his whole face. He is quite handsome, you admit – soft longish curls frame his face and he’s mainly clean cut with just a hint of a shadow, giving you a clear view of his chiseled jaw. His lightly hooded eyes are bright and full of mirth, and his expression is currently so energetic he has a charming, almost boyish look about him.

You wait for the trio on the second-floor landing; Rory spots you first (“Babe!!”) and rushes up the last few steps before enveloping you in a big hug, the bags in her hands full of clinking wine bottles. You giggle and give her a big kiss on the cheek, “Is this overkill?” as you peek in her bags and find 7 bottles (2 Cabernet Sauvignons, 2 Sauvignon Blancs, 2 Beaujolais [that’s for you], and one bottle of Rosé).

Rory shrugs, “Didn’t know what everyone would like?”

“That’s why I brought tequila! Everyone hates tequila!” quips the stranger, beaming widely.

“…and tequila hates everyone,” you smile and introduce yourself while pulling Bea in for a hug.

“Poe! Poe Dameron! You must be Din’s girl. Must say, I can see what the fuss is all about,” he winks, “Guess it’s true what they say, beautiful girls only hang out with other beautiful girls.”

You’re so confused. The line is so cheesy. And you know about his flirting from the Mandos… but you’re not creeped out? Apparently you and your friends are not immune to Poe’s famous charm and earnest brown eyes and you suddenly understand what Din meant when he said you just can’t be mad at Poe.

“Dameron!” comes a shout at the top of the stairs; it’s Paz, with a look of impatience on his face. Unless you’re Paz, you chuckle to yourself.

“Sorry, Heavy P! Got distracted, I mean, even you can’t blame me,” Poe flashes his winning smile again before angling out his elbows and offering up his arms for any willing woman to take. Letting your friends have at it, you walk ahead and mouth to Paz as you get to the top, “Omigod. Heavy P?!?”

Paz rolls his eyes and shakes his head (“Lil’ Lady, don’t.”) before muttering, “I swear to god,” and holding out his hands to take the wine from Rory and the bags of food from Bea (which you now realize that Poe notably did not offer to help carry).

You enter the apartment as a comical looking group: Paz laden down with bags that he carries directly to the kitchen (scowling), you looking amused (eyes wide with a kind of astonishment at the scene that just played out), then Poe bringing up the rear, making a grand entrance with a beautiful woman on each arm, grandstanding like a debutant making her entrance at the cotillion. Al makes a beeline for Rory and Bea when he spots them, and they readily abandon Poe to greet the pup; you have to stifle a snicker when you see Poe’s look of disappointment at having been upstaged by a dog.

“Told you he’s a lot,” a voice whispers in your ear; you turn to find Din grinning at you. He gives you a little kiss on top of your head before going to greet and welcome your friends. Introductions are made and everyone gathers around the card table so that those who are playing can play, and everyone can chat, drink and eat. The Mandos are incredibly hospitable and warm towards your friends; you don’t know if it’s out of kindness to you and Din or just because they really are a friendly bunch, but it fills you with joy to see your friends so well taken care of. To no one’s surprise (not even Bea or Rory’s), Poe insists on pouring everyone a shot of the tequila he brought and plays deaf to people’s protests. Rory downs hers without complaint before going back to her cards; you wrinkle your nose in disgust at your shot and when Poe isn’t looking, Din drinks yours, and you see Mayfeld nonchalantly do the same for Bea. Poe just goes about his business, pouring himself more shots and chaotically raising bets while telling wild story after story about the people in the room (usually targeting the last person who called his hand). He’s entertaining for sure, and he's seems less interested in winning at poker than he is getting everyone to have a good time. It’s working. Poe’s energy is infectious and the tequila is effective - the party gets livelier and livelier as the evening goes on.

At a certain point, Woves and Paz nearly get into it after Poe (deliberately?) exposes his hand and everyone decides it’s a good time for a break so people can stretch and get more food. You and Bea flop down on the couch with your wine, and a few people, including Poe, come over to join you, “So, when are you going to come and meet my dad?”

“Why would she meet your dad?” Bea asks curiously.

You look at Poe, your eyes widening just a little, mouth open to interject but having no response ready. Without missing a beat, Poe says smoothly, “Oh, my dad and Din’s dad were best friends. Din’s basically family. My father’s favourite son.”

Bea laughs and you shoot Poe a grateful look, which he acknowledges only with the quickest of winks. Din comes over, catching the tail end of this exchange; he claps Poe on the back appreciatively before sitting down and throwing his arm around you, “I think I’m done for the night, pretty bird. Don’t have any more money for Rory to take.”

“Told you she’d clean you all out,” you giggle.

“I think both Bo and Paz are in love with her, too. I’m not getting in the middle of that, so I’m just going to hang out here with you for the rest of the night, if you don’t mind.”

You shake your head, “Of course not, but are you sure? I don’t want your friends to think that when I’m around, your attention is divided.”

“Oh, it’s not divided, sweetheart.” Smooth talker. But you can’t help but feel flushed at Din’s words.

“Ok, ew. Yeah, Dad is going to love you. He’s been wanting Din to settle down for forever and he deep down he loves this gooey stuff,” bemoans Poe, and the group cracks up.

When the card game looks like it’s going to start up again, Bea yawns a bit and announces she’s going to go hover over Rory to gently encourage her to cash out her winnings so they can head out soon. This reminds you that you have something for her, and you excuse yourself saying you’ll be right back.

When you emerge from the bedroom with the book you brought for Bea, you run into Din in the hallway; he’s leaning up against the wall, as if waiting for you.

“Hey you,” your smile easy and wide, reflective of how content you are with how this evening has gone.

Din moves towards you and using only his size advantage, crowds you against the wall he was just leaning against, then braces his forearm above you and peers down at you, “Hey pretty bird.”

You can’t help but let out a school girl giggle at this move.

Still holding your gaze, Din says in a low voice, “Don’t think I forgot what we were talking about in the kitchen before.”

Oh. So that’s what this little display is about; you’ve had a little time to think about it and you smile sheepishly, “Oh Din, I have to apologize for that. Like, the image of you kissing someone else only flashed across my mind for a second and it upset me so much! I shouldn’t have teased you with the same thing. I’m sorry.” You look up at Din with your most innocent, forgive-me eyes.

Din softens internally; he had been prepared to tease you mercilessly, but now looking down at you and feeling a little bad that you had been upset earlier, he’s tempted to let you off the hook. Maybe.

“Pretty bird, I’m sorry you had even a moment’s doubt and that it upset you; in case it’s not clear, I’m yours and yours only. There isn’t anyone else, baby. Couldn’t be anyone else.”

You melt under Din’s words and you want to make sure he knows how you feel too, “I feel the same way. You’re so sweet, and kind, and caring, I can’t believe you’re real sometimes. You make me so happy. There’s no one else for me but you, Din.”

“But,” Din leans in to whisper darkly in your ear, “if you were seeing other people…”

You gasp a little at the low edge to his voice. “…I would want to know who they were.” Din places a light kiss on your jaw before pulling back to move to the other side of your face and when he does, the expression you see on his face makes you shiver. “I’d want to make sure they were treating you right.” Another light kiss on your jaw. Switching back again to the other side to nuzzle just below your ear, he continues in his deep, sultry drawl, “But when it’s my time with you… I’d remind you of who you really belong to.”

Afraid of letting out a whimper, you bite down on your lower lip, eyes open wide while you take in Din’s words. “The things I would do to you would make you scream out my name until you couldn't speak, until you forget every other name but mine. And when I’m done, there wouldn’t be any doubt in that pretty head of yours that you belong to me, sweetheart.”

This time you do whimper out loud and you’re sure everyone on the other side of the wall can hear; at this, Din dips to kiss his way to your other ear and growls, “Mine.” You feel your panties dampen at his possessive words, the low timber of his voice making your knees buckle; Din catches you by wedging his thigh between your legs and you curl your arms under his to steady yourself. “Yours,” you whisper, “all yours, daddy.”

Din’s mouth is on yours in a flash, tongue gaining quick entrance as your soft moans escape without your permission. He drinks you in like a man parched, chasing your taste, unable to get enough. You match the pressing brush of his lips and the movement of his tongue, stroke for stroke; his possessive manner and almost jealous sounding tone unlocking a deep desire within you. It’s the same part of you that loves to be marked by his mouth, his hands, his cum; that part of your being that wants Din to claim you. You’re getting all the way lost in Din and the way he surrounds you when you drop the book you’re still holding for Bea and it makes a loud thud that silences the chattering voices on the other side of the wall.

“Hey, lovebirds! We can fucking hear you!” booms Paz.

“Looks like I’m not the horniest one for once!”

“Shut up, Dameron!” Din yells, but with a grin only for you, “Yeah, I’m kicking them all out now, pretty bird.”

Chuckling, you give Din a sweet kiss before picking up the book that gave you both away, “Don’t do that. We need to give Rory time to take all of Poe’s money.” Winking, you turn to blow Din a kiss before rounding the corner to a chorus of hoots and hollers.

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Poker night has been so much fun, you’re almost sad it’s over. Everyone ate and loved the food you and the girls brought over; Mayfeld quietly apologizes for eating over 70% of the garlic knots and on behalf of everyone else who plan to politely demand that you supply the food for all future poker games. To no one’s surprise, Rory leaves the poker game the big winner, having taken nearly everyone’s money and also the hearts of both Paz and Bo. Jimmy and Brian encourage you to invite your friends to the next big fight, making sure to do so in Bea’s earshot. Woves and Koska, both wine drunk, fight over who gets to take Al out for his nighttime walk; a fight they both lose when Din steps in and declares clearly that Al’s late-night walks are spoken for. Poe, to (poorly) quote Pride and Prejudice, simpered and smirked all evening and made love to them all – you concede that the Mandos were right, he really is the life of the party.

After everyone leaves and you put your girls in a cab, you and Din set out on your nightly walk with Al. As you stroll through the neighbourhood, still bustling despite the late hour, you feel Din pull you closer into his side and you respond by hugging his waist and looking up adoringly at him, “I think Al had such a good time tonight, Din. Thank you for letting me bring him.”

“Of course. Al’s my boy. What about you, pretty bird? Did you have a good time?”

You nod truthfully, “I really did. I think everyone had such a good time and your friends were so, so nice to my friends.”

“Even Poe?”

“Especially Poe.” You both chuckle and continue the walk in comfortable silence for a bit. Deep in thought about the serious discussion the two of you had in the midst of all the fun tonight, Din wants to make sure you’re feeling okay, “How are you feeling about what we talked about? I know some of the stuff with Poe made you a bit uneasy.”

“Mmmhmm, I went to a bad head space for a bit, but you pulled me out. Thank you, Din,” you say, lightheartedly, your easy tone suggestive of having moved past it.

“I’m always here for you, pretty bird.”

“And I’m more than okay with what we talked about,” you add; it’s an innocent enough response, but now you’re thinking about how hot your conversation in the hallway was. Recalling Din’s dark expression as he talked about making you his has you squirming and you feel the warmth of your arousal start to seep through your panties. When you finally make it to the sidewalk outside of the gym, you decide to broach the topic again.

“Din?”

“Yes, baby?”

You consider how to ask for what you want, “When we get home, do you think you can.. I want you to… do what you said in the hallway?”

Din tilts his head slightly to convey he’s not sure what you mean.

Suddenly shy, the words spill out in a hurry, “I want you act like I’m seeing other people, and then I want you to fuck me hard until I forget that anyone exists but you.”

Realization hits Din like a freight train and he’s overcome by his need to have you right now, “Is that what you want, pretty bird? You want me to make you scream my name so many times you don’t need to know any one else’s?”

You nod, biting your bottom lip, “Fuck me and claim me, daddy.”

“Holy fu-, I can do that. But tonight, I’m not your daddy. You only call me by my name. Got it, pretty bird?”

Wordlessly, you nod again.

“Good girl. Now get upstairs.”

Go to: Ch. 11 Addendum - After The Poker Game

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aerynwrites · 3 years

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Mysterious Man Masterlist

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*This section includes the main story*

Mysterious Man - Reader gets jumped by a gang member on her way home from work - Boba takes the opportunity to help his favorite waitress.

Chapter 2 - the day after he attack reader confront Boba about the phone conversation and then accepts a date.

Chapter 3 - A sour end to their date and a visit from an unexpected visitor make reader question her relationship with Boba

Chapter 4 - Boba goes to reader to try and make up for how their last date ended.

Chapter 5** - A new player is added into the mix and Boba has a little surprise set up for the reader. Their relationship goes just a little further.

Chapter 6 - Reader sees something she shouldn’t and Boba makes a discovery.

Chapter 7 - Boba’s findings drive a wedge in their relationship. Reader gets some unexpected guests and Boba’s enemies finally get their hands on what they want most.

Chapter 8 - Boba gets news that reader has been taken by The Hutts and vows to save her. Reader gets some disturbing news of her own.

Chapter 9 - Coming Soon!

Chapter 10 - Coming Soon!

*This sections includes slices of life for Boba and Reader that tie into the main story but can be read separately*

Coffee and Pie - reader works up the courage to finally approach her favorite customer.

Sick Day - park of my December challenge 2021 with prompt “catching a cold”

Surprise’s - part of my December challenge 2021 with prompt “warm bath”

Valentine’s Day one shot - Boba surprises reader with a day of treats on Valentines Day and reader had a surprise of her own.

*This section includes HCs and asks about Boba and Reader*

What hobbies do Boba and Reader take up together?

What kind of lover is Mob Boss!Boba? (NSFW)

What happens if Boba misses a date?

What kind of lover is Mob Boss!Boba (part 2) NSFW

His Favorite movie and Hobbies.

Does he look into the reader’s past before he pursues her?

MB!Boba’s past flames.

Does he ever become the reader’s sugar daddy? xD

What does he do to relax on vacation?

Art

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I have about a million thoughts and questions about mob boss boba 😅 But since I'm a sucker for angst... What happens when he can't make it to a date? Like there has been an attack on him and he's in no condition to go. Is he going to send his second in command Fennec to apologize? I could see the waitress demanding she takes her to him so she can take care of him. 🥰

Ooo okay okay I love this one Bc I do intend to portray this through the main series as well but here’s a little insight right now!

(Okay so this turned into more of a drabble than anything lol. Oops)

So as I’m trying to establish, Boba is not going to really let Reader in on what he does. As is usual with the mob, they keep work and life VERY separate. Sure their SOs might have an inkling as to what is happening or what they do but they don’t talk about their work over dinner if you catch my drift.

Boba has never told reader what he does - just that he comes from money and has created some enemies in his line of work and his front I’m the form of his hotel was honestly enough for reader for a while.

He’s missed a few dates here and there due to being called away on business or whatnot but never has he sent fennec.

You were just about to get up and leave the five star restaurant Boba had made reservations at. You had been sitting there for over an hour waiting for him with multiple worrried texts gone unanswered which caused you to worry even more, Bc no matter what Boba always let you know if he wasn’t going to make it.

“Are you running late?”

“Is everything okay?”

“Do I need to cancel the reservation?”

“Boba, please text me back, I’m starting to get worried…”

You are looking down at your phone once more when a familiar face approaches you and catches your attention with a gentle hand on your shoulder. You look up and are confused to see Fennec dressed in her usual suit giving you a grim look.

The second she mentions Bobas been hurt you are out fo your seat and the other woman has to practically run after you before following you into the waiting car. You don’t even give her time to explain before asking what hospital he’s at and she tells you that his own doctor is keeping an eye on him at the hotel.

When you finally see Boba you feel both relieved and horrified at the same time. He’s alive, but looks as if he was hit by a bus.

“Boba, what happened?” You’d ask, walking over to the side of the bed, taking his hand in yours softly as you sit on the fledge of the mattress.

Boba just smiles (well more like grimaces) through the pain and squeezes your hand reassuringly. “Nothing you need to worry yourself about, Princess,” he said, before shorting a stern look over your shoulder at Fennec, “I didn’t even want you to see me like this.”

Fennec shrugs her shoulders, “I couldn’t exactly stop her.”

“Nor should she have,” you say, scooting closer to Boba as you hear Fennece leave the room, “What the hell happened?”

Boba sighs and shakes his head. “I don’t really want to discuss it right now,” he says firmly, ending the discussion before it can begin. But he quickly softens as he takes in your done up appearance.

“I’m sorry I missed another date,” he say quietly, his free hand moving up to tug at the hem of your simple dress, “you look stunning, as usual.”

You can’t help but smile at him, your worry dissipating slightly at his words. “Don’t apologize,” you assure him, reaching up t on gently cup his cheek, careful to avoid the dark bruises blooming on his skin. “I just wish I could help in some way.”

His signature smirk tugs at his lips and he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles before tugging you towards him. “You can help by laying here and keeping an injured man, company.” He teases.

You let out a quiet chuckle before kicking your shoes off and moving so you were lying against his side, arm tossed over his tummy while his came around your shoulders.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You finally ask after several moments of silence.

Boba sighs as he presses a quick kiss to the crown of your head. “I am now.”

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Day 7 - Catching a cold || Tissues, savory soup, and cuddles. (Mob Boss!Boba Fett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: first prompt with Mob Boss!Boba!! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did! ❤️

Word count: 1167

Warnings: none just fluffy goodness 🥰

You can’t even remember the last time you were sick. You don’t get sick. Ever. So, when you woke up feeling as if you were on death’s door, you were scrambling with what to do. You called into work first, not wanting to spread whatever you had to anyone else before running down the street to the convenience store to grab some medicine. After that, you came right back to your little apartment and after dosing yourself with probably too much medication proceeded to cocoon yourself in a blanket on the couch with a warm cup of tea in reach.

You feel awful, you think to yourself after several episodes of your comfort show. Your body aches, your head feels like it's about to explode, and your chest rattles with every cough that racks through you. Just as you’re about to reach for another tissue, the sound of firm knocking on your door causes you to groan. The last thing you want to do is get up, but as the knocking continues, you have no other choice.

Looking through the peephole, your eyes widen as you realize who’s on the other side. You quickly unlock your door and crack it. opening it just enough to speak to them.

“Boba?” You question, voice coming out hoarse and miserable sounding, “What are you doing here?”

The man before you simply holds up a large thermos. “I had Kriel fix up a batch of his best soup. This stuff works miracles against illnesses - it’s always gotten me back to one hundred percent.”

Your heart thumps wildly in your chest at the thoughtful gesture, before another question tug at your mind. “How’d you know I was sick?”

Boba smiles as he sticks his free hand in his pants pocket and shrugs his shoulders. “I stopped by the diner as usual and noticed you weren’t there. Jessica told me you were sick before I could even ask her,” he let out a quiet chuckle, “She’s perceptive, that one.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Tell me about it.” You look back to Boba and feel your eyes soften as you take him in. “Thank you for stopping by. I would invite you in, but I don’t want you to get sick.”

Boba just lets out a huff and a quick ‘tsk’, as he shakes his head. “I’m not leaving you here alone - what kind of man would I be to leave you alone when you’re sick?” He asks, signature smirk tugging at his lips. “Now are you going to let me in or am I going to have to find another way?”

You consider him for a moment, about to refuse him one more time. However, you see the genuine concern sparkling in his eyes and you can’t bring yourself to refuse him. You let out a sigh, “Fine,” you relent, opening the door and stepping aside to let Boba into your apartment, “But don’t blame me if you get sick.”

Boba smiles and leans down to press his lips to your forehead, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He pulls away from you as quickly as he comes down, brows pulling together as the back of his hand replaces his lips on your forehead. “You’re hot.”

You nod and look back at your coffee table cluttered with used tissues and empty pill packages. “I’ve been running a low grade fever all day,” you mumble, leaning into Boba when he opens his arms. “I’ve been taking medicine and everything.”

Boba hums, and you can feel the sound reverberate in his chest. His free hand falls to run up and down your back before he pulls away to look down at you. “I’m going to go run you a bath and then you are going to get in, wash up and relax, while I heat up some soup. Sound like a plan?”

You smile up at him, and nod. “That sounds wonderful, thank you, Boba.”

The man smiles, playing another kiss on your cheek. “Anything for you, princess.”

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You exit the bathroom, a new set of pj’s on and feeling slightly better than before. You take a deep breath and are surprised to actually be able to smell a tantalizing scent drifting from the kitchen. Entering the small space, you see Boba ladling a delicious looking dark soup into a bowl. You take a small moment to admire the man in your kitchen, the man you are thankful to call yours. He’s gotten comfortable since you’ve been in the bath. He traded out his usual suit for a simple pair of sweatpants and a shirt he keeps here for when he stays over. He looks comfortable here, in your space that has slowly morphed into his space too the longer you have been together.

It’s not long before Boba senses your presence and he turns to look over his shoulder at you. “Go get comfortable,” he nods his head towards the living room, “I’ll bring this out for you.”

You silently obey, smiling to yourself as you return to your place on the couch, bringing the blanket over your lap as you sink into the cushions. You go to reach for a tissue from the box when you realize that Boba seemed to have cleaned up the table while you were in the bathroom as well.

The familiar warmth swells in your chest once more, and you turn to address him as you hear him enter the room. “You didn’t have to clean up, you know,” you say as he rounds the couch.

Boba moves to sit next to you, careful not to spill the contents of the bowl in his hands. “It was no trouble,” he says, “I’m here to take care of you, princess. Like you’ve taken care of me.”

Your eyes soften at his words, and you can’t help but look away from him momentarily. Overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through you. “You do too much sometimes,” you murmur, glancing up and sending him a small smile to assure him your words are nothing but full of love.

“Nothing is ever too much for you.”

Both of you are silent for a brief moment following his words. To break the silence, Boba clears his throat and moves to hand you the bowl of soup, along with a spoon. “Now here,” he says, “With this and a few more episodes of your show,” He reaches forward to grab the remote, “you’ll be feeling better in no time.”

You smile as Boba hits play and settles back into the cushions. He pulls the excess blanket from your lap to drop over his own before pulling you into his side gently, careful to not make you spill your meal. You immediately snuggle into his side, breathing him in quietly before looking up at him.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Boba.”

He looks down at you then, a soft smile replacing his usual smirk as he brushes your cheek gently. “Anytime, princess.”

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Bby what kind of lover 😉 do you think DearSoldier!Boba is in bed…

Ya know - it really depends nonny 😌

18+ NSFW under the cut:

Okay so, on one hand I could see Boba being rough. After a meeting that went south or a job that went horribly wrong or just because you look absolute gorgeous in a dress he picked out…I could just see him holding back nothing.

He’d press you against the nearest surface and just fuck the absolute life out of you. Sometimes even checking to make sure you remember the safe word you both agreed on before making sure the only thing you can remember is his name and the things he can do to you.

Boba is a dominant lover.

On the other hand…

I could also see him being so gentle. His everyday work life is so dark and violent anyways, most of the time he wants to come home and cherish one of the only good things in his life.

You.

I could see him wrapping his arms around you and pressing gentle kisses to your lips and body as he undresses you slowly. I could see him slowing down and whispering sweet words of praise and love in your ear as he thrust into you, grinding his hips at a tempered yet maddening pace that pushes you to the brink but draws out the pleasure as he makes love to you.

And I could most definitely see him telling you how much he loves you and how you’re the one light in his life full of darkness and even though you don’t fully understand just how true that is, you hold him closer anyway and he just melts into you, pressing his chest against your own as you both finally meet your peaks.

Boba is also an attentive and caring lover.

And he wants to cherish you every moment he gets.

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Mysterious Man || Pt.7

Mob Boss!Boba Fett x Female!Reader

A/N: ignore the armor in the above gif xD i was running out if Boba gifs to use lol. Anyways, here it is, part 7! only two more parts to go after this. I hope you all enjoy! Thank you to @princessbatears for beta’ing this chapter!

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: canon typical violence, angst, hurt/no comfort (yet).

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You shouldn’t feel this way.

You shouldn’t feel this overbearing sense of guilt. Shouldn’t feel like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. But with the way Boba is glaring down at you, the love from earlier this morning is completely absent from his eyes…you think you feel more dread than guilt.

“What is this?” he finally asks, shaking the card in the air.

You take a deep breath, trying and failing to steady your nerves. You haven’t done anything wrong. You just need to tell him the truth. “That detective came into the diner a few months ago,” you start, trying to avoid Boba’s withering gaze, “He started asking questions about you, what you do, and all this and I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about because you own the hotel which everyone already knows-” you’re rambling by now. Still telling the truth but you can’t understand why Boba is still looking at you like that. “Then I told him that he should leave because I wasn’t going to tell him anything else because it’s all pretty straightforward. But he gave me his card anyway.”

“And you kept it?” Boba stands from his position leaned up against the couch, brows drawn together in frustration.

You feel yourself getting annoyed now, you told him everything. Why is he still pushing?

You throw your hands out to the side, “I tossed the card in my purse on the way out the door, Boba! Shit gets lost in there all the time-”

“Why didn’t you throw it away? That’s a lot easier than tucking it away in your purse for later use,” Boba accuses, and you finally begin to understand.

You scoff, “You think I contacted him?” your voice pitches upwards, unable to believe what he’s insinuating.

The man before you shakes his head, eyes drawn down the card still between his fingers. “Why else would you keep it?” he asks before continuing on without letting you answer. “This man, this… Detective Han Solo, has been trying to pin shit on me for years. He hates the fact that I have money and power and has tried to take me down several times.”

The venom in Boba’s voice as he speaks about the detective throws you off. The hatred drips from every word and paints itself clear as day on his features. And the thing that worries you most, is that you can see it in his eyes when he looks back up at you.

The words that have been sitting on the tip of your tongue, come spilling out before you can think better of them. “Why the hell does it matter if he’s asking questions if there’s nothing to hide?” you ask, leaning into him further, anger bubbling up in your chest because of this stupid argument.

“I didn’t tell him anything when he came because there was nothing to tell him, Boba!” you push on, “And the fact that you’re so fucking angry over a damn card when I have already told you I haven’t contacted him -”

“How do I know that’s true?” he shouts, voice echoing around in the large room and shocking you into silence. “I don’t have anything to hide,” he insists, “But how am I to know that you haven’t been going back to him and telling him things that appear innocent to you but could be twisted into something different by him and the entire Republic City Police department?”

You feel your entire being deflate. Your chest aches and you can feel the tingling of tears building up behind your eyes. “So you don’t trust me, is what you’re saying?” the words come out weak, voice unsteady as you look up at the man before you, the man who looks nothing like the one you woke up next to this morning.

It seems he finally hears your words. His shoulder sag just slightly, the malice slips away from his gaze, but he still doesn’t look at you. Instead they look down at the card once more before he lets out a deep sigh.

“I think it’s best if you go,” he says quietly, turning away from you to face the window overlooking the city.

That was the final blow.

Your heartache is joined by anger and desperation. The latter two just barely manage to cover up the feeling of your heart dropping into your stomach and the tears that threaten to spill over.

“Fine,” you gasp, “I’ll go. But don’t even think about calling me until you get your head out of your ass,” you bite, anger boiling over. “I am a lot of things but I’m not a rat. Even if there was anything to tell I wouldn’t have.” you don’t even know if he’s listening anymore, his back has been turned to you since he told you to leave. So, you do the same.

The elevator doors open as soon as you press the button and you slip inside, not giving into the urge to look back at him. And when the doors close behind you, you can’t stop the tears that stream down your cheeks.

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It’s been days since the argument. Five days to be exact, and each one feels longer than the last. You cried yourself to sleep the night he told you to leave, despite your anger at the situation, at him being a total asshole…your heartache wins out. It seems like no matter where you go or what you do, something reminds you of him. Whether it’s working your shifts at the diner and seeing his booth empty, running into Fennec which seems to be happening more often than not, to the necklace that hangs around your neck, a gift he got you for valentines day.

You can’t escape him. And you quietly hope he can't escape you either.

The diner is slower than usual today, something that you are silently grateful for since putting on a cheery persona for the customers hasn’t been easy. The only booth that is occupied is by a familiar raven haired woman that has been like your own personal phantom for the past few days. You ran into her at the corner market the day after The argument and she’s been showing up at the diner more. You want to assume it’s a coincidence but you have a feeling she’s keeping an eye on you. For what reason you’re not sure. You choose to hope that maybe Boba regrets what he said to you but is too stubborn to do anything about it, so he sends his right hand woman to keep an eye on you instead.

You approach the booth slowly, a tight smile on your lips as she looks in your direction.

“Hey Fennec,” you greet her again, gesturing to her coffee cup, “You need a refill?”

The woman looks at you for a moment, and if you didn’t know her well, you would have thought her eyes softened as she took in your appearance. Run down, dark circles beneath your eyes, orbs probably bloodshot from crying. You’ve definitely seen better days.

The woman shakes her head, “No, I’m good,” he says, “Could I get water instead? Maybe with a slice of the pie for today?”

You can’t help the pang in your chest as you hear her request. The pie of the day is cherry, yet another thing to remind you of Boba. you bite your lip and nod, “Yeah, sure thing.” you turn to go fulfill her order, but stop halfway and look back at her, toying with the front of your apron as you ask the question that has been burning at the beach of your mind.

“Fennec?” the woman looks at you again, brows raised. “How’s Boba doing?”

She pauses at your question, like she wasn’t quite expecting to hear it, or like she’s trying to figure out what to say. It doesn’t take her long to overcome her hesitancy and she lets out a soft sigh. “He’s…managing,” she offers, as if measuring her words carefully. “He’s been a little distant lately. But he’ll be fine. He always is.”

You nod, somehow the knowledge that he seems to be doing even slightly better than you, hurts all the more. You turn away again, “I’ll go get your order.”

You don’t even know what you were expecting her to say. You don’t know the answer to a lot of things lately. The main one being if Boba basically kicking you out the other night was him breaking up with you. Is he done? Is this just a break? Is he waiting for you to contact him?

You have no idea, which just makes your chest ache worse. You never thought you could hurt this much over someone. Never thought that the man you’ve come to love would do this. Your eyes widen slightly as you cut into the pie, your brain finally catching up with your own thoughts.

Love.

You love him. Of course you do. You can’t pinpoint exactly when or where the feeling started but you know you do. And that’s why it hurt so much. That’s why you wanted to kick and scream and call him an idiot the night he told you to leave. Or maybe it’s because you don’t even know if he loves you back. Would someone who loves you turn you away like that?

The tinkling of the bell above the front door interrupts you before you can think of an answer and you turn to see who walked in. as soon as you see the chestnut hair and the navy blue suit, anger bubbles up in your chest.

Detective Han Solo doesn’t even wait to be greeted, he just suanters over and takes a seat at the diner counter, looking at you expectantly. “Trouble in paradise?” he finally asks, sending you a knowing look.

“You asshole,” you seethe, making it to where he sits in three quick steps, “Why are you even here? You apparently already watch Boba’s every move, so why show up here? To rub it in my face?”

You are so blinded by rage that you completely forget about the woman sitting in the corner booth, intently listening to your conversation.

The detective shakes his head, and sends you a wry smile, “I came to see if you wanted to finally take me up on my offer.”

Your hands are balled into fists at your sides before you bring one up to point an accusing finger in the man's face. “Oh, fuck you,” you seeth, “I’m not taking you up on shit, because I can’t give you anything! And even if I could, I wouldn’t tell you.” your voice is dripping with malice as the detective’s face shifts from one of smug arrogance to slight shock. “Ever since you showed up it feels like life has knocked me on my ass, and I’m over it. Leave. I’m not serving you, and if you so much as come near me again I will file a harassment claim.”

The detective stares at you for a moment, saying nothing before he finally stands from his seat. He raps his knuckles on the counter twice before fixing you with a pitying look. “Have you ever considered that maybe I’m not the reason for your problems?”

“You are literally the exact reason for my problems right now,” your voice is disturbingly calm, “Now, please just, get. Out.”

The detective says no more. Just gives you a curt nod and turns on his heel to exit the diner, the bell jingling softly after him. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding as soon as the door closed. You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths before standing up straight and glancing back over to where Fennec was sitting. You see her talking quietly on the phone, before her eyes meet yours and she mutters something else into the receiver before hanging up. She stands from her seat and waves her phone in the air.

“Business calls,” she says simply, “Don’t worry about the pie.”

You don’t say anything as she too exits the diner, and once again you’re left alone with a multitude of emotions swimming in your chest.

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Jess comes in for her shift about halfway through your own. You didn’t realize until you saw her in the back that you haven’t talked to her in a while, not since before the argument with Boba.

She comes hustling in as usual, never quite late but pushing it all the same. However, when she sees you sitting in the back for your break she can tell something is wrong. She immediately walks over to you wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace and it takes everything in you not to burst into tears.

“What’s wrong?” She finally asks, only pulling away from the hug when you loosen your grip.

You shake your head, knowing talking about it will make you cry. You shrug his shoulders. “I can call you later and tell you about it. My break is almost over and I don’t want to get into it here.”

Your friend gives you a sympathetic smile and nods, “Sure. Since I close up, can I meet up with you after work? Milkshakes on me from Freddie’s?”

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. “Yeah, that sounds great actually.”

Jess smiles back, “Then it’s a date! Now let’s get to work and hopefully the day won’t drag by.”

You follow Jess out to the front of the house and continue your shift. As if Jess spoke it into existence, your shift does go by fairly quickly. The diner stays steadily busy so the time passes faster than usual. The end of your shift approaches sooner than you realize and you decide to take one more table before you call it a day. A group of four men had taken a seat at a booth in the far back corner in your section so you walked over, pulling out your notepad and pen.

“Welcome to Joe’s Diner, what can I get for you boys today?” You ask, spewing the regular greeting.

All four of them look at you, and instead do the usual friendly-ish greetings you usually receive, they look at you like a piece of meat. More than that even, it looks like they’re appraising you. You shift your weight anxiously, their lack of reply and predatory gazes putting you off.

“We have a best sellers section on the front of the menu-“

The largest man, the one sitting on the right edge seat speaks up, mouth twisted in a frown. “We know how the menu works sweet cheeks,” he practically sneers.

You have to bite your cheek to stop from snapping back at him and instead take a deep breath. “Okay, well…can I get you started with some drinks while you look over the menu?”

There’s another silence as your question hangs in the air, and the man that snapped at you shifts in his seat. He reaches up scratching at his unkempt beard and it’s then that you see it.

An eerily familiar tattoo that brings back memories of that night all those months ago. The man who attacked you has the same one. And so do all the men at the table.

Your eyes go wide, and you take an unconscious step backwards. Something the man notices. He sends you a lopsided smirk.

“Something wrong, sweet cheeks?” He asks, voice anything but friendly.

You shake your head, and move to turn away from the table, ready to tell Joe what’s going on. But as soon as you turn to leave, a large callused hand latches onto your wrist, stopping your escape. You turn back around, wincing as his grip continues to tighten.

“Let go of me,” you say firmly, fear rising in your chest at the looks on their faces.

The man holding onto you shakes his head, and then gives you a knowing look. “You’re Fett’s girl, aren’t you?”

Those words alone strike more panic within you and you manage to wrench your hand free from his grasp, turning and all but sprinting back towards the kitchen. You ignore the stares of the other patrons, nearly running into Jess as she carries a tray full of food from the kitchen.

“Woah!” She exclaims, barely managing to save the food from toppling to the floor, “What's going on? Why are you in such a rush?”

You shake your head, mind running a mile a minute and the only thing you’re able to clearly decipher is the need to get to Boba. To call him, text him, anything.

“I have to go,” you rush out, “I’m sorry, I need to leave.”

You ignore Jess’s questioning calls as you go to the back and grab your purse, rushing out the back before anyone can stop you.

Once out on the street you immediately start walking, borderline jogging towards the hotel, digging around in your purse for your phone. You hit Boba’s number and bring the phone up to your ear, listening to the endless ringing until it sends you to voicemail.

“Fuck,” you curse to yourself, ending the call before trying again.

Your heart is racing, your hands feel numb from the shock running through your veins. You thought you had gotten over that night. Gotten over your attack. But those men, their tattoos, the way he grabbed you…it brought it all back. And all you wanted was for Boba to tell you that everything’s okay. All of your anger over the argument dissipates in this moment. Fuck the argument. All you want right now is him.

He saved you once. If you can just get to him…

The phone goes to voicemail again, and you want to scream. You go to call again, but the moment you move to press the button the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. You slow your pace and give a quick glance over your shoulder. Your heart drops into your stomach at the sight of a black SUV slowing to a crawl behind you.

Maybe it’s irrational. But you know something is wrong. Those men showing up at the diner. The car that just so happens to be slowing down beside you on what you now realize is a pretty desolate street.

You take off running before you can think further. You can see the lights of the hotel's entrance down the street. Its distance makes your heart sink just that much more. It’s so far…but you can see it. The sound of tires squealing behind you makes your legs pump harder. You drop your purse to the ground, the extra weight just slowing you down.

The hotel is closer now, still out of reach but you can see the bellhop. The one that would always greet you when you came home.

Home…

Tears spill from your eyes as you suck air into your lungs. The sound of a roaring engine is closer and you feel the wind against your cheek as the car whips past and onto the sidewalk in front of you. Blocking your view of the hotel and your only escape, your hopes of safety ripped from your grasp. The doors of the suv swing open and two burly men jump out. But you’re already taking off in the opposite direction.

It doesn’t matter.

A hand reaches out and snags the neck of your uniform, choking you and bringing you to a screeching halt all at once. You splutter, gasping for breath as a thick arm wraps around your waist. You thrash around in his grip, kicking your legs out and reaching behind you to claw at whatever you can reach.

“Help! Someone help-“

You hear a muttered curse as your foot strikes the second man in the stomach, and your shout is cut off by a cloth being pressed firmly to your mouth and nose.

You shake your head side to side violently, but a wave of dizziness and haze slows your movements. It feels like the fight is sucked right out of you as your vision starts to go dark at the edges and you are forced to fall limp in the man’s arms.

A dark chuckle meets your ears, warm breath fanning over your cheek as they maneuver you into the back seat of the car.

“See you on the other side, sweet cheeks.”

And then, just after you see the brightly lit sign of the Empire Hotel fly by the window, your world goes dark.

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