#the adventures of the Fetts and Opresses

[o-wise-corvid]

“So, how’d you end up heeya?”

Maul and Fett had been locking down the ship for the last hour. Melicent was asleep against Maul’s chest and the two Fett children had interlocked their hands over their “Dadee’s” shoulders, the Kaminoan cooing softly to her curly-haired brother. Maul was… admittedly charmed by the way the two interacted. One moment, he was sure one of them would kill the other were Jango not between them. But then, just now, they seemed so soothed by the other.

It made him wonder if his little one would do well with a sibling.

He glanced down at her, trying to decide how to answer Fett’s query. What it would to truly be her father. What a gift. Maul had never been one for romantic encounters. He’d had a few liasons. But they’d not been relationships. Never more than a night, if that. Not always friendly, either. Sidious had never cared much if Maul vented a little steam; loyalty was his old master’s only concern. And Maul had honored that.

“I was a servant of a dark order of Force users, of which myself and my master were the only members. I was sent on a mission for him. I left his cause. Ran away.”

Fett walked beside him, up the corridor toward where they had agreed to eat with Ondler earlier in the day. “What made ya run?”

Maul’s shoulders lifted and dropped. Melicent hummed, opening her cornflower eyes to look up at him sleepily. “Papa…” Her eyes fluttered as he cradled her head in one of his hands.

“Oh.” Fett nodded. “Yeah, I get that.”

Maul allowed the misunderstanding to set unchecked. Fett was still an unknown variable. He wasn’t to be trusted completely. Regardless of his parental status. “We relocated across Nar Shadaa, to a factory complex. But it was fronting as a trafficking hub. It took some effort but we got clear of it. And then found Ondler. Which was almost too good to be true.”

“Yes. My impression was the same.”

Boba, the little boy, fussed a little and resituated himself in a better spot with his sister’s hand on top of his head. She made a low “eugh” noise and patted him.

“Gettin’ free of that traffickin’ ring couldn’t ‘ave been easy.” Fett eyed Maul. “Your um… ordah. Like the Jedi Ordah?”

Maul ticked his head to the side a bit. “Something like that.”

“Uh-huh…”

___________________________________________________________________________

Fett’s expression was passive. Which was an achievement considering the Kaminoan child was gnawing on him with all the ferocity of a half-starved bat eel. This was apparently a regular occurrence, because the man had affixed a leather strap that covered his neck and shoulder. Little Ullo made a rattling little snarl and shook her head a little. Fett’s calloused, though graceful fingers patted her back soothingly. Well. Those of one hand. Boba had the other one. He seemed to be copying his big sister; the boy’s brow furrowed in concentration as he attempted to gum his father’s hand clean off.

Melicent was not one to be left out of the party. Even if she wasn’t exactly keen on socializing with the Fett children. She’d hefted herself up toward Maul’s face, mashed it with her little hands, and promptly set to chewing on his nose. Maul held her close, one foot propped up on Ondler’s empty chair, and he and Fett chuckled at their respective little ones. Ondler’s tooka circled them, bumping into the men’s legs and rearing up to sniff at the younglings.

“So, you boys-”

Maul sniffed and Fett rolled his eyes a bit at their title.

“-seem to be gettin’ on,” Ondler said, flipping his wok full of noodles, vegetables and Sorgan shrimp. “That’s good. We’re gonna take a little downtime here, so be sure and stock up in port. We gotta head to Nal Hutta next.”

Maul felt a slight tightening in the Force, markedly from Fett, as if the man’s jaw clenching was shrinking the room. The Mandalorian had mentioned bounty hunting, so contact with the Hutts wasn’t exactly unexpected. Judging by his reaction, it didn’t look like that contact was pleasant.

“You expectin’ trouble?” Fett asked, not batting an eye as his daughter snaked her long neck around his own and got a better grip on her chew strap with a low hiss.

“Not exactly,” Ondler replied, portioning out three bowls, which Maul was good enough to disperse with a little help of the Force. Fett glanced at the hovering dishes, but Ondler seemed completely unfazed. So the Mandalorian snatched up his fork and dug in. “But it’s not wise to expect the best out of Hutt run worlds. Best to be prepared.”

Maul said nothing, adjusting his hold on Melicent. She traded her grip on his nose for his ear, but she was more interested in the earring in it than biting it. “Papa… mm.”

“Yes, I know I have an earring,” he murmured to her.

“Mm!”

“When you are older.”

“Mm…” The threat of tears in the soft voice made him glance at her, seeing blue eyes full of tears.

“... We can look for something tomorrow. Alright?”

“Mm mm.” And Maul was rewarded by little arms winding around his neck, and a content huff.

“She talkin’?” Fett asked, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Mm. Not exactly,” Maul said around a mouthful of noodles. “She speaks in her own way.”

“Uh-huh.” Fett slurped up a noodle, attracting the attention of his daughter. He offered her a shrimp and gave it a sniff, huge eyes trained on the small shellfish. And then she proceeded to try to swallow her father’s entire forearm.

“Ack- hey. What did Dadee say? Wait an’ I’ll give it to ya.”

Ullo withdrew her head almost all the way down to her shoulders, looking sheepish. “Dadeeee…” Her neck unfurled itself again and she bumped her forehead on his chin. Fett held the shrimp out again and she gently took it between sickle-sharp, fishy teeth and swallowed it whole. “Mm.”

Needless to say, Ullo got the rest of Jango’s shrimp.

____________________________________________________________________________

Maul had been to Nal Hutta before; the stench was still shocking. Which was a statement, coming from him. He wrinkled his nose against the stiff plume of rancid, polluted miasma that seeped into the ship as the boarding ramps extended. Fett’s helmet kept him from the accursed reek, but Ullo on his back and Boba on his front both pressed their faces against their father.

Melicent made a face that Maul had to admit was very like the one he was and put her hands over her nose. Maul tousled her curls as passengers began loading, many wearing air purifiers or simple cloth masks. She also accepted hiding her head in the folds of his vest.

“We oughtta get ‘em… somethin’ before we come here again,” Fett rasped. He tossed Maul a handkerchief from one of this belt patches and then promptly tied one around each of his children’s faces. Boba immediately yanked his off, however, and Ullo nearly smacked her head into the bulkhead trying to shake it off. Melicent tolerated hers all of two seconds longer and then yanked it off, and smushed her face back into Maul’s chest.

Fett and Maul gave each other what, even with Fett’s helmet, was a slightly pained, helpless shrug.

Finally, the last call for boarding was sounded and the loading doors were sealed. The smell faded quickly as the ship’s air scrubbers got to work and the kids relaxed, looking shyly at the crowd of passengers finding their way to sitting areas so they could strap in for the trip. Unlike other stops, the minority was human while the majority were Twi’Lek, Gamorrean and Devaronian. Hutts liked to have the three species under their employ; Twi’Leks were widely regarded as one of the most attractive species in the galaxy, Gamorrean were good security thanks to their toughness and strength, and Devaronians… that was actually a little odd. Perhaps there had been some sort of gathering that was now disbanding.

Maul closed his eyes, and cast out with his feelings, gauging the atmosphere as the engines thrummed, pushing the ship into the atmosphere. The floor rattled under his boots and he moved his hands to cover Melicent’s ears. She gripped his wrists in her little hands, eyes squeezing shut.

The crowd teemed with the regular, normal anxieties. Fatigue. Eagerness to be where they were headed. Worry about things behind. Concern of family. Friends.

Financial obligations.

No money.

Desperation.

Holding the ship at ransom.

Maul’s head snapped up and Fett reacted immediately, a hand dropping to his hip-holstered blaster. But Maul shook his head, gesturing to wait. The thread of emotion and vague thought solidified as Maul focused harder on it, taking hold of it like a taught wire in a dark room, and feeling around for any connections.

“Five,” Maul murmured to the Mandalorian, who quickly relayed the information in a text-comm to Ondler. “Not well equipped. Just hand weapons. I can subdue them easily.” He focused his gaze on Fett finally. “We should put the children down for a nap.”

Fett and Maul moved casually. They crossed their usual traveling spaces, which had little enclaves for baggage storage that had been repurposed to serve as protective enclosures just big enough for their little ones. Melicent’s eyes were large and scared as her Papa disengaged himself from her, but she was quiet. She could feel it, the approaching thunder clap. Maul pressed a confident, comforting caress to her little mind, feeling the fear inside her little heart.

Boba nestled against his sister in their enclave, the two clinging to each other and watching their Buir shut them in. Fett murmured something in Mando’a to them and Ullo made a soft, worried hum, hugging her brother extra tight.

Children safe and protected, Fett and Maul moved together. They winnowed their way into the crowd, Maul directing Fett with subtle tilts of his head. The Mandalorian reacted perfectly, stepping in behind a yellow-skinned Twi’Lek male and shoving his blaster hard into his back. The Twi’Lek didn’t react and began walking when Fett prompted. One down. Four to go.

Maul caught a human around the back of the neck, the pressure immediately rendering them unconscious. The Force caught them and Maul “escorted” the unaware hijacker toward a wall where he bound their hands and feet, and stowed them in a baggage compartment, the crowd and shadowed interior covering his actions.

Fett’s voice chirped in his earpiece. “Got two. They were together. Where’s the last-” The unmistakable peal of a blaster bolt cut Fett off and the crowd flattened almost instantaneously. Fett was hit, the blaster having found the unarmored junction of his shoulder and torso. He went down hard from the close range impact, a Nikto looming over him with a fierce snarl plastered to her scaly face.

Maul threw himself clear across the room, using his own body like a battering ram. The Nikto never saw him coming and while she was built like a wall, Maul hit her in the backs of her legs, sweeping them out from under her. She went down hard, but lifted her bare, spiked right foot, intent on bringing her six inch long, knife-sharp heel spur down on the Zabrak.

Until a blaster bolt amputated the foot cleanly, sending the detached appendage flying across the room. The crowd shrieked, cowering and shrinking… but it was over. That quickly, it was over.

Maul turned his head, looking for who had shot the Nikto. It was Fett. His helmet had slipped off and his face was a shade or two paler, but the Mandalorian’s still smoking blaster was still leveled at the moaning Nikto, an expression of grim determination on his features.

[sithfamily]

Babysitting

Boba: What did you do?

Din: Nothing!

Boba: What. Did. You. Do?! *Points at Grogu playing with Obi and Feral and Savage sleeping on couch hugged to Maul*

Din: Master Zallow asked me to watch after them for a few days... *Says softly*

Boba: It's not nothing! It's four force users including one teen with anger issues. *Crossing arms on his chest*

Din: At least Grogu have some friends to play. *Puffs*

Boba: I'm gonna kill you! *Jumps on him and starts to tickle him*

Din: *is already rolling on floor and laughing and trying to escape from Boba*

Fennec: If you ended playing already maybe look at your kids. They are leaving palace. *Says before sipping her drink*

Boba & Din: *starts panic and looking for children who really left room* They gonna kill us!

[ao3feed-rebelcaptain2]

Bound By Heart & Soul: A Star Wars Love Story

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by gamePsycho11

The Force foresees the fall of her Chosen One, so she opts to change things. The Skywalker family's immense love will survive all that come at them! Better than it sounds. Rating for violence, language and lemons

Words: 4325, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic (Video Game), Star Wars: The Force Unleashed (Video Game), Star Wars: The Force Unleashed II (Video Game), Star Wars: Jedi: Fallen Order (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Chewbacca (Star Wars), Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, CT-7567 | Rex, Qui-Gon Jinn, Satine Kryze, Yoda (Star Wars), Mace Windu, Shaak Ti, Aayla Secura, Ki-Adi-Mundi, Luminara Unduli, Barriss Offee, Kit Fisto, Quinlan Vos, Bail Organa, Mon Mothma, Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor, Lando Calrissian, Shmi Skywalker, Mara Jade, Chirrut Îmwe, Baze Malbus, Cal Kestis, Merrin (Star Wars), Cere Junda, Greez Dritus, BD-1 (Star Wars), Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Darth Vader, Veradun | Darth Malgus, Darth Talon, Jango Fett, Boba Fett, Jabba Desilijic Tiure | Jabba the Hutt, Asajj Ventress, Galen Marek | Starkiller, Sola Naberrie, Ruwee Naberrie, Jobal Naberrie, Owen Lars, Beru Whitesun, Darth Maul, Savage Opress, Grievous | Qymaen jai Sheelal

Relationships: Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze, Leia Organa/Han Solo, Mara Jade/Luke Skywalker, Lux Bonteri/Ahsoka Tano, Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso

Additional Tags: Shmi Skywalker Lives, Qui-Gon Jinn Lives, Jedi Master Dooku, Awesome Padmé Amidala, Force-Sensitive Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker Doesn't Turn to the Dark Side, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Lightsaber Battles, The Force, Secret Marriage, Ahsoka Tano Lives, Ahsoka Tano Didn't Leave the Jedi Order, Established Relationship, Dismemberment, Deleted Scenes, Canon Divergence - Order 66, Order 66, BAMF Anakin Skywalker, BAMF Padmé Amidala, Clones, Falling In Love, Making Love, Most From Rogue One Lives, Clone Wars, Anakin Matures, Declarations Of Love, Romance, Action/Adventure, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Originally Posted on FanFiction.Net

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[justalittletomato]

SOME PAPAS AND THEIR BEBEES I AM LOVING THIS

“So, how’d you end up heeya?”

Maul and Fett had been locking down the ship for the last hour. Melicent was asleep against Maul’s chest and the two Fett children had interlocked their hands over their “Dadee’s” shoulders, the Kaminoan cooing softly to her curly-haired brother. Maul was… admittedly charmed by the way the two interacted. One moment, he was sure one of them would kill the other were Jango not between them. But then, just now, they seemed so soothed by the other.

It made him wonder if his little one would do well with a sibling.

He glanced down at her, trying to decide how to answer Fett’s query. What it would to truly be her father. What a gift. Maul had never been one for romantic encounters. He’d had a few liasons. But they’d not been relationships. Never more than a night, if that. Not always friendly, either. Sidious had never cared much if Maul vented a little steam; loyalty was his old master’s only concern. And Maul had honored that.

“I was a servant of a dark order of Force users, of which myself and my master were the only members. I was sent on a mission for him. I left his cause. Ran away.”

Fett walked beside him, up the corridor toward where they had agreed to eat with Ondler earlier in the day. “What made ya run?”

Maul’s shoulders lifted and dropped. Melicent hummed, opening her cornflower eyes to look up at him sleepily. “Papa…” Her eyes fluttered as he cradled her head in one of his hands.

“Oh.” Fett nodded. “Yeah, I get that.”

Maul allowed the misunderstanding to set unchecked. Fett was still an unknown variable. He wasn’t to be trusted completely. Regardless of his parental status. “We relocated across Nar Shadaa, to a factory complex. But it was fronting as a trafficking hub. It took some effort but we got clear of it. And then found Ondler. Which was almost too good to be true.”

“Yes. My impression was the same.”

Boba, the little boy, fussed a little and resituated himself in a better spot with his sister’s hand on top of his head. She made a low “eugh” noise and patted him.

“Gettin’ free of that traffickin’ ring couldn’t ‘ave been easy.” Fett eyed Maul. “Your um… ordah. Like the Jedi Ordah?”

Maul ticked his head to the side a bit. “Something like that.”

“Uh-huh…”

___________________________________________________________________________

Fett’s expression was passive. Which was an achievement considering the Kaminoan child was gnawing on him with all the ferocity of a half-starved bat eel. This was apparently a regular occurrence, because the man had affixed a leather strap that covered his neck and shoulder. Little Ullo made a rattling little snarl and shook her head a little. Fett’s calloused, though graceful fingers patted her back soothingly. Well. Those of one hand. Boba had the other one. He seemed to be copying his big sister; the boy’s brow furrowed in concentration as he attempted to gum his father’s hand clean off.

Melicent was not one to be left out of the party. Even if she wasn’t exactly keen on socializing with the Fett children. She’d hefted herself up toward Maul’s face, mashed it with her little hands, and promptly set to chewing on his nose. Maul held her close, one foot propped up on Ondler’s empty chair, and he and Fett chuckled at their respective little ones. Ondler’s tooka circled them, bumping into the men’s legs and rearing up to sniff at the younglings.

“So, you boys-”

Maul sniffed and Fett rolled his eyes a bit at their title.

“-seem to be gettin’ on,” Ondler said, flipping his wok full of noodles, vegetables and Sorgan shrimp. “That’s good. We’re gonna take a little downtime here, so be sure and stock up in port. We gotta head to Nal Hutta next.”

Maul felt a slight tightening in the Force, markedly from Fett, as if the man’s jaw clenching was shrinking the room. The Mandalorian had mentioned bounty hunting, so contact with the Hutts wasn’t exactly unexpected. Judging by his reaction, it didn’t look like that contact was pleasant.

“You expectin’ trouble?” Fett asked, not batting an eye as his daughter snaked her long neck around his own and got a better grip on her chew strap with a low hiss.

“Not exactly,” Ondler replied, portioning out three bowls, which Maul was good enough to disperse with a little help of the Force. Fett glanced at the hovering dishes, but Ondler seemed completely unfazed. So the Mandalorian snatched up his fork and dug in. “But it’s not wise to expect the best out of Hutt run worlds. Best to be prepared.”

Maul said nothing, adjusting his hold on Melicent. She traded her grip on his nose for his ear, but she was more interested in the earring in it than biting it. “Papa… mm.”

“Yes, I know I have an earring,” he murmured to her.

“Mm!”

“When you are older.”

“Mm…” The threat of tears in the soft voice made him glance at her, seeing blue eyes full of tears.

“... We can look for something tomorrow. Alright?”

“Mm mm.” And Maul was rewarded by little arms winding around his neck, and a content huff.

“She talkin’?” Fett asked, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Mm. Not exactly,” Maul said around a mouthful of noodles. “She speaks in her own way.”

“Uh-huh.” Fett slurped up a noodle, attracting the attention of his daughter. He offered her a shrimp and gave it a sniff, huge eyes trained on the small shellfish. And then she proceeded to try to swallow her father’s entire forearm.

“Ack- hey. What did Dadee say? Wait an’ I’ll give it to ya.”

Ullo withdrew her head almost all the way down to her shoulders, looking sheepish. “Dadeeee…” Her neck unfurled itself again and she bumped her forehead on his chin. Fett held the shrimp out again and she gently took it between sickle-sharp, fishy teeth and swallowed it whole. “Mm.”

Needless to say, Ullo got the rest of Jango’s shrimp.

____________________________________________________________________________

Maul had been to Nal Hutta before; the stench was still shocking. Which was a statement, coming from him. He wrinkled his nose against the stiff plume of rancid, polluted miasma that seeped into the ship as the boarding ramps extended. Fett’s helmet kept him from the accursed reek, but Ullo on his back and Boba on his front both pressed their faces against their father.

Melicent made a face that Maul had to admit was very like the one he was and put her hands over her nose. Maul tousled her curls as passengers began loading, many wearing air purifiers or simple cloth masks. She also accepted hiding her head in the folds of his vest.

“We oughtta get ‘em… somethin’ before we come here again,” Fett rasped. He tossed Maul a handkerchief from one of this belt patches and then promptly tied one around each of his children’s faces. Boba immediately yanked his off, however, and Ullo nearly smacked her head into the bulkhead trying to shake it off. Melicent tolerated hers all of two seconds longer and then yanked it off, and smushed her face back into Maul’s chest.

Fett and Maul gave each other what, even with Fett’s helmet, was a slightly pained, helpless shrug.

Finally, the last call for boarding was sounded and the loading doors were sealed. The smell faded quickly as the ship’s air scrubbers got to work and the kids relaxed, looking shyly at the crowd of passengers finding their way to sitting areas so they could strap in for the trip. Unlike other stops, the minority was human while the majority were Twi’Lek, Gamorrean and Devaronian. Hutts liked to have the three species under their employ; Twi’Leks were widely regarded as one of the most attractive species in the galaxy, Gamorrean were good security thanks to their toughness and strength, and Devaronians… that was actually a little odd. Perhaps there had been some sort of gathering that was now disbanding.

Maul closed his eyes, and cast out with his feelings, gauging the atmosphere as the engines thrummed, pushing the ship into the atmosphere. The floor rattled under his boots and he moved his hands to cover Melicent’s ears. She gripped his wrists in her little hands, eyes squeezing shut.

The crowd teemed with the regular, normal anxieties. Fatigue. Eagerness to be where they were headed. Worry about things behind. Concern of family. Friends.

Financial obligations.

No money.

Desperation.

Holding the ship at ransom.

Maul’s head snapped up and Fett reacted immediately, a hand dropping to his hip-holstered blaster. But Maul shook his head, gesturing to wait. The thread of emotion and vague thought solidified as Maul focused harder on it, taking hold of it like a taught wire in a dark room, and feeling around for any connections.

“Five,” Maul murmured to the Mandalorian, who quickly relayed the information in a text-comm to Ondler. “Not well equipped. Just hand weapons. I can subdue them easily.” He focused his gaze on Fett finally. “We should put the children down for a nap.”

Fett and Maul moved casually. They crossed their usual traveling spaces, which had little enclaves for baggage storage that had been repurposed to serve as protective enclosures just big enough for their little ones. Melicent’s eyes were large and scared as her Papa disengaged himself from her, but she was quiet. She could feel it, the approaching thunder clap. Maul pressed a confident, comforting caress to her little mind, feeling the fear inside her little heart.

Boba nestled against his sister in their enclave, the two clinging to each other and watching their Buir shut them in. Fett murmured something in Mando’a to them and Ullo made a soft, worried hum, hugging her brother extra tight.

Children safe and protected, Fett and Maul moved together. They winnowed their way into the crowd, Maul directing Fett with subtle tilts of his head. The Mandalorian reacted perfectly, stepping in behind a yellow-skinned Twi’Lek male and shoving his blaster hard into his back. The Twi’Lek didn’t react and began walking when Fett prompted. One down. Four to go.

Maul caught a human around the back of the neck, the pressure immediately rendering them unconscious. The Force caught them and Maul “escorted” the unaware hijacker toward a wall where he bound their hands and feet, and stowed them in a baggage compartment, the crowd and shadowed interior covering his actions.

Fett’s voice chirped in his earpiece. “Got two. They were together. Where’s the last-” The unmistakable peal of a blaster bolt cut Fett off and the crowd flattened almost instantaneously. Fett was hit, the blaster having found the unarmored junction of his shoulder and torso. He went down hard from the close range impact, a Nikto looming over him with a fierce snarl plastered to her scaly face.

Maul threw himself clear across the room, using his own body like a battering ram. The Nikto never saw him coming and while she was built like a wall, Maul hit her in the backs of her legs, sweeping them out from under her. She went down hard, but lifted her bare, spiked right foot, intent on bringing her six inch long, knife-sharp heel spur down on the Zabrak.

Until a blaster bolt amputated the foot cleanly, sending the detached appendage flying across the room. The crowd shrieked, cowering and shrinking… but it was over. That quickly, it was over.

Maul turned his head, looking for who had shot the Nikto. It was Fett. His helmet had slipped off and his face was a shade or two paler, but the Mandalorian’s still smoking blaster was still leveled at the moaning Nikto, an expression of grim determination on his features.