#tbobf smut
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Say Yes
Bounty Hunter Boba Fett x Female Reader
Content & Trigger Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): fluff, heavy suggestive themes, protective!Boba, Mandalorian!Boba, light angst, non-descriptive sex
Word Count: 2.5k
A young, handsome bounty hunter on Tatooine makes it a daily intention to ask you to marry him.
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Mando’a Translations:
cyar’ika – darling / sweetheart
riduur – partner / spouse
“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde” – marriage vows
“Marry me, cyar’ika.”
You glance up from the worn open tome resting on the counter in front of you. “Again? Really, Boba?”
The Mandalorian helmet, dented with flaking green paint, tilts slightly to the right. “You called me ‘Boba’ this time,” teases the bounty hunter.
You roll your eyes and push off from the counter, cheeks heating even as you grumble in false irritation.
Boba Fett, Jabba the Hutt’s favorite mercenary for hire, has asked you to marry him every day for several weeks now. And each time, you have refused him. For the first few, you were overly polite. But as his attempts continued, your polite rejections transformed into snarky quips and blatant dismissals.
It’s not like you don’t find the man attractive. Underneath the armor is an incredibly handsome man, and his attention has always been sincere. But Boba Fett is a dangerous man, and you’re just a simple shopkeeper trying to make a living in Mos Espa. In that regard, the two of you are incompatible no matter how much he persists and chases after you.
“I like how you say my name,” continues Boba, his voice a soft purr. “Sounds beautiful on your tongue.”
“And you are too forward,” you snap, knowing that your sharpness is just a cover. Which is silly, because you do like him, and Boba seems to understand this. Boba burrows beneath your skin, and you cannot dig him out.
“Am I?” he asks with mock offense. You really want to throttle him, but you also really want to kiss him.
“Yes. I don’t know how many times I have to say this, Fett,” you emphasize, deliberately using his last name. “But a ‘no’ is a ‘no’ even if you don’t like it.”
Yep. Push him away. Keep pushing. Maybe he’ll take the hint this time.
Boba Fett stands tall, arms crossed over his chest, one hip slightly popped. With the helmet on, you have no idea what his expression might be or what he’s feeling. Not knowing is maddening, and it quickens your heartbeat, a growing tingle buzzing in the tips of your fingers.
“So, all those touches meant nothing to you?” he asks with just the faintest hint of roughness in his tone.
“Yes,” you lie.
Boba shifts on his feet, shoulders straightening. “What about all the kisses you’ve given me? Hm? Nothing?”
Kriffing hell, why is this man always so direct? It’s nice that Boba is good about telling you what he wants and what he’s thinking for the most part, but it always catches you off-guard. It makes you weak, melting you into goo that he can mold however he wishes.
“Those are not enough to build a marriage, Boba,” you shrug. “There has to be more.”
“But there is more.” He steps around the counter, stepping into your space. “Isn’t there?”
Boba is right. There is more. There has always been more. Whenever Boba is on Tatooine, he is visiting you, talking with you, bringing you gifts, fixing things around the shop without you having to ask. He has offered to take you out after you’ve closed shop. He routinely takes a personal interest in your safety and security. Because of that, no one bothers you or tries to harass additional credits out of you. They stay away and respect you because they see you as Boba’s woman.
And it isn’t only that. He only ever speaks softly to you. He only ever treats you with respect and shows general interest in your life. The most maddening thing is how many women have actively shown their interest in him to his face, and he has brushed them all aside. Even after all these refusals on your end, Boba still declines their advances, and shows up at your shop each day insisting that you marry him.
“Why do you keep denying this, cyar’ika? You know I’d make you happy.” Boba is standing too close, almost on top of you.
“The shop is closed,” you reply. “If you’re not going to make a purchase, you should leave.”
Boba nods his head and backs up, reaching for an item off the shelf without looking. He deposits some credits on the counter, much more than what the item is actually worth.
“I’ll return tomorrow,” he says over his shoulder, tapping the counter as he makes his exit.
The soft chime that alerts you to when the front door opens echoes throughout the room.
You’re in the backroom organizing. It’s the next day, and Boba hasn’t shown himself yet. This might be him, but it’s likely not. There are times when Boba does not come, and you are fully aware that those are times when Jabba sends him off for a job.
“Sorry. We’re closed.” You step out from the backroom and immediately freeze.
Three Nikto bikers loiter in the middle of the shop. It’s evident that they are not here to purchase anything. Their dark eyes roam over the shelves and tables, but once they notice you, they focus in, drawing closer.
“Apologies,” you say, attempting to project your voice, to sound tougher than you are.
“We’ve closed for the evening. If there is something you need right away, I can ring you up. Otherwise, you’ll need to leave.” You do your best to keep your voice steady and calm, but you hear the gentle shake.
“This street is our new territory,” hisses the leader of the group. “We were stopping by to offer our…services.”
Services, meaning protection, meaning “pay us or you’ll be a target.”
Tatooine might be overrun with crime lords and criminal activity, but the main powers at play are not known to harass the smaller folks just trying to make a living. These are outliers. These are individuals who answer to no one but themselves, and believe they can carve a piece out for their own gain.
Rarely are they ever successful, but that doesn’t mean they don’t try.
Just as you open your mouth to reply, the soft chime comes again. This time everyone turns and you sigh with relief when you see who it is.
“Boba Fett,” says the Nikto slowly. His shoulders stiffen and they all put their hands on their blasters.
The bounty hunter does no answer right away. His helmet moves, scanning the Nikto, and then you, assessing. Even from across the shop, you sense Boba’s anger. There are few things that rile him up, but you’re one of them.
“It’s not smart moving in on Jabba’s territory. Or to harass what’s mine.” When Boba says mine, he growls it. The possessiveness in his tone heats your flesh, sends a sharp spike of desire down to your belly.
The Nikto all glance at each other before the leader addresses Fett. “We didn’t know the female was yours, Boba.” He holds his hands out in a placating gesture, indicating that he didn’t mean any harm. Yet you know that isn’t true. Their intention from the start was to harass you for credits.
You scoff at female but decide to let it go.
“I think it’s best that you leave.” Boba steps to the side.
The duo glance at their leader for direction. The Nikto’s features are impassive, but he eventually inclines his head, exiting as Boba insist they do. When the last one leaves, Boba momentarily glances in your direction. The door stands open, and Boba exits with him.
When it whooshes shut, you sprint over to the wall panel, immediately engaging the lock and shuttering the windows. You stand in the silent shop for a few minutes trying to calm your heartrate. Once it’s manageable, and not beating so hard it might burst from your chest, you head upstairs to your small apartment above the shop.
By the time you’re curled up in bed, you’re no longer anxious, but there is the slightest bit of tension that lingers in your limbs. Sighing, you turn over in the bed, only to hear the brief pulse of a jetpack shutting off and boots on the small balcony outside your bedroom window.
Slowly, you push up to sitting, the bedsheets falling to your waist. You know it’s Boba. He does this some nights. Camps out and protect you in the only way he knows how because you’re too stubborn to take him up on his numerous marriage proposals.
Tonight, it’s obvious as to why he’s out there. Part of you is reluctant to leave him outside. You’d prefer it if he were with you, within arm’s reach, to see him without the helmet. Plus, nights on Tatooine can grow cold. You want him inside where it’s warm.
On quiet feet, you go to the door that leads outside. Opening it silently, you stick your head out into the chilly air, finding Boba as he leans against the exterior wall, arms crossed.
“You should be in bed, cyar’ika,” chides Boba playfully.
You swallow, suddenly nervous now that you’re confronting him. “Do you want to come inside?” you ask, a bit hesitantly.
Maybe it’s the uncertainty in your tone, or the way you shrink back a bit into the interior of the room, because Boba is suddenly alert, all of his attention attuned to you.
Boba immediately pushes off from the wall and approaches you, his hand on the door, pushing it wider. “Are you hurt? Did one of them touch you?”
You shake your head vehemently. “No. I’m fine. Promise.”
Boba’s chest heaves slightly but you’re not sure if it’s from his sudden movement or a releasing of relief. He glances over his shoulder at Mos Espa, the t-shaped visor of his helmet fixated on the city’s skyline. Turning back, Boba nods.
You step away from the door and Boba enters. Even with the door closed and the windows’ shutters slanted to dim the moonlight, some of it still spills over the room like tiny white rivers.
His helmet hisses as the pressure seal disengages. Slowly, Boba lifts the helmet off his head and sets it aside on a nearby table. He runs his fingers through his dark hair, the ends sticking up slightly after he does so. With the faintest movement, Boba turns, and that moonlight cuts sharp glowing lines over his face, highlighting tanned skin and dark eyes.
You don’t even realize you’re moving closer to him until Boba grabs you by the waist and pulls you against his armor-clad body. Instinctively, your hands reach out, locking onto the beskar. Boba’s head dips and yours rises to meet him automatically, and yet there is no connection. It is simply holding, a waiting between two hesitant people.
“You haven’t asked me to marry you today,” you murmur.
The corner of Boba’s lips turns upward in a soft smile. “Will you marry me, cyar’ika?”
“No,” you say automatically, before the two of you start laughing.
“Let’s try that again.” Boba reaches up and cradles your cheek. “Cyar’ika. Will you marry me? Will you allow me to speak the words of my people? And will you speak them back?”
The words of his people. The Mandalorian marriage vows. You are distinctly aware of what they are and what they mean. Which is why Boba’s earnestness isn’t fake to you. Mandalorians take their weddings vows seriously even though the process of exchange is simple. It is the intention behind the exchange that is most important to them.
That is how you know Boba speaks the truth, that him asking you to marry him is a genuine desire of his.
“Passion does not make a relationship,” you reply.
The answer is a shift away from actually having to answer. How many times have you and Boba ended up on the floor of the backroom after rejecting him? It’s more than you can count on your hands.
“That’s all this is to you?” he laughs. “You know I can give you more. I do more than that now.”
You curl forward a bit, rest your forehead against the beskar. “I’m scared,” you whisper.
“Of what?”
“Of what will change.”
Boba’s fingers brush under your chin and lightly guide your gaze back to his. “I wouldn’t ask you to give anything up.”
“Yes, but—”
Boba gives the slightest shake of his head and you instantly quiet. “Do you want me?” he asks. “Tell the truth.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I want you,” you breathe, allowing the words to drip off your tongue.
“May I have one of your kisses?” he asks softly, one gloved thumb lightly pressing down on your bottom lip.
“Yes,” you breathe.
Boba closes the distance, forms perfectly to you. It is slow and delicate and sweet. Your body hums with energy, and when you press for more, Boba growls and pulls back, hastily ripping off his gloves to reveal his bare hands.
Then he’s cupping the side of your face, drawing you back to him, tasting and tasting and tasting until your fingers are clawing at him in desperation. When he breaks the kiss, you still lean forward as if you can reach him.
“Then repeat the words with me, cyar’ika. Become my riduur.”
Boba presses his lips to yours, draws forth an air-stealing shiver from deep within your lungs.
“Mhi solus tome.”
“Mhi solus tome,” you repeat.
We are one together.
Boba slides an arm around your waist to drape softly over your curves. “Mhi solus dar’tome,” he says.
You say it back to him. “Mhi solus dar’tome.”
We are one when parted.
“Mhi me’dinui an.”
“Mhi me’dinui an.”
We share all.
This time, Boba slots his pelvis against yours, and you understand his heated intention.
“Mhi ba’juri verde.”
“Mhi ba’juri verde,” you say with shaky breath.
We will raise warriors.
Boba snuggles the side of your neck, breathes in your scent. “I’d like to lay with my riduur.” His fingers find the edge of your sleeping robes.
“As long as I can have my riduur the same way.”
Boba grins against your throat. Together, the two of you remove his armor, piece by piece by piece. The moment his flightsuit is unzipped and he steps out of it, Boba is on you, drawing your lips to his, desperately claiming what is now so rightfully his.
Your own clothes are gone before making it to the bed. Boba runs his hands over your back, sliding down to lift you into his arms. Your legs wrap around his middle, and Boba carries you off, placing you gently onto your back.
His mouth upon your skin is a brand. Hot. Searing. It goes lower, lower still until you’re crying out for him, begging for him to be with you as your riduur should. Boba is happy to do so, sliding between your thighs so perfectly, you both lose yourselves momentarily before becoming nothing but a raging storm, waves crashing into each other repeatedly until one of you breaks.
Rest does not come until the morning suns begin to ascend over the horizon. You do not open your shop. And Boba does not return to Jabba’s palace.
There is peace for a while.
Harmony.
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You’ve never felt this small before.
One of the most feared men in the galaxy is between your legs, holding you so softly and carefully as if you might shatter at any moment. Such a tactile man, hardened from years of battle, now rightfully in your arms, rightfully claiming you, in such a manner nothing else could’ve been destined.
“Oh…” It’s just a simple sigh, a gentle commendation of his slow, concentrated strokes with his tongue. You want to say more, tell Boba how good it feels, how good he’s making you feel, but you’re rendered to a simple blubber and string of words that pathetically make up fractured sentences and pleasant, flimsy moans. He rumbles between your thighs, the vibrations sending a shiver down your legs and making your toes curl every so slightly. You dig a heel into his shoulder.
Boba pulls away from your sopping cunt, swiping his tongue over his lips to gather your lingering taste there, and gazes up. His stare is surprisingly unusually sweet. Unusually tender.
“How are you feeling, little one?” He asks you, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over your inner thighs, tantalizingly close to your outer lips. A hiss uncoils out of your tongue and your chest heaves with a heavy breath. Boba waits patiently.
“Really good, Boba.” You even make the gesture and effort to lean your body onto one hand instead of both, taking the free one to hold his cheek. The merciless bounty hunter melts in your hold; he turns his head to leave a firm kiss on your palm. Then your thumb. Then your index. He kisses each tip of your finger as you compose your next thoughts. “I feel really good.”
Something of a grin reaches his lips; it isn’t one typical of a regular man, but it’s a characteristically hardened expression that means all the more to you. It means he’s grateful, savoring each moment he has with you. Your heart swells and arousal pools.
He returns to the task beforehand; easy strokes of his tongue ease you back into the feeling before he trails a hand up, closer to your entrance where he hasn’t been before. As you feel the tip of the first knuckle undulate small, contained circles, you squeal quietly. Boba perks up.
“Do you want me to continue?”
It’s not a hard decision to make. You nod your head, adding a sweet ‘yes,’ voice just a little breather than before.
Boba’s hand glides over the top of your entrance, fingertips a phantom touch barely caressing your pussy, yet it’s enough to make you tremble. Then, he presses further. He makes his touch more purposeful.
Gathering dollops of wetness for a moment, rubbing the spend over one digit, before sliding it in slowly. Soothing yet nerve-wracking all the same.
But then, the finger is seated in you with little resistance. Little pain. You feel your warmth hug his appendage, keeping it firmly inside of you as you stretch just the slightest bit (yet more than you ever have), and sigh sweetly.
“Mm…” You hum, eyes fluttering close for a minute. The soft noise of praise you can’t distinguish and the featherlight peck on your inner thigh bring you back to the moment.
“Good job,” is all he says. Yet it’s all enough. You see in his gaze the fascination, the utter reverence in his stare that makes you want to curl up into yourself and scream into the sheets to never rise up again. But you keep your stare on him.
Boba lifts himself up, resting his knees between yours to spread you out further and join you on his expansive bed. As if you couldn’t relax any further, your shoulders practically sink into the mattress beneath you, and his eyes twinkle.
He must love this.
You’d hope so, at least.
“Hm, look at yourself, little one.” The praise sends you into another frenzy, breathing low in your stomach stagnated. “‘Getting stretched out nice and good. Taking my fingers like a good little princess.”
“Boba,” You sob quietly, feeling the digit sink deeper into you. Many times you’ve brought a release with your own fingers, but they’re nothing compared to his. Not as big, not as thick. He just manages to be gentle enough to leave you only slightly uncomfortable, yet the slow movement of his hand and wrist rocking back and forth, back and forth is already bringing you to the brink of orgasm.
Boba can feel it.
“How many fingers do you need, baby?”
You mouth something that he doesn’t seem to understand, instead deciding for you. His lips tickle the shell of your ear.
“Three?”
The only thing you can do is whine and rock your hips.
“Yeah, I think you do,” Boba answers his own question, pushing in a second finger with little resistance from your body and fucking you with his fingers steadily. “`Gonna need some stretching if you want me to deflower you.”
You just manage to stave off your orgasm until he gets a third finger in, leaving you positively soaked and stretched more than you’ve ever been before. Boba stays silent, breathing in his stomach while cradling the back of your head. His free hand tucks strands of hair behind your ear when you come down with soft sighs and hiccups. All the while, he talks; you’d never think he’d be talking in the bedroom as much as he does.
“Mm, you’re doing so well, little one.”
“Feeling okay? It’s okay if you can’t speak. Just nod, yes or no.”
“Nuh-uh. Just stay like that. Let me make this good for you.”
When you catch your breath, you see Boba’s already taken off the bottom part of his armor, leaving him just as bare as you. He meets you on the bed, pressing his knees on either side of your legs and resting your head on a plush pillow, bunching your hair to keep it out of your eyes. The simple considerate gesture has you reeling.
It’s still oddly blunt, nonetheless. Only the slimmest layer of sugary pleasantness coats his actions; you still see the hardened, rough, unrelenting man he is. But it’s in an entirely new light now. The roughness is all his way of handling you the way he wants, ensuring you’re satisfied and taken care of with no trace of unhappiness left in your body. In the determination, there is thoughtfulness.
Boba lines up the head of his cock at your entrance, forcing your chin to stop looking at where your bodies will meet and inevitably join and instead into his eyes.
“I’ll make you feel good, little one. I promise.” He seals the guarantee with a sweet kiss, holding your chin to angle your face properly.
When he pulls away, he pushes barely an inch forward and you gasp, suddenly strung tight by nerves.
He’s incredibly gentle. But he doesn’t go slow.
The thick girth of his cock stretches your pussy out, even more than his fingers, unrushed and carefully, despite how taut he keeps his stomach. As you observe his face, you begin to question if Boba is even breathing.
Despite his caution and gingerly stretch, there’s still a twinge of pain that rushes through you. It’s washed, practically doused and drenched by your own arousal, your own wetness, and the deep, low, perpetual throbbing in your lower stomach.
Boba presses his forehead to yours and you finally hear him let out a deep exhale.
“That’s it,” he praises with a groan when you involuntarily clench, finally processing the new sensations all throughout your body.
Suddenly, you’re whining and hiding your face in his shoulder when he pulls out slightly, the slick link of your bodies causing a slight difficulty to disconnect. As he presses back in, your words are pathetically gracious, pure reverence as you take only a fraction of all Boba has to give you. One day you’ll be able to take it all. This is just the beginning. But this is already so much. So much you might just cry.
It’s still incredibly difficult to process that he not only chose you, but let you choose him.
So you whine out,
“Thank you.”
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Alriiiight! As I promised to @daimyosprincess - here at long last is Small Favors! This fic…sheesssshhh, this fic. It almost destroyed me! It’s absolute pure filth borne of one too many days of Boba brain rot, so buckle up, people!
Enjoy the ride! 🫠😉
(Zwei, this basically ended up being dedicated to you after all the lovely prof Boba content you’ve been giving us. I hope it lives up to your expectations! 💚🖤)
TW: NSFW, minors dni. This contains smut - predator/prey, fingering, dirty talk, pre-discussed non-consensual sex, piv, f!receiving, bondage, dom!Boba, pet names, teasing, slight degradation, all the usual suspects 🙃
Small Favors
The day Boba Fett called you a hellion, you were pretty certain it altered your brain chemistry.
To make things worse? He’d said it on his way out of the door, dressed in full armor, heading down to the throne room for yet another day of rulership.
Leaving you alone to ruminate on his words.
That simply wouldn’t do. You tried to be his good girl - lounging on his bed, boredly counting the cracks in the ceiling, doing as you’d been told…but where was the fun in that? You couldn’t help but let your imagination take over, wandering to a particular scenario that had intrigued you as of late.
Oh, the Daimyo was strong. Powerful, capable of overpowering you in seconds despite your best attempts to put up a fight. You could never forget it, no matter how many times he pleasured you senseless. But it made you wonder…
You knew how Boba the Daimyo handled you. But…how would Boba the bounty hunter? The mere thought of your love hunting you down like prey sent thrills coursing through you. But you’d been hesitant to mention it, given how many times he’d openly stated those days were behind him.
But the day was crawling miserably by, the hours even longer, and you needed a distraction. You knew you’d probably regret it, even as you stood and got dressed. But right now, you felt like doing something dangerous.
You were going to play with fire.
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You were merciful (or smart) enough to wait for his last visitor to leave for the day, but not a moment longer. You struck before he had the chance to get up.
Boba still sat on his throne, powerful thighs spread like an invitation too good to refuse, as you made your way to him. His eyes followed your every step, hunger unabashedly flaring in his amber gaze.
But instead of sitting in his lap as he surely expected, you skirted around the throne, tracing a lone nail along his armor as you walked behind him. He reached for you, but you dodged his fingers with a smirk, tapping the back of his head instead.
“See you’re in a teasing mood.” His voice was gruff, tinged with exhaustion from the day’s tedious events, but you pressed on, still staying right out of his reach.
“I don’t don’t know what you mean,” you tapped his pauldron with another grin, and he shifted to face you, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
“What game are you playing at, little one?” He patted his thigh, a command he expected to be obeyed. “Been a long day.”
Oh, you were at war. You knew it was probably in your best interest to do as he said, and he was tired, after all. Perhaps he’d be too tired to play along. But…you didn’t want to throw your plan out the window just yet.
“Maybe you need some exercise. Wouldn’t want your skills to go to waste.” You raised a brow, stepping around the armrest and stopping before him, still out of his direct range. “Why don’t you come get me?”
Boba arched a dark brow, gaze locked on you, completely still. You realized a moment too late he was waiting for you to continue. Either that, or calculating his next move. Probably both. It sent a thrill coursing through you.
“I…”
“What’s this about, hmm?” He crossed his broad arms over his even broader chest, heaving a deep breath that flexed his beskar plates as he fixed you with a quizzical expression bordering intrigue. “Wanna play hard to get? We both know how that would go.”
Ahh, there it was, your golden ticket. That, or the action that would seal your doom. At this point, you’d already committed, and it was too late to back out, now.
“I don’t think you could catch me, old man.” You smirked, hands on your hips, looking at up at him with a raised brow. “You’re a Daimyo now. Lots and lots of sitting. You’re bound to lose your edge.”
Oh, you knew you were asking for trouble.
Boba regarded you evenly, a small smirk working its way on the corner of his lip. Those thick, skillful, beautiful lips. Oh, he did too.
“Is that so?” He looked down at you, eyes narrowing imperceptibly, a teasing lilt to his voice. Ahh, so he was humoring you. Good. “So confident today, mesh’la.”
You had the audacity, or stupidity depending on who you asked, to spit your tongue out at him. Him, Boba Fett. You were probably one of the few that ever could and live to tell the tale.
“Definitely.” You made a dramatic show of shrugging, making sure you leaned forward just enough to let the low neckline of your shirt do its job. “In fact, I don’t even think it would be hard. I’m fast, cunning too. I bet I’d even be able to outsmart the greatest bounty hunter who ever-”
Boba was on you in an instant, and you couldn’t help but loose a shriek as you were pulled into his lap before you could blink. Damn, that was quick. Quicker than when you had anticipated. And you’d thought you’d given him a wide enough berth. He curled his arms around you, pinning you to his armored chest, and pressed his face against your neck, breath hot and scalding - voice low like the thunder of an oncoming storm.
“Wanna flirt with death, little one?” He nibbled your earlobe between his teeth, a low growl rumbling from the depths of his throat, sending heat pooling between your legs. “Fine. But we both know you’re biting off more than you can chew.”
Oh kriffing gods.
You somehow managed to pull two halves of a thought together to form a sentence.
“Wanna test that? Give me two days. Bet you can’t catch me.” You shot him a smirk and shrugged. “Who knows, it could be fun.”
“And what would I get in return?” Boba’s voice was cold, calculating. Calculating, as he watched you, eyes narrowed, studying your blown out pupils and shallow breaths. He had to know you found this arousing. Especially if his hunter senses were still keen.
“Anything,” you confidently met his gaze, even as his grip on you tightened. “Anything you want.”
He fell silent for a moment, chest heaving, heart thundering beneath the beskar. A sly smirk curved on the corner of his lip, accompanied with a cutting gleam in his eyes, and it was then that you realized you were screwed.
“Anything.” He mirrored, dipping his head to meet your neck, sucking a bite on your pulse point. You bit back a moan despite your best efforts, far too keenly aware as one of his hands slid down your side and settling on your inner thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. “But you’ve already given me everything, mesh’la. Why would I risk losing what is already mine?”
Oh maker, he was playing with you. Making this harder than necessary. Punishing you for disobeying him.
“Umm, I…” you swallowed hard as his hand slipped between your legs, stifling another moan as he slowly, gently, torturously caressed your clothed clit. Gods, this wasn’t how you’d expected this to go. “I…just thought it would be fun, ya know? I’m always…maker…always wanting to try new things with you.”
He hummed, kissing your neck again, then your ear, your cheek, and finally your lips. He kissed you like a starved man, greedily nipping at your lips, tongue carving a path into your mouth, claiming you as his. He slipped his hand underneath your pants, your underwear the only barrier, deft fingers already bringing that coiling heat closer to the surface. You bucked against him, chasing his fingers, and he kept you flush with his chest with a growl.
“So my little princess wants to be hunted, hmm?” He had the audacity to lick a stripe up your neck as he circled your arching clit. “She wants to be hunted like a bounty? Like prey? That what you really want, little one? To feel helpless? Trapped with nowhere to go? Darling, I’ll show you helpless.”
You could only nod, a whimper breaking from your throat when he slowed his movements, delaying your pleasure. It nearly brought tears to your eyes. Dammit, this was supposed to be your game, not his, and yet you found yourself unraveling in his clutches yet again.
“Please, please don’t stop. I’ll do anything, I’d let you do anything,” you pressed against him with a whine, meeting his waiting gaze as you made your plea. “Fuck me bound. Even if I said no. Make me yours, break me, ruin me, I don’t care. I just want…wanna…”
You fell silent, embarrassment flaring your cheeks, but you should have known that he wouldn’t let you get away with silence. His free hand gripped your chin and tilted your face up to meet his, just forcefully enough to make his point.
“Say it.”
There was no room for disobedience now. Not when you were literally at his mercy. Not when his command rolled through you, making you tremble with excitement.
“I want you to hunt me.” You forced yourself to speak, even as his eyes darkened, his fingers slowly caressing you again. “Chase me down, and capture me. Use me as you see fit. That’s…that’s what I want.”
He chuckled darkly, the sound echoing on the stone walls, as he zeroed in on your clit again, your pleasure nearly bubbling to the surface.
“So much begging, poor princess,” his voice was a mocking coo as he wrung the pleasure out of you, your vision going white, jaw slack as your orgasm hit with the force of a speeding train. “You’ll have one day, sweet thing. One day to run, and when it’s over, you’ll be begging me to come for you.”
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You should have believed him.
Should have realized how hard he’d make this for you. But you’d been confidently foolish, going so far as to travel off world to some backwater forest planet on a neighboring system - albeit sparely populated…just to be safe.
But as the minutes had ticked to hours, and hours into the evening, there still had been no sign of your hunter. Whether this was because he was toying with you, or you’d actually given him the slip, you didn’t know - but you pressed on anyway. And as the cerulean sky faded to lilac and crimson hues, you started to worry.
You’d taken a one way trip to get here, even hired a smuggler to fly you. Anything to make it more exciting. More real.
But perhaps you’d gone too far.
You couldn’t help but feel a sliver of worry cut through your chest. Maybe you’d been overconfident, going to such lengths. What if he had lost his edge? What if he couldn’t find you? You’d be stuck alone, on a strange planet, with nothing but a short range commlink to try to call for help.
Stars, you also missed him. Missed his voice, his touch. You’d underestimated how quickly you’d tire of his absence - and as you slipped through the trees, slowing to a leisurely walk, you finally let your guard down, too lost in your whirling thoughts to keep playing the game you insisted on from the start.
The shadows had crept over the foliage, enshrouding the trees in darkness, hiding the armor that would have otherwise glinted in the sun.
You didn’t seem him until it was too late.
Strong arms suddenly wrenched yours behind your back, throwing you off balance and against a nearby tree. Your scream broke the silence, unheard in the miles of uncharted wilderness, unable to break free from the vise like grip clamping down on your wrists.
Boba’s breath flared hot like blaster fire on your cheek as he pushed you against the tree. The rough bark bit into your skin, only a minor fleeing pain, the true cause for your panic currently locking your arms behind your back in a vice like grip.
“Really thought you’d give me the slip, hmm?” His deep voice was rough and staticky with the helmet, tone absolutely deadly as he lifted his binders to your wrists. “Poor little girl.”
You clenched your legs at that - unable to stop the reaction from pushing your brain off the edge, diving into a freefall. Damn it, not yet. You couldn’t let him have his victory this easy. You had to be more of a challenge, flustered brain or not.
“Let. Me. Go!” You twisted in his grasp, tucking up your legs and lashing out with a kick to his chest.
He grunted, the force of your attack pushing him back a few centimeters - just enough space for you to work with. You broke free, heart locked in your throat, and spun around the tree to give you some distance.
You knew you couldn’t win. He was the better fighter in every way - an opponent you’d never once been able to beat, despite your own skill. But just because you knew you were going to lose didn’t mean you were going to go down without a fight.
The trees whipped past in a blur as you carved a wild, desperate path deeper into the foliage. All was silent save for the crashing of your boots through the fallen leaves - the first warning that you were doomed. The second warning came too late.
A sharp prick bit into your shoulder, and your reflexes reacted too late - a scream stuck in your throat when a whipcord whipped around your body - throwing you to the ground. You could already feel the effects of the tranquillized taking over - vision blurring at the edges even as you still struggled in vain. Even as Boba stepped into your rapidly fading sight, armor glinting in the sunlight.
“Careful, little mouse,” his voice was cutting, sinfully victorious, as he knelt beside you. Kriffing hell, you knew he was smirking underneath that damn helmet. “Wouldn’t want you getting hurt. You’re worth more alive.”
You felt the moment the binders slapped on your wrists, sealing your fate…
And then your vision went dark.
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By the time you awoke, the Slave 1 was already well in sight.
You were slung over Boba’s shoulder like a carcass, arms and legs limply dangling, mind still buzzing from the sedative he’d given you. You tried to open your mouth to speak, but your words were a pathetic slur.
He either didn’t hear you, or was ignoring you. You could feel the strength of him, muscles coiled underneath armor - all sinew and power. He held you with one arm, but you knew you’d never escape, that large gloved hand locked around your neck. You whimpered as the ramp lowered, ushering you both inside - inside to whatever fate he had planned for you. It closed, sealing you both in, and dooming you.
You couldn’t help but feel a thrill as he unceremoniously dropped you to the ground, right outside the cells. You wondered if he’d cage you in one to make the experience more real, but Boba seemed to have other ideas. He grabbed your bound arms and drug you across the floor, ignoring your shrieks of protest when he stopped in the center of the cargo hold.
Boba was quiet - he hadn’t said a word since your capture, and part of you wondered if it was part of the act, or if it was truly upset at the lengths you’d gone to evade him. So, you tried to take matters into your own hands.
“Please, I didn’t do anything wrong. I bet of you, let me go!” Your broken voice was truthfully cracked, parched after your strenuous day. “I’ll do anything, I swear I didn’t do anything wrong!”
Boba Fett had the audacity to ignore you. In fact, he turned his back on you, lifting his gauntlet to key in a code. A mixture of indignation and embarrassment flooded your chest, prompting your next move.
“I know you can hear me under there, bucket head.” You rolled your eyes with a scoff. “Or are you as deaf as you are dumb?”
“You know what you did.” His voice was low like thunder - cutting. A very different tone than the one he oh so often used with you.
This…this was entirely different. Excitement mixed with fear coursed down your spine as he slowly turned, that black t-visor locked on you with deadly focus.
But you wouldn’t be deterred that easily.
“What exactly did I do, huh?” You would have crossed your arms if you could. Instead, you opted to dramatically shrug. “Shouldn’t be too hard to list off my crimes. That is, if big words aren’t too much for a brute like you.”
Boba lunged forward with the speed of a viper, taking you entirely by surprise when his fingers gripped your chin, absolutely wrenching your face up to meet his - albeit hidden behind that helmet. And you were starting to realize why many would find it so terrifying. Heart hammering in your chest, you whimpered when his fingers squeezed your jaw, effectively clamping your mouth shut.
“Mouthy little brat, aren’t you?” His helmet was inches away, your panting breaths fogging the visor as he lowered his hand from your jaw to your neck. “Could just put you away in a cell. Would be what you deserve. But I might have to teach you a lesson.”
Oh gods. You swallowed, hard, and couldn’t resist the urge to wriggle beneath him, breaths growing shallower by the moment.
“You? Teach me a lesson? In your dreams.” You had the audacity to roll your eyes, spitting out your tongue to goad him further. “Sorry, but I have standards. I don’t fuck trigger happy bounty hunters.”
Boba Fett had the audacity to chuckle. A deep, dark chuckle that rumbled through your chest and tingled down your spine. Oh shit…you were in trouble. Big trouble.
“Is that so?” He gave your neck a squeeze, his free hand gripping your binders with another dark snicker. “Poor little kitten’s trying to give me orders? Ironic.”
His hand left your throat, and you yelped as he single-handedly picked you up by the binders, lifting you into the air, and pinned you against the ship’s wall. He magnetized the binders with a soft buzz, then left you dangling there - your toes barely able to touch the floor.
“What the hell?” You huffed, straining to reach the ground, heartbeat hammering so loudly you could barely concentrate, even as you felt his gloved fingers caress your jawline. “Let me down! Stop this, I mean it. Let me go, you kriffing jerk!”
Boba ignored you, helmet titling slowly to the side as if tracking his own journey tracing your neck until it stopped just above your shirt.
“You asked for this, little one.” His tone was impossibly husky, dark and rich like spotchka on the back of your throat. “You have a choice, kitten. You can either fight me, or…”
His hand slipped under your shirt, burrowing beneath your bra, and caressing your nipple with deft, skilled fingers.
“Choose to enjoy it.” He pinched your nipple too hard, and you yelped, thrashing even as he slowed back to a caress. “Your choice - but you’re not getting out of this.”
“N-no, please,” you tried to shy away, but he wouldn’t have it, pinning you to the wall with one hand, the other lifting from your shirt and wandering ever so slowly lower. “I’ll…comply. I’ll do anything. Just…please don’t hurt me.”
He chuckled, hand settling just above your crotch.
“Still giving orders, hmm? That’s not how this works.” He deftly unzipped your pants and slipped his hand into your waiting heat, a dry hiss emitting from his vocoder when he found the evidence of your arousal. “Dirty, dirty girl. Getting off on this? My, my.”
He circled your aching clit, and you cried out, trying to arch against him, breaths coming in near choked gasps as he quickly worked you towards oblivion. Damn, his patience must have flown out of the window. Perhaps he…
Just when you were on the precipice, Boba pulled his hand away. You cried out on frustration, heart pounding like a drum when he dropped his hands to his own pants, pulling his weeping cock free from its confines.
“Little kitten looks like she wants milk.” His voice was a sinister coo as he ran his thick shaft through your slick. “Poor baby.”
You whined - you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t stop the moan that ripped from your chest when his fingers once again found your clit, wringing your pleasure back to the surface. But yet again, when you were on so close, he pulled away.
“Ah, ah, ah, not so fast.” He raised his hand to your mouth, and you begrudgingly licked your arousal off his gloves. “You’ll come only when I tell you too. Can you be a good girl and do that?”
“Boba…I…” you writhed, pleading, but he promptly removed his hand from your clit with a growl.
“Didn’t give you permission to say my name,” his voice was all thunder and hellfire even as he seated himself in you with one brutal thrust. “It’s Sir to you.”
Your eyes widened, moans bouncing off the durasteel walls as he pounded into you, somehow feeling even bigger than normal. Your hands clattered uselessly against the wall, pleasure arcing up your spine as a steady heat grew in the pit of your stomach.
You cried out when he changed the angle, his cock hitting that deep spot that made you see stars. You writhed against him, legs wrapping around his back, trying to force him deeper. He growled, not slowing his pace in the slightest, and you whimpered when a hand reached up and tweaked a nipple.
“Bo-Sir…I…I’m,” you hated how pathetic you sounded, begging like some weak willed thing. But you felt it, your orgasm approaching like a speeding train, and there would be little you could do to stop it. “I’m…so close. Can I, can I…”
“I don’t know, not sure you deserve it,” he slowed his pace to a torturous crawl, slowly sliding through you, the wet sounds painfully loud in your ears even as you cried out in frustration. “Got your manners yet, little one? Have you learned your lesson?”
Oh Maker, he was torturing you. This was not how you had expected this to go - this was calculated, focused, intentional.
“I’m…I’m sorry. So sorry. P-please…” tears pricked your eyes, and you swore he was driving you absolutely mad, edging you with a calculated skill he hadn’t done before. “I take it all back. I’ll be good…I’ll behave. Just please, please…”
He pulled nearly out of you, helmet pressed against your shoulder, rasping voice directly in your ear.
“Please…what?” He stopped moving entirely until the only sound that could be heard was your desperate panting.
“Please, please let me come.” A tear slipped down your cheek, more from the building denial than anything else. “I’ll…I’ll be a good girl. Your girl.”
Boba grunted, pounding back into you with renewed vigor, one hand finding your neck, the other, your clit. He fucked you relentlessly - your back slamming into the wall as the edges of your vision dimmed.
When you finally came, your vision went completely white - all sound reduced to a ringing as burning hot pleasure seared you to your core. You screamed, writhing against him even as he continued driving into you, less focused and more reckless, chasing his own high.
“There you go, kitten.” His voice was dark with lust, armor flashing in the dim lighting. “Not so hard, hmm?”
When he came, it was with a deep groan that reverberated into your chest. He had you pressed against the wall, helmet against your neck, breaths rasping as he finally slowed to a stop.
For a moment, all was silent save both of your panting breaths. Boba was completely still, and for a moment, you worried he was genuinely angry. Had you gone too far? Had you done something wrong? Had you-
His hands reached up and unlocked your binders, catching you before you could fall to the floor. You couldn’t help but cling to him as he carried you to the cockpit, gently laying you in the small cot.
“You okay, my love?” His voice had regained some of its warmth, but still carried a dark edge. “Hope I wasn’t too rough with you.”
“I’m okay,” you nodded, meeting the visor with a small smile. “You weren’t. I’m honestly impressed you found me so quickly.”
He grunted, sitting beside you, gloved hand slowly caressing your hair.
“Didn’t expect you to leave Tatooine.” The helmet tilted in your direction. “You had me worried, little one.”
Oh stars. Had you gone too overboard? It hasn’t crossed your mind that Boba Fett would be afraid.
“Oh…I’m so sorry,” you curled into his chest, holding him close. “I’d only wanted to make it realistic. I didn’t want to worry you.”
“It’s okay,” he wrapped his arms around you and held you close. “Only startled me initially. Gotta admit it was fun, watching you trying to give me the slip. It was cute.”
Wait a second.
You narrowed your eyes as he removed his helmet, mirth shining in his own.
“Exactly how soon had you found me?” You tilted your head to meet his gaze.
“Oh, little princess,” he pressed a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, and finally, your lips. “You never left my sight.”
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Boba Fett x Medic Fem Reader Imagine
Smut | 198 words |
Prompts:
107 "You're the one who aroused me, so let's have some fun."
117 "Your wish is my command."
A/N: This imagines are a fun little thing I'm doing with @dookuswifey following this amazing promt list, and decided to share it with you too!
Boba had got himself into trouble again as usual. Fennec had to drag him to her clinic to be patched up after a specially rough fight, and the assassin had left him there, just so done with the Daimyo's bullshit.
"Aren't you glad to see me?" He asked the medic while laying in the clinic's bed.
"I'm, but not injured again," she responded with a worried frown.
He had a nasty injury in the inside of his leg, so he had to be on his undergarments to be treated. As professionally as always, she stitched him, but when she lifted her gaze, she noted he was painfully hard under his boxers.
She opened her eyes wide in surprise, but Boba was not ashamed of his reaction to her touch.
"You're the one who aroused me, so let's have some fun." Boba's grin was devilish when he spoke. She blushed violently but left her tools apart. Slowly, she removed her gloves while Boba was eating her with his eyes.
"Your wish is my command, Daimyo." She purred, finally transitioning from medic to lover. Boba's pupils dilated while the medic joined him in the bed, being careful with his wounds.
#the book of boba fett#tbobf#boba fett#boba fett x you#boba fett x reader#boba fett x fem!reader#boba fett smut
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here i present to you some soft lesbians
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Pairing: Garsa Fwip/Fennec Shand
Preview: Her eyes flutter closed without her meaning to, the soft bed, soft touches, soft kisses make her feel light and repeated long days make her bone-weary even if she would never admit it.
Author’s note: Fennec Shand can be soft because I said so <3
#fennec shand#garsa fwip#tbobf#the book of boba fett#star wars fanfiction#my fic#truly just a thousand or so words of lesbian smut lol#I’ve been writing this for a thousand years I needed to just fucking tie it together and post it#okay it’s 2:40am I’m going to sleep lol
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Yeah...well...so, things...
#Cad Bane#Cad Bane fanart#cad bane x oc#smut#deepbluespace art#sketch#the book of boba fett#tbobf#this is the time I just have to draw-vent#stars help me with this man
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Masterlist
Series
Of Light and Darkness:
*- Smut! No youngin's!
Ch. 1 Ch. 11* Ch.21 The Rising Darkness2
Ch. 2 Ch. 12. Ch. 22 The Rising Darkness3
Ch. 3 Ch. 13 Ch. 23* The Rising Darkness4
Ch. 4 Ch. 14* Ch. 24
Ch. 5 Phantom in the Dark- 1 Ch. 25
Ch. 6 Phantom in the Dark-2 Ch. 26
Ch. 7. Phantom in the Dark-3 Ch. 27
Ch. 8 Ch. 18 Ch. 28
Ch. 9 Ch. 19 Ch. 29*
Ch. 10* Ch. 20 The Rising Darkness1
One Shots:
Eryngium Blue: A House of Memories One Shot *
All work and no play...* (Fox x Reader)
Squad Dinner* (Rex x Nikki)
Adult Swim* (AU Rex x Reader)
Lullabies
Boba Fett-
Such a Tease (Boba Fett x Reader)*
My stars, my heart, my soul (Boba Fett x Reader)*
Biscuits and Beskar part2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Patt 6
Short series:
Lady of the Lake 1 * Part 2* Part 3*
Tender Mercy* Part 2*
A girls night out
A Simple Wish
Bad Batch Related: Hemlock Tantis
Just a Taste* (Wrecker x Reader)
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Ch 11 of Knight in Green Armor on A03
#boba x reader#boba fett x reader#boba fett x f!reader#boba fett x fem!reader#boba fett x female reader#star wars x reader#star wars reader insert#reader insert#boba smut#boba fett smut#star wars smut#star wars fanfiction#star wars fic#boba fett fanfic#boba fett fanfiction#boba fett fic#boba fett fluff#tbobf fic#tbobf fanfiction
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Cockwarming (kinktober prompt)
Pairing: Boba Fett/Reader
Tags (as posted on AO3): cockwarming, one single spank, teasing, dom/sub understones, reader is AFAB, boba calls reader little one and a good girl.
Word count: 688
Notes: 6th day of kinktober! I'm not sure where this takes place timeline-wise so you can read this with you favourite Boba in mind!
Kinktober prompt by @/the-purity-pen
A hiss was pulled out of you as Boba’s hand landed on your asscheek with a loud smack.
“Stop that,” he said firmly. His hand was quickly back on your cheek, tenderly massaging the hot skin.
“Stop what?” you said, batting your eyelashes exaggeratedly at him.
“You know what,” he replied. “Don’t play coy with me.”
Even though the will to wiggle your hips again seemed very alluring, you knew better. Boba would actually spank you for being a brat and the predicament you were currently in was difficult enough to manage as it was.
His cock was stretching you out as you were sitting on it, your arousal leaking down his lap.
You had brought up this fantasy of yours to Boba a while ago, the concept of cockwarming was appealing to you. You loved the feeling of Boba’s cock inside you. It was not unknown of you to long for him to penetrate you and claim you as his over and over again while you were apart for long periods of time, holocalls could only do so much. It had nothing on the real thing.
Boba had always been happy to indulge your needs and this time had been no different.
Although the feeling of his length inside you was delicious and was itching that need within you, you had not taken into consideration how hard it would be to sit motionless on his cock. A thin layer of sweat had appeared all over your skin as every fiber in your body was screaming at you to bounce up and down on his cock.
You swallowed and looked back at Boba, you were gazing at him with feverish want. All you could see was his impenetrable helmet, his dark t-shaped visor reflecting the stars passing by his ship at the speed of light behind you. You could not gauge his reaction, he had stayed perfectly still so far. He stared back at you wordlessly, focused on his task at hand, admiring your pretty, flustered face.
With a sigh, you buried your face in the crook of his neck. A growl vibrated low in his chest as you adjusted your position on his lap. His cock throbbed within you, making you moan as you clenched around his length.
Boba had to resist the urge to thrust his hips up. The soft, welcoming heat of your cunt wrapped around his shaft was distracting. He swallowed and settled his hands on your hips, tenderly massaging them as he recentred his focus.
“How long will it be until we jump out of hyperspace?” you mumbled from this neck after a few minutes of quietness.
This was what had been established before you had sat on him, you would stay still on his cock for the entirety of your trip in hyperspace.
“Not long, little one,” replied Boba tenderly, resting a comforting hand on the back of your head. “Can you stay still until then?”
You hummed and nodded.
“Good girl,” he said.
The praise brought heat to your cheeks, you nuzzled into his neck, feeling safe in his arms.
“If you want,” he spoke up again, “you can take a short nap until then. Will you fall asleep with my cock inside you?”
He had noticed how sleepy you had sounded a few seconds ago, he had known that you would have fallen asleep regardless of you asking him anyway.
You nodded again, his voice and soft gestures on your body lulling you into sleep.
“I need you to answer, little one,” he said.
“Yes,” you replied. “Yes, I will.”
Boba hummed contently. “Good,” he praised. “Once we’re out of hyperspace, I’ll reward you for your good behaviour.”
You smiled through the drowsiness, “I’ll be good for you, Boba.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he replied. “Now sleep, little one.”
Boba’s hand gently stroked your back as his other arm was wrapped around the small of your back. His touch, the proximity of your two bodies, and his cock within you allowed you to feel safe and sound, making the transition of your body and mind into slumber easy.
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I do humbly ask for perhaps a little smutty fic about an older Bane having some drinks at a cantina fave spot of his and marveling that some lovely human woman who obviously has a liking to him (and perhaps a liking to Duros in general as she is ignoring all other obviously interested men) is making eyes and smiling at him the whole time. Finally he thinks “what de heck” and gets up and gives her a slight look before walking out. She gets the hint...they walk out...and perhaps some fun happens in the alleyway. Or somewhere else. But damn age didn’t stop this Duros from gettin’ some. (Perhaps this was even shortly before his fight with Boba in BoBF)
ooooooh what a good prompt. thanks!
Just a Gigolo (TBOBF!Cad Bane x F!Reader)
Summary: Cad Bane is never as aware of his age as when he sits at a cantina bar, invisible to everyone around him.
Pairing: Cad Bane x F!Reader
Rating: 🌶 Explicit 🌶
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: Mention of prostitution, cunnilingus, PiV sex
There will come a day
When youth will pass away
And what will they say about me?
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Cad Bane is never as aware of his age as when he sits at a cantina bar, invisible to everyone around him.
It stings a bit. Thirty years ago, women would be buying him the drinks, and he'd easily charm his way into their beds. Twenty years ago, he needed to work a bit harder, do some wining and dining, but it would always end with some fun. Ten years ago, when he was aching for company, he could always find a pretty lady of the evening willing to make a business transaction.
But his looks have faded, his charms are dated, and not even the streetwalkers give him a passing glance.
He doesn't lose too much sleep over it. It's the bed he made for himself, the bed he chose when he picked credits over a pretty face time and time again.
He wouldn't change a thing if he had to do it over again. That's what he tells himself, anyways.
And so he sits and nurses his whiskey and water. He can't drink it neat anymore. Anything more than a few mouthfuls knocks him on his ass, and he prefers a slow descent into inebriation. Easier on his head in the morning.
A presence materializes beside him. He gives a quick, appraising glance...
...but it turns into a stare.
Stars above, you're pretty.
"I'll have a Sex in the Cockpit," you tell the bartender. "Could I get a double shot of jogan schnapps in that?"
You're a Human, one of the ones with the warm, dark skin the same color of freshly-tilled soil. Long, thick braids frame your face like the mane of a regal beast, held back by a sunny yellow scarf. A brightly-colored floral-patterned dress flatters your... well, everything.
He doesn't mean to stare. He really doesn't. But he can't drag his eyes away from you.
You notice him and give him a shy, slightly uncomfortable smile. "Evening," you say.
He remembers himself and forces himself to look at his drink. "Evenin'," he says coolly.
You look him up and down. "Nice hat."
He cracks a genuine smile at that. So you have good taste. "So it is," he says. "Double schnapps, eh? Dangerous game."
You turn fully to him and wow you're even prettier from the front. And then you smile genuinely at him and the corners of your eyes get cute little crinkles and you get little dimples in your cheeks and sweet stars, he's gone.
"I'm celebrating tonight," you say. "And I don't have work tomorrow, so I can afford to get a little loose."
He nods and raises his glass. "'Grats to ya," he says.
You straighten up a bit. "Thank you." You push one of your braids over your sun-kissed shoulder. He recognizes a flirty tic when he sees one. "First time I've been out without the kids in a while. Kind of exciting, y'know?"
He doesn't know, actually. Yet another thing he gave up in the eternal pursuit of credits.
The little flicker of hope smoldering in his chest sputters out. But he remains cordial. "Yer ol' man on kid-wranglin' duty tonight?"
Your face falls, then twists up into a grimace. "They're with my sister, actually," you say. "My idiot ex-husband is somewhere on Corellia by now..."
That little spark comes roaring back to life, and he doesn't hide his smile. The bartender returns with your drink. You go to slip her your credits, but he stops you.
"Put it on my tab," he says to the bartender. He looks back to you. "Go have fun, li'l lady. Sounds like you deserve it."
You blink at him. It's hard to see, but your cheeks flush just a bit. "Thank you, Mister...?"
He takes a sip of his drink. "Just Cad'll do."
---
He stays at the bar far, far longer than he intends. But he gets to stay in the same room as you, so it's a win for him.
You're sitting with your girlfriends in a booth, chatting away like a flock of nuna. But he occasionally sees you glancing at him. Little sneaking looks that turn into sheepish smiles when he winks at you.
He sees a number of men approach your group. Your friends seem content to bask in the male attention, but you brush them off, over and over again.
Eventually, you saunter up to the bar with a few empty glasses and set them down. You order something non-alcoholic and perch next to him.
You offer him a smile. "Surprised you're still here."
He shrugs. "Got nowhere else to be."
You nod. "Respect the honesty." You drum your fingers on the table and quickly glance to the side.
He's distracted for a moment by your lovely dark eyes, but he ends up following your gaze. All of your girlfriends are looking at you eagerly, and the moon-faced Togruta gives you a double thumbs up and an encouraging grin.
His stomach does a flip as he realizes what's happening. You're coming on to him, and your friends think it's a great idea.
Not that his ego was particularly deflated to begin with, but it puffs right up as you return your gaze to him, twisting a braid around your finger.
You swallow thickly. "You know, the place I'm staying isn't far from here," you say. "You maybe wanna...?"
You let the question hang in the air.
He stares at you just long enough to make you squirm a bit. He finishes his drink with a flourish, and gives you a toothy smile.
"Lead de way."
---
Cad Bane used to fuck. Long, hard romps, with lots of twisting and contorting. He sometimes can't believe he was ever able to do the things he used to.
He's a bit too old for that now. His stamina isn't what it used to be, and most of the acrobatics would end with him throwing out his back. But experience trumps everything, and this old akk dog knows a hell of a lot of tricks.
Like how his breathing tubes allow for him to go down and stay down as long as he requires.
You're even prettier naked, hair splayed out in a halo on the pillow, back arched as he buries his face in your pussy. Your purrs and moans are sweet music to his ears as he languidly licks and sucks you.
You grind your soft hips into his face as he grips them tight, digging his fingers into the smooth, pliant flesh. You were sheepish about your size, but he quickly shushed you.
"I ain't trim anymore neither," he'd said. "So quit fretting and relax."
You reach your peak in due time, moaning and twitching as your pussy pulses. Sweet music to his ears.
He pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You peer up at him with dark, hazy eyes, lips curled into a smile.
"That was... wow," you breathe.
He offers a grin. "Glad ya had fun."
You put a hand to your cheek as you smile, nibbling your lower lip. He wishes he had a holocam to immortalize your coy beauty, but memory will have to do.
He sits back on his haunches, licking his lips. He could just pull his cock out and dive into you, but he doesn't want to seem too eager. So instead he disconnects his breathing apparatus and, after placing it carefully on the nightstand, peels his bodysuit off.
Your eyes widen as you look at him, and he can't help but feel a bit self-conscious. He's by no means fat, but age has thickened his middle a bit, and his skin is scarred and ragged.
"Ain't much to look at," he admits.
You sit up. Carefully, you slide your gentle hands along his torso, tracing all the crags and gullies he's accumulated. His trophy case and resumé, always carried with him.
Your hand travels up his neck to linger on the discolored splotch of scar tissue on his skull. "What happened here?" you breathe.
He'd committed the cardinal sin of bounty hunting: underestimating his opponent. In his defense, said opponent was a teenaged whelp too angry to function in polite society. He should have won that shootout. The pain and bitterness have long faded, but the disappointment in himself still creeps up on him sometimes.
You press it. A zap of pain lances through his forehead, and he hisses. You jerk away, your dark eyes wide. "I'm so sorry," you say, hands flying to your mouth. "Did I hurt you? Are you okay? Do you need bacta? There's some in the 'fresher--"
Yeah, you're definitely a mother. He waves you off. "Tender spot. I'll be fine so long as ya don't touch it again."
He takes your chin in his fingers and leans in to press his lips to yours. You let him.
Kissing doesn't come naturally to Duros, but the first time he tasted the warm, wet mouth of a pretty Pantoran, he was hooked.
And dear Maker, you're like a shot of pure spice. Your lips are so soft and smooth against his, your tongue so sweet and confident in its movement. So much so that he's getting light-headed...
...no, wait. No tubes. He just needs air.
Bane pulls away gently, one hand on your chest to keep you from following. He breathes deeply, appreciating the coolness after your warm mouth.
You give him a lusty, smoky-eyed smile. You trail your fingers down to his belt and start to tug, deftly undoing the buckle.
You don't seem too perturbed by his blasters, though the second one makes your brows rise. If you have thoughts, you keep them to yourself as you place the gunbelt on the nightstand next to his tubes.
He starts to undo his fly, but you put your hand on his and give him a reproachful look. Carefully, you take the zipper yourself and shimmy them down around his hips.
His half-hard cock pops out, bobbing gently. You stare at it in fascination, reaching out to draw your finger along his ridges. A jolt of pressure goes to his belly and a purr escapes him before he can stop it.
You giggle in response. "Sensitive?" you ask. He nods. You feather your fingertips along the ridges, eliciting all sorts of noises from him.
Before long, a few fat drops of precum drip from his slit. You stare at it a moment, then swipe your finger along his glans and examine it closely.
"Thinner than I expected," you say. "Less sticky."
"Ain't fertile."
You nod and, after a moment's hesitation, give it a taste. Your brows furrow. "...Tastes like sour candy."
That gets a quick laugh out of him. A few more drops leak out, replacing what you'd swiped up.
He peels off his trousers and tosses them to the floor. You flop backwards, spreading your legs for him. He takes a moment to admire you before arcing over you, kissing your neck as he gently palms your breasts. They fit nicely in his hands.
As he fondles you, you pump your hand along his cock. Oh, it feels good. Fantastic. Wonderful. He needed a woman's touch more than he cared to admit. It's been too long since he's been stroked, too long since he's burst all over a--
He sucks in a sharp breath and she pushes your hand away, willing himself to calm. Wouldn't do to pop the cork early.
"Are you alright?" you ask.
He purrs loudly, gazing down at you. "Easy, li'l lady," he says. He licks his lips. "Ya ready?"
You grab one of the pillows and push it under your rump. "Uh-huh," you breathe.
He hooks his hands under your knees and slowly pushes into you, giving you time to adjust to his size. You're not vice-tight, a fact for which he's grateful -- thrusting is so much easier when the woman doesn't have a death grip on his cock.
You let out low, heady hisses as you take him. Your pussy clenches around him, forcing a hoarse gasp from him.
He reaches his hilt, and you exhale. You open your eyes to peer at him, then at where your body joins with his. You suck in a breath, and he feels you pulse.
"Ya take it good," he rumbles. "Ya done dis before?"
You shake your head. His cock twitches, and you let out a squeak. "You're my first -- ooh! -- alien," you admit.
Oh, he just loves being someone's first time. They have nothing to compare it to, so it's impossible to disappoint.
Slowly, he starts to thrust. Long, languid strokes back and forth. His ridges push against your clit, making you squirm.
"That feels good...!" you whisper.
He doesn't respond, just chuckles and keeps thrusting.
He's not sure if you just feel that good or if it's just been awhile. But he doesn't care. Pleasure is pleasure and he'll take what he can get.
You seem to be enjoying yourself as well. Huffing and puffing and letting out little moans that make his cock twitch.
He reaches his peak much quicker than he likes. You're nowhere near ready, and he'd never leave a lady unsatisfied.
He bites his cheek to try and hold it in, but all that accomplishes is making him taste blood. He tries to think unsexy thoughts, but you look so gorgeous beneath him. He tries squeezing his eyes shut, but that only emphasizes your moans...!
"Hey," you say. He cracks open an eye to peer at you. Your brow is knit, but you're smiling gently. "You alright?"
He swallows dryly. "Ain't exactly a spring nuna," he rasps.
You nod. Taking one of his hands, you place it on your clit and gently swirl his fingers around it. You moan and purr and thrust your hips up.
Maker damn it all, he can't do it.
He sees stars as he climaxes. No, star clusters -- no, galaxies. He may have seen the Maker, even, but as he comes crashing back down, he can only see black.
He throws his arms out to prevent him from bashing his forehead against yours. You don't seem to notice, lost in your own little world as you finger yourself.
He watches your face, feels your body as you come. Your chest warms up, you squeeze your eyes shut, and your pussy pulses around his softening cock as you let out a few little mewls.
It's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, heard, and felt.
His arms start to quiver, and he flops atop you, his face in your pillowy breasts.
You let out a little yip of surprise, but he's too dazed to react. He's in a pleasant haze, his limbs nice and limp as his heart pounds. He pants for breath, trying to ease the burn of his lungs.
After a minute or two, he finds his voice. "Sorry 'bout that," he mumbles.
"Don't be," you say. You place a warm hand on his head and gently stroke, careful to avoid his tender spot. "That was fantastic."
He sighs in relief. He pushes himself off of you, his cock sliding out with a sticky shlick. He groans as his back hits the mattress.
You giggle, then carefully get up. You open the door to the fresher and toss a towel to him before closing the door again.
Bane hauls himself to a sitting position. It hurts. He's exhausted. Every bone in his body is telling him to sleep, but he ignores them. He should mop himself up and be on his way.
He's pulling his trousers up when you exit the 'fresher, all cleaned up and clad in a big faded tee. You cock your head at him. "Where're you going?" you ask.
"Don't wanna overstay my welcome," he says simply.
You stare at him for a moment. "Stay. I can tell Aharli to get a cot with Mel and Irrys." You smile. "Revenge for all the times she sexiled me when we were roomies."
Your friends, he assumes. He blinks at you. "Ya sure?"
You nod. "I insist."
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little touched and a lot relieved.
He slides his trousers back off as you pull back the covers, and he slips into bed beside you. You tuck your head right under his arm to rest your head on his chest. The highest of your braids tickles his lips, and he tries to blow it away. It doesn't budge.
Your giggle sounds like wind chimes, clear and musical. You reach up and gently move it before draping your arm across his chest and tucking your fingers beneath him.
This is more intimate than he'd expected. He's used to one-and-dones out behind the cantina or having to bail so the lady can take her next customer. This is something he hasn't had in a long, long time.
He's not going to question a good thing. You smell like fresh-cut pinewood, tangy and smoky, and you're so, so warm. Like sipping a cup of fresh caf on a cold night, it seeps into his bones right down to the marrow and relaxes his every muscle.
Cad Bane sleeps better than he has in a long, long while.
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Morning comes all too quickly. Checkout is at noon, and you have to pack your things.
He watches you carefully, twiddling a toothpick as you shove your belongings into a too-small suitcase.
"Ain't much of a light packer, are ya?" he says.
"Look, you never know if there's gonna be an emergency," you say. "Always have extra underwear, an extra pair of pants, more socks than you'll need, sunscreen, lotion..." You pause and flop over the suitcase. "Maker, I am such a mom," you mutter.
He chuckles. "Worse problems to have," he says.
You smile, and that seems to give you the strength you need to get the zipper around the last corner. You let out a triumphant laugh and heave it onto the ground.
His smile fades. Time for him to go, then.
He stands up and plucks his hat from the bedpost. "Been a pleasure, li'l lady," he says, placing it on his head.
He tries to push past you, but you stop him. You untie the scarf you'd meticulously wound around your braids and place it in his hand. You close his fingers around it and give him an earnest smile.
"Thank you," you say.
He's actually baffled by that. "For what?"
"For a good night," you say. "I had fun."
He considers returning the scarf, but it's bad luck to turn down a lady's favor. "Thanks for the proposition," he says. "Safe travels."
Your hands linger on his just a moment, but you eventually withdraw them to open the door. He leaves you with a wink and a tip of his hat.
He strokes the scarf between his fingers as he descends the stairs. He can't help but feel a twinge of... something. Sadness? Disappointment? Longing?
He'll never see you again. He knows he won't. You'll go back to your home and your career and your kids, and he'll go back to his running and gunning all by himself.
The lonely part of him wants to turn back around. Fill the hole in your heart. Kiss you. Hold you. Steal your warmth at night. Finally let himself rest his weary bones.
But he won't. He's just a hired gun. That's all he is, that's all he ever will be, and that's fine by him.
Besides, he has no time for woolgathering. He has an appointment to keep in Mos Espa with an uppity clone with delusions of respectability.
And so he pockets the scarf and makes his way out into the noontime sun, pulling his hat down low to shade his eyes.
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When the end comes I know
They'll say "just a gigolo"
Life goes on without me
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The Fire
Cad Bane X she/her able-bodied reader
Beta read by the amazing @queenquazar , Duros biology got some input by the equally amazing Spoiledyoghurt (Ao3)
Note: kinda forgot that we actually have Cad Bane’s official ship name. Just pretend I always used “The Justifier”. sorry.
CN: violence, mentions of alcohol and being drunk, guns and weapons, bit of stalker-ish behavior, fighting, arson, getting carried and grabbed, biting, tracking, hunting
5k words
The Hat Collection Masterlist
After three rotations of travel, the ship left hyperspace and Nar Shaddaa - the smuggler's moon and heart of the galactic criminal world - was in front of you.
It was an implausible sight. While sitting in the co-pilot's seat you stared at it, yet unable to grasp what your eyes perceived. You had read about Coruscant, Nar Shaddaa and other ecumenopolis, where entire surfaces of planets or moons were covered in urban sprawl. Yet seeing it felt like seeing a droid’s absurd dream.
“Dank farrik.” You whispered.
Boba pushed a few buttons and commenced landing while you had little choice but to watch and wait. You did not know how to pilot and had little experience traveling through space. It was expensive and you were not the type of person swimming in credits.
A jolt went through the ship as it tilted and you finally landed on the plattform. With the gravity shift, you suddenly had to crawl out of the cockpit to follow Boba to the exit where he turned towards you.
“Remember,” he said. “This is just a quick stop to mostly get some attention. Stay close to me. It’s dangerous here.”
You nodded without arguing. At some point he had to look away from you, giving you a chance to slip away. Better to keep Boba in the illusion of your humility.
“Let’s go.” Boba called and stepped off the ship.
The landing platform and local harbor sprawled as far as you could see. Trask had a decent size harbor, bringing in a steady amount of travelers into your cantina. This was bigger than any harbor you had ever seen. Ships landed and started wherever you looked, and people of all kinds moved and scurried around. It was a fascinating sight.
All of them were armed.
Suddenly Boba with his head to toe armor did not appear as outlandish as he had on Trask. Rather it was you who was noticeably off without a blaster or practical protective gear in your simple, unwashed, and partially borrowed clothing.
I look weak.
Instantly you lifted your head up and straightened your shoulders in a sorry attempt to hide that. The last thing you needed in escaping Boba was getting caught by somebody else.
“We’ll walk around a bit. Do some shopping first.” Boba explained and took you by the hand.
It was an odd gesture, nearly like a child gripping their parent’s hand.
You squeezed reassuringly to not betray your plans of getting away from him the first moment he would let go.
Boba led you through several streets and alleys until you reached a huge place on the surface full of neat market stands offering every imaginable or unimaginable thing in the galaxy. Droids and sentiments with the ability to fly, moved above your head, carrying around packages of what must be goods from the market. And voices called around you - some in Galactic Basic, Huttese or Ryl but most foreign and unknown to you.
Boba elbowed his way through, while dragging you behind him.
At a market stand for fruits and meal kits he stopped, ordered a bunch of things to be delivered to the ship, before turning towards you.
“Do you need anything?”
“Oh, I have a say in that?” You stared at him in disbelief.
“What?” He shrugged. “Do you think after 3 rotations of you shivering and borrowing my clothes, I won’t ask? No, my dad taught me to treat women better.”
“Oh, Boba,” You could not help yourself teasing him. ”Are you worried about me or about running out of clean socks?”
Boba tilted his head. With his helmet it was hard to tell what he was thinking.
“Both,” He finally admitted.
“How chivalrous. Your dad must be proud.”
He paused. “We will travel on for a while after this. If you need something, now is the time to get it.” He finally explained.
“Do I get a permanent toothbrush spot in the refresher too?”
You felt like you accidentally developed x-ray-sight for you could see how Boba rolled his eyes under his helmet. “I have a few things I need.” You returned to a more casual tone, dropping the teasing. Best to leave Boba the illusion of you staying close to him.
Boba nodded as you listed a few plausible things - toiletries and some clothes. Again, like a man on a mission, Boba took you by the hand and moved you to one stall after another to get your things. Silently, he paid for everything and ordered it to be delivered to the ship before pushing his way out of the market area and into a darker alley. Dutifully, and without a chance to escape his iron grip, you tagged along.
“Now that we got everything,” Boba started, “Let’s get us some attention.”
“Have you come up with something?” You inquired, hoping it was something to help you get out.
“Yes.” Boba swallowed audibly through the modulator. ”We're gonna pick a fight in a cantina.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Pretty sure just a cantina fight will not draw enough attention. They happen here every day.”
Having seen all those weapons everybody on Nar Shaddaa wore around so casually, you weren’t particularly keen on starting a fight.
“We will have to make it convincing then. It will work.” Boba stated without much room for argument.
Stars help me.
XXX
Cad Bane had promised himself only to pass through the market where TODO had claimed to see her. Bane swore that he hadn’t packed up quickly and wasn’t actively looking for his lil’ loth cat. And, he nearly persuaded himself that he didn’t take a detour to his ship just for the chance of catching a glimpse for her.
No, this was ridiculous and he needed to get it together. He needed to return to his life as a bounty hunter and ban all thoughts of her into that sorry little corner of his mind, where he ventured only during especially dark, lonely or drunk moments of his life.
He stalked through the shadows of the backstreets; always on the lookout and avoiding being seen out of habit for all those enemies and unfriendly acquaintances he had made on the long way to becoming who he was now.
“I wonder how she got here to Nar Shaddaa?” TODO babbled right next to him. ”I accidentally passed her and would not believe my photonic receptors, so I scanned her just to make sure but-”
Bane growled to shut the droid up. The last thing he needed was a droid giving input about the woman he tried to forget. Already being here was a vulnerability Bane hated to admit to.
Pushing his hat down, he made his way nearly to the space harbor before coming to an abrupt halt.
Right in front of him, only a few short steps out of the shadows, and about to enter a sleazy cantina, was the lil’ loth cat. Gravity pulled him towards her like she was a massive star and he - nothing but a little rock drifting in space, getting crushed and set ablaze just by her presence.
He stared at her, unable to move.
She walked with her chin high and her back upright. As always, she punished the world around her with a gaze that could melt Hoth if the glaciers there gave her a reason to. Combined with it, was the nearly ever present teasing smirk on her lips, ready to laugh even Death in the face. And yet, with his sharp Duro senses he saw her little human heart beat and that delicious spot at her neck move rhythmically.
Brave lil’ one.
He could not suppress his admiration for her. Even being in one of the most dangerous places in the galaxy and with her heart beating in fear, lil’ lady proved herself admirably stoic from the outside.
Someone called her and grabbed her by the hand.
It irked Bane how harshley this stranger grabbed her, suppressing a disapproving growl to not draw attention to himself. He followed the armored arm up with his eyes to the face of the sorry creature Bane briefly considered tearing into pieces for touching her like that, before he froze in motion.
It was Jango’s helmet.
XXX
You glanced around the cantina. It was not much different than the one you worked at back home.
Home.
What a funny thing to think of now. There was no way you could ever return there, it would be the first place for the bounty hunters to look for her.
Another thought you pushed away to concentrate on the here and now.
The room was mostly lit by the rays of natural light falling through the transpari steel windows and illuminated screens showing bounties and the local menu. You rolled your eyes at the menu.
3 brands of cheap spotchka and thinly brewd kork beer.
The professional barkeeper in you was disappointed. The people of Nar Shaddaa deserved better drinks.
“You want a drink?”, Boba asked and pushed you softly towards the counter.
“Hoth, no.”
He tilted his helmed head in question, making you sigh.
“Kork beer is basically just water,” You explained. “And ‘Blue Yonder’, ‘the Spirit’s Spirit‘ and ‘Abyss’ are famously bad spotchka brands. I would even be hesitant calling ‘Blue Yonder’ spotchka.”
It was true. As a barkeeper you had tried basically every liquor brand tolerable to humans at least once. You had to know what you were serving to your customers after all. But as much as cutting costs was necessary in every cantina you worked before, all those brands and especially the most affordable ‘Blue Yonder’ was known to be no more than ethanol mixed with a bit of meiloorun juice to give it some flavor and coloring. It tasted like someone mixed ship fuel with sweetener. You vividly remembered the burning, nearly painful sensation of the little sample. You had shared it with your boss, before collectively deciding that even the cheapest way to get to blue yonder was not worth ‘Blue Yonder’.
“That bad, huh?” Boba concluded.
“Oh, yes. Drinking this feels like aging a thousand times faster on the spot.”
“Well, you will know more about aging,” The teen chuckled.
“Oi,” you protested playfully, “Have a little more respect for your elders.”
Boba just chuckled more and leaned against the counter.
“Okay, who should we start with?”He asked.
“Boba,” you asked carefully, eyeing him with worry. “Are you suggesting you just beat one of them up?”
“Why not?”
You were at a loss of words.
“Boba, no…” You tried.
“What? Are you scared?”
“Don’t dare me like a kid,” Annoyance dripped off your words. “This just feels a bit … excessive. Is that really necessary?”
“It will give us the attention we need.”
You looked around the sorry cantina guests staring into their cups, mumbling with each other or sleeping in varying positions of comfort.
“Are you sure this-” You stilled as a tall shadow appeared in the entrance.
XXX
Bane retreated more into the shadows of the alley to consider his next steps. The Duro hunting instinct pushed him to just get into the cantina, blasters blazing and get his woman.
But she wasn’t his. He had pushed her away. He didn't even know how she got here. Maybe she wanted this.
His mouth sunk into a disapproving curve. It was rude and invasive of him to perceive her this way, but something pushed him to check if she was okay and find out how she got here. And then he would back off and leave her be.
Yeah, just check. This means nothing. But this armor…
“TODO,” he growled, “Get to the Harbor and request the list of ships currently docked.”
“But I am not a protocol-”
Bane groaned in annoyance.
“After you get it, send it to me before returning to The Justifier and preparing my ship for take off. Got it?”
“Of course, Master Bane.” The droid chirped and went off.
Alone, the bounty hunter leaned against the wall and collected his thoughts. The last news he had of Jango Fett, his former partner, was of his death. And yet someone was here, wearing exactly that armor right next to his - no, the lil’ lady. He was sure it was the same armor, even with the change in color. He had seen that armor so often, memorized every dent, every scratch, every clasp he had to open to get the skin beneath it. Bane was ready to swear on his life and a considerable amount of his fortune that this was Jango’s armor.
But how?
Who?
and why?
He snarled disapprovingly. Jango had left years ago only to get himself killed by a Jedi. Damn Jedi. Another reason to hate them. They had taken the chance from Bane to ask Jango what had made him leave and then, considering Jango’s reason, maybe beheading the old rattle box himself. But Jango was dead. And yet someone was there wearing the armor and dragging the loth cat lady around.
Bane felt his Duro hunting instincts tingle. He took a deep breath not to get lost in the deep detached and concentrated Duro-on-the-hunt-state. As much as he enjoyed the simplicity of the fight, he needed his mind clear and present.
He peeked under the brim of his hat and considered his options.
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Cold sweat gathered on your temples at the sight of Aurra and Bossk entering the cantina. Aurra stalked closer with steady and determined steps while Bossk stopped and leaned next to the only exit in sight, guarding it.
“Well, well, well,” Aurra purred in a strange friendly voice as she reached the bar. “Look who we got here?”
“Aurra, good to see you.” Boba greeted equally superficially before casually stepping in front of you and getting his armored body between you and the tall armed bounty hunter.
“Hi,” You managed, already regretting speaking up. You really needed to learn how to shut up.
Aurra shot you a look and you suppressed a flinch, instead smiling politely.
“Boba,” Aurra continued while leaning casually against the bar. ”Care to introduce us? I recall seeing this human on Trask before you left us there out of the blue…”
“Yeah, about that.” Boba continued. “This is my aunt. You understand that in my circum-”
“Your aunt?” the woman sneered. “From your mothers side?”
With fast and strong fingers she grabbed Boba at the side of the helmet and slammed him on the top of the bar counter before Boba could reply anything.
“Don’t give me this bantha crap, Boba.“ Aurra hissed. “Who is this woman? Does she have a connection to Bane? Did you get her away from us so that you would not have to share the reward from luring him out and bringing him in?”
Boba staggered and gripped the counter to recover from the hit.
He groaned.
You stared at the two bounty hunters in front of you. Boba might be your kidnapper but he was effectively a polite, somewhat troubled kid. Aurra on the other hand… You felt a rush of deep seated fear surfacing as she looked up and stared at you with piercing eyes.
“Enlighten me,” she challenged. “Who are you and what do you have to do with Bane?”
“Oh,” You managed while stepping backwards before being able to stop yourself. “Sorry for causing so much trouble. I haven’t seen my nephew in years. His mother and I drifted apart so I did not recognize dear little Boba first. Hadn’t seen each other in years.”
Aurra smiled maliciously.
Shit, You said something wrong.
You felt yourself lean against the counter to get closer to anything you could use as a weapon.
“Oh yeah? So Boba is your sister's son?”
Boba huffed and straightened up again.
You peeked over the counter. Just big spotchka bottles, cups and a few boxes of matches. Kriff.
“U-hu. One big happy family reunion” You managed.
“Touching. Family truly is something special.”
Aurra drew her blaster from the holster on her thigh and aimed at you.
You stopped breathing.
“Stop playing around. I hate being lied to and I retaliate on principle for it.”
“Aurra.” Boba spoke up again. “I can explain, lower your weapon. Please.”
A part of you registered the teens pleading tone for your life. But most of you could not think about anything other than the massive blaster trained at you. You were going to die. You felt yourself getting shaky and weak in the knees before you took a quick breath.
No, kriff them all. This ain’t the end of it yet.
You smiled at Aurra, not averting your gaze from her, and pushed down your fear.
“It was disappointingly easy to predict you would go to Nar Shaddaa, Boba.” Aurra hissed. “It's always Coruscant, Tatooine or Nar Shaddaa with the beginners. And Nar Shaddaa was the closest. But now tell me who this woman is, for she sure as Hoth is not your aunt. Or, I'll shoot her.”
Before Aurra could trigger the blaster, she stumbled. Boba had tackled her, using her being distracted by you. A blaster bolt hissed past you and you crouched down to avoid more shots.
You looked around, everything fell apart around you. Aurra and Boba rolled over the floor and fought to get the upper hand. Other customers of the cantina drew their weapons and encircled the two fighters on the floor while others crawled under the table to hide from more possible blaster bolts.
Someone grabbed you by the neck from behind.
“Tell me, why are you so much trouble? You must be valuable.” It was another customer. A tall, human and unfortunately strong man had picked you up as if you weighed nothing.
“Let me go!” You demanded, kicking and shoving against him.
He only laughed at you before you lashed out at him, scratching at him and aiming for the eyes. In surprise he let go of you, dropping you onto the floor. Disoriented, you tried crawling away from him but he caught you by the leg and pulled you closer. You cried out in surprise and kicked at his hand, hearing an ugly sound of some bones breaking. The man yelled in pain yet did not let go. You kicked again, aiming at the other hand grabbing onto your leg.
Before you could land another hit someone jumped over you and crashed into the man. You did not waste time checking who it was and stumbled up, turning to the door. The cantina had completely fallen into chaos with customers brawling, Aurra holding Boba in a headlock while the teen kicked his head back up to land a hit at her jaw, Bossk and your attacker behind you interlocked in another violent mess of limbs and heavy breathing. So it must have been the trandoshan who had intervened for you.
With Bossk gone from guarding the door, there was nothing stopping you from fleeing. You made a short step in the direction of the door before reconsidering and grabbing a few bottles of cheap spotchka and matches. With the heavy load in your hands you stumbled through the fighting mess, before making it to the door. Quickly you opened the bottles and started pouring them out in the doorway. You needed to gain time to flee, making it hard or impossible for the bounty hunters to follow you.
Determined you lit up a match and threw it at the blue liquid.
Instantly the cheap spotchka caught fire, roaring high and hungry and - most importantly - making it pretty impossible for anyone to follow you outside this way.
You stumbled away from the flames and into the alley. Smoke was rising up and you coughted, first time becoming aware of how heavy you were breathing and how hot you felt from the fight.
You turned around and started to run as fast as possible, leaving the angry shouts behind you and ignoring the pain in your lungs. As fast as you could you made through the alleys - further and further into the deep dark streets of Nar Shaddaa - running, stumbling, crawling. At some point you left the surface and went down using the stairs and lifts in the hope of shaking off any possible pursuer and even jumping over a few chasm’s between walkways just to make sure.
After you felt like you would pass out from your lungs hurting, you dared stopping at a little, secluded corner and leaned against a wall.
Tired and defeated, you slid down. You took a few deep breaths of air to help the pain in your lungs subside. After a while of controlled breathing you started to feel better, your legs still shaky yet not as boneless as the last few desperate jumps you made to escape.
You bend your knees who had gotten bruised at some point, and hug yourself before finally allowing yourself to feel. Tears started to roll down your cheeks and little gasps escaped you, fighting for air again as everything came crashing down on you.
You had fought.
You had fought for your life and then you had set a fire to help you escape. You had been kidnapped, attacked, threatened, insulted, yelled at - all for a man that wasn’t even there.
Frustrated, you punched against the wall next to you.
Kriff, that hurt.
You wanted to go home, back on Trask to crawl into your bed and sleep. You wanted to take a long hot bath, get some fresh clothes and then lament about the whole experience to Luna while stealing some of the good spotchka from the cantina. You wanted to have a good cooked meal with some time to enjoy it and be alone for a while. You wanted to forget that boy Boba who talked about hurting people as if it’s nothing. Or Bossk who stared down at you like you were nothing. Or Aurra who’s piercing stare made you feel looked at like a little insect under a magnifying glass.
But instead you had become the perceived key for all of them to a man who obviously was gone - yet everybody was out there to remind you of him.
Cad Bane, if I ever cross your path again, I’m gonna slap you for this.
You allowed yourself a few more luxurious moments of wailing and self-pity. As the tears washed away a little bit of that burden resting on your shoulders, you hugged your bruised knees closer to your body and started thinking about what to do now.
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Cad Bane would have starred at the lil’ loth cat lady doing arson with raised eyebrows if he had any body hair. Watching her splashing and pouring the spotchka generously into the doorway and then torching up the place took guts. And it had been an effective way to stop anyone following her, maybe even killing a few of her pursuers.
He felt himself nodding silently in appreciation for her displayed work. Maybe the lil’ loth cat had it under control, finding her path through the galaxy and doing what needed to be done to ensure her safety without his help. She clearly did not need anyone as far as Bane was concerned. He had seen professionals doing worse. Maybe it was time to leave; do some work, whore around and get drunk to forget her.
He was about to leave as he watched Bossk finally shoot through the reinforced transpari steel window and stumble out of the burning cantina. Right after him was Aurra, a bunch of people Bane did not recognize, and the person in Jango Fett’s armor. All of them coughed, wretched or collapsed into the street.
“Where issss she?” Bane heard Bossk yell between coughs. “Where did ssssshe go? Can’t sssseel a kriffing thing due to the sssmoke.”
Aurra coughed violently and shook her head.
“Boba!” The huge trandoshan managed to call between coughs before getting up to his full size and grabbing the person in Jango’s armor.
“Who issss that woman, Boba?” The trandoshan growled, squinting his eyes. “Tell me now or I sssswear you will die here on the ssssspot.”
Boba, the person wearing the armor, stayed silent. Bane had to give the stranger some credit for not whimpering and breaking instantly under Bossk’s angry gaze.
The trandoshan sighed, ripped off the helmet and pushed Boba against the next wall.
“Ssspeak!”
Bane felt like something was off with gravity. The revealed face under Jango’s helmet was Jango. Younger maybe. But it was identical.
Anger, rage and regret roared up their ugly heads inside of him, clawing from his mind at his sanity. This was impossible.
It can’t be Jango.
“Okay, okay. I’ll talk” said the boy with Jango’s face and voice. Bane flinched at the sound.
“The woman is connected to Bane. Maybe his lover or girlfriend. Not sure what exactly but worth a try to draw him out this way. That's why I brought her here.” The boy coughed. “By causing enough ruckus he would hear about her being in danger and show up. Let me go and I’ll find her.”
Bane felt gravity shift a second time. He was the reason she was in danger. Instead of ensuring her safety he was the reason his lil’ loth cat was in danger. And from none other than his closest colleagues and competitors Aurra and Bossk.
And whoever that miniature-Jango over there was.
But why? Why this interest in finding him? Bounty hunter came and went. And he just had taken a bit of time off.
Something wasn’t adding up.
Bane closed his eyes, listened to Aurra, Bossk and Boba coughing their lungs out in the hopes of gathering more intel only to hear nothing except more painful and dry gasps.
Impatiently Bane drummed with his finger against the brim of his hat.
He had to find her first, he was sure of that.
Just to make sure she was safe, nothing more of course.
And he had to apologize for causing her all of this.
This mess with the Hutts, the wrong Jango, Aurra and Bossk had to wait.
He needed to track her first.
His mind calmed as Bane slipped into his predatory hunting state of mind, thinking of nothing but her, remembering her warm human skin, her hair, her proud gaze and most and foremost - her smell.
Bane stalked through the streets of Nar Shaddaa tracking the lady. It was rare for him to tap into his duros predatoriness this much. He liked using his mind more instead of relying on purely his tracking instincts. And in a world full with spaceships and racers they rarely were useful anyway. But now, he needed the sharpness of his senses focused to find her despite the many distracting smells around him, the smoke from the arson, or her attempts to loosen any pursuers.
He crouched down.
She had touched the ground here, maybe stumbled and rolled over the floor before getting up again to run.
Bane made a face at the thought of her hurting herself and lifted his hat. He needed to get close to get her scent. Pushing all the thoughts away thinking about how odd it was and how rarely he did this, he licked. A few molecules of her scent danced on his tongue and he closed his eyes to concentrate on it. It was a sweet smell, making him remember more pleasurable things than crouching in the dirt. It was a smell that made him want to bite.
He got up and put his hat back on to calm himself. The excitement of the hunt was dangerously close to overcoming him.
She wasn’t his prey.
She…
Bane started moving to follow her, driven by the will to find her. Her smell was a beacon in the dark. He chased her while passing people that quickly gave way. He must look ferocious with his eyes gleaming and his bared teeth. She had gone far away, running deeper and deeper into the maze-like structure of Nar Shaddaa but Bane stalked her with a steady pace, sometimes close enough to hear her steps running and running and running away from him. Sometimes she was nearly gone. Bane growled and listened for her, his sharp senses ignoring everything but the target, no not target she was not-
Her heartbeat was close by, on the other side of a chasm between walkways. He jumped after her without much consideration for himself.
He picked her scent again, her smell being close by.
She had touched the wall to catch herself, the humidity and heat still visible on the permacrete for his sharpened eyes. Bane put his own long hand next to her’s on the wall to ground himself.
She was so small, so human.
More of her smell made it onto his tongue as he licked the wall in instinct for more of her.
She was close and her smell was…
He started running.
Something was hurting her. The agony a bitter taste in his mouth, making his teeth grind painfully and drawing blood from biting into his lips in a sorry attempt for control.
He jumped down a few more stairs, leaning into his instincts to track her and protect her from any possible attackers, before rushing down a longer secluded corridor and scanning for attackers or a sign of her.
He growled, pacing around and looking for his loth cat lady. Her scent was so strong she must have been here.
“Bane?”
Something moved in the corner of his eyes between some pipes so he jumped with bared teeth and his hands up for attack, slamming into whoever it was.
The smell of her hit him like a wall, her heartbeat fast like of a little animal, little fearful sounds escaped her as she struggled against his iron grip and his teeth -
He stumbled back while letting go of her.
She was there in front of him. Starring in surprise with teary eyes and her hand raised on her shoulder where he had bit her.
He felt his mouth go dry at the sight of the wound.
“I am sorry. I-”, he started while raising his hands in a soothing gesture.
“Bane?!” She yelled with a voice dancing between anger, pain and the incoming shock. “ Did you just kriffing bite me?!”
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You know what I've been thinking about?
Putting on the reddest lipstick shade you got, and giving Boba the biggest SMOOCH on the cheek, leaving your kiss mark on his face for the rest of the day.
And no one will ever know, because he's wearing his helmet 😊🥰🥰
A little secret between him and his beloved. And maybe Fennec because the woman sees everything, she can tell when those two hooligans are being flirty with each other.
Oh. My. Gosh. YES!
Oh I 10000% see this happening. You’d kiss him and he wouldn’t have the heart to wipe it off. And of course you’d be an incessant flirt the whole day, even when he’s trying to do business.
Fennec would ABSOLUTELY know and would be rolling her eyes, trying to coax her lovesick boss into doing his job. Ohhhh boyyyeee but he ONLY wants to do you.
It would only get worse through the day, you teasing him, Boba trying to focus, but he can’t, ohhh he can’t. Not when you’re flirting every kriffing second. You know he’ll snap eventually, and goodness is it fun to try his patience - something only you’d ever be able to get away with. You know anyone else doing the same would be risking their life, and oh does it give you a thrill.
But you’d better bet that later, when the day is over and Boba can lay his duties aside, he will make you pay for every little flirt, every glance, every tease (because you know he tallied every single one in a mental list) until you’re a writhing, puddle of a mess screaming his name.
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Twenty Two
Pairing: Kenobi!oc x Din Djarin
Summary: Satine and Obi-wan’s daughter fought in the war against the Empire and lost her faith when she lost Mandalore. Until she found him. A lone Mandalorian searching for a Jedi.
Warnings: lil smut, fluff, parent things, not much warnings but she meets Ahsoka and it gets angsty, next few chapters will be intense
Word Count: 7.5k
A/N: next chapter is boba time and so so so sorry its been so long
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Din's hand is in mine as we fly back to Chandrila and I'm heavy with contemplation at what comes next. We have Moff Gideon to deal with, but I need to find someone who can help me in keeping him safe, who knows more than I do, and Yoda was hardly a help.
I need to find Ahsoka, in truth I don't know how Bo-Katan has managed to keep tabs on her but she has enough to know where she is. All those years through the rebellion we never met, it was as if she'd all but disappeared and has now emerged again. I'd known others, having briefly met Kanan and Ezra when Leia and I undertook a mission on Lothal and through Hera and Sabine I'd learned of their connection with her but in the chaos of war I'd never been able to find her, almost as if she never wanted to be found.
It frustrates me in those early years before the Death Star I couldn't have done more on the front lines like she did, but for the sake of Mandalore I had to operate with the same discretion as Leia had, and when it came to working with the few remaining Jedi I knew of... I couldn't give the Empire any further reasons to suspect me of being one either.
"You alright?" Din asks, noticing my quietness.
"Just thinking," I tell him. "We have Moff Gideon to deal with and I want the child to be safe and I need to know how we can train him to give him the best chance possible." In the back of my mind I debate leaving him with Luke when our journey inevitably takes us back into the moff's path, Luke has become a great Jedi but neither of us are prepared to train an individual like Grogu alone, or even Ben yet for that matter. Which is why I need someone who knew Anakin Skywalker, someone who knew an individual as powerful as they have the potential to be. "We'll get the kid and go to Ahsoka first."
He nods, trusting me. "Alright."
He heard me when I told Yoda in no uncertain words that I would marry him, he hasn't acknowledged them but I've felt something change in him since, as if he's suddenly at ease.
"It will buy us enough time for me to check with my contacts," I tell him. "Find out where Moff Gideon is and the type of strength he's got. From what we saw on Tatooine this isn't something we can handle alone which means we need to get the advantage over him in knowing what we're facing and having plans in place."
"Yes general," he says and squeezes my hand, easing me now as he tilts his helmet towards me. "Whatever the plan is, I'm behind you."
"I know," I say with a smile but say the words that have been playing on my mind. "I have officially ceded Mandalore and myself from the New Republic, of course since it was destroyed it was never officially made part of it but by association it's survivors were, the same as Alderaan. Now that politically and diplomatically all Mandalorians are under my authority not the Republics it gives us some diplomatic immunity to do whatever we need to do to kill Gideon without breaking the Galactic Concordance."
He nods along and asks "If you don't have access to the Republic's military we'll have to look to other Mandalorians for help."
Those words certainly do not comfort me and I tell him "Let's just make sure Grogu is safe and then we'll deal with Gideon." He nods again and I continue. "That also means as long as you don't break the Republic's laws I can protect you."
"So if I killed someone-"
"The Republic can still arrest you," I tell him, knowing that would be pushing it. "It means I can handle your ship being a million years old and illegal but not breaking into Republic prisons."
"That was one time," he says but pauses before adding. "I think."
"Mmm," I say and ask "Any other crimes I should know about just in case?"
"None the Republic know about," he answers but goes silent before adding "I used to be a different person. I did bad things, I ran with some bad people, I wish I could say I didn't do some of those things willingly but I did, I- " he hesitates "Alzoc III, that was when it all changed."
"Alzoc III," I repeat, having some idea of the things that happened on that planet during the war but don't let anything cross my face. "What side were you hired to fight on?"
"The wrong one," he answers and I give a stiff nod, having expected it. "I left a member of the crew behind, he got locked up and the crew hired me again some months ago to get him out. His sister was crazy and..." he trails off and shakes his head in a way I recognise far too well. "I was a different man and made some regrettable decisions-"
He doesn't need to elaborate for me to get it and so I ask "Which was the regrettable decision, fucking her or how you left her?"
"Both," he sighs while I could almost laugh, glad I'm not the only one with romantic regrets and from the pure revulsion I feel from him I know there is no need for any jealousy. "They betrayed me on the mission to rescue him so I left them there for the Republic to deal with."
"Look at that, you are the good guy," I say, able to sense his guilt and tease to lighten his own tension. "And it's good to know I'm not the only one with a messed up ex lover."
"Oh you aren't," he assures me but he's anxious as he tells me "And you aren't the only one with a past-"
"And we'll face both of ours together," I promise him and squeeze his hand. "Your past doesn't scare me Din."
"And neither does yours," he quickly says. "But you're a good person, you're a hero, I've never been a hero."
"I love you Din Djarin," I tell him, knowing he is a hero. "I knew when I met you what you are, but I also knew that very same moment that you're a good man, a good man who's done bad things but regardless of his past chooses to be good to save others. That ner cyare, is a hero."
I feel him draw a breath at those words and he takes my face in his hands "And I love you because you make me believe it." It's as I lean in to press a kiss to his helmet his voice breaks. "I love you so much."
I'm wearing a lovestruck smile as I touch my forehead to his "And to think, if you hadn't shown up on Tatooine..." he tugs me by the waist from my chair into his lap as we enter the atmosphere of Chandrila and I remind him "We can also get arrested for having sex in my cockpit in view of the horrified inhabitants of the city."
He chuckles "It would be worth it."
And that is certainly one unexpected benefit to this new relationship of ours, the incredible mind altering sex that's already left my body sore in the sweetest way and I hold him tight in my arms, that being the one thing better than the sex. Being able to hold him and be held by a man who truly loves me, one I trust completely.
The city comes into view and I climb off his lap to fly us to my apartment, thankfully fitted with its own helepad and when we enter we find Luke training Grogu, or rather trying and failing to get the child to focus during meditation. A lost cause.
The child's eyes immediately spring open and he waddles over to us.
"We're home," I smile at the Child. "We're home Grogu."
His eyes widen at the sound of his name and he makes a surprised exclamation and much to my own surprise he leaps from the floor into my arms and I catch him, exclaiming "Look who's learned to jump!" He makes a happy sound and I smile over at Din, for just a moment wonder what it could be like to hold another child in my arms. One I grew in my own stomach to be a sibling for Grogu.
But first it is past time we saw Ahsoka, one of the last survivors of the Jedi and then we'll have a war to fight I suspect, and I need to be in fighting shape when we have Moff Gideon to kill.
For a moment I remember back to all the lengths my parents took to hide me from the Empire, training me to fight while still letting me be a child, and I know I'll be reliving that history with Grogu.
"Cyare," I say, passing Grogu to Din while Luke watches with a close lipped smile. "Take him while I talk jedi business."
He nods and happily takes Grogu away, chiming his name in awe and Luke asks me "So, you learned his name?"
"We learned his name," I tell him and then the more scandalous news. "He is Yoda's kid."
"What!" he exclaims. "How?"
"Procreation permitted for survival of species," I say and watch the disturbed look that comes to his face. "I don't want that image either but he is Yoda's."
He feels the utter rage I still harbour and gathers "So you spoke with Yoda?" I give a stiff nod. "What did you say."
"Many things," I sigh. "Grogu was his child and despite all those years on Dagobah Yoda never once searched for him." Luke grimaces. "You can imagine that I let him have it."
"Oh I can imagine," he says and asks "So now you'll seek out Ahsoka?"
All we know of her comes from those who knew her, stories Bo-Katan told me as a teenager after she encountered her again during the early days of the rebellion by chance and the very little my father could bring himself to say when he discovered through Bo that she was still alive. Although through the survivors of Spectre Cell I did learn more, namely Hera and Sabine who I worked closely with during the war and in the aftermath.
I nod again, lost for what steps to take next, with Mandalore, with the Empire, but this one is clear. "We won't be safe until Gideon's dead and gone and Grogu needs all the help he can get."
"Find her," he says and hesitates for a moment before asking me "When you do, tell her I would like to meet her. To know someone who knew my father before he was Vader."
I nod and promise him "I can do that."
"Thank you," he says thickly and I know despite all his preaching about the code this is one attachment he still struggles with, his father.
And yet nowhere near as much as Leia.
"It would do Leia good as well," I say and he's hesitant at the thought of approaching the subject of their father with her. "It's my understanding Ahsoka was the closest thing to a daughter either of our fathers had before we came along, I think all of us could benefit from speaking to her."
He nods and agrees "So do I."
We give each other a smile and hear Din in Grogu's room talking to him.
"We know your name now kid," I hear Din telling him. "Grogu huh? I like that."
Luke sees me listening with adoration filled eyes and tells me "You've picked a good one this time."
"Yes," I agree proudly. "I really have."
"Everyone loves him," he tells me and I realised they must have had a meeting after dinner to ensure me bringing a bounty hunter home isn't a stroke of madness. "He's different that's for sure."
"He is," I say and tell Luke "I love him more than I ever loved Boba, I trust him completely."
"But are you coping with the fact Boba Fett's still out there?" he asks me, wanting to make sure I won't go on another mad hunt for him.
"I am," I tell him, surprised by that fact. "I have Din and Grogu, everything else feels so small in comparison. My past, all of it. All I care about now is keeping them safe."
"And what then?" It takes me a moment to realise what he's referring to. "Mandalore?"
"I got up on that stage in front of those holocameras and declared myself Duchess of Mandalore," I say heavily. "There may not be a Mandalore left but there are Mandalorians. I can't call myself Duchess, I can't call myself what my mother did, if I don't fight just as hard for them."
My fathers legacy is one I easily took up, is one I easily returned to, but my mothers... that is the one that is the hardest to face.
"I know you will," he promises me, having seen me through the purge. "You fought harder than anyone else ever could have, just because you lost Mandalore doesn't mean it can't be reclaimed."
I nod slowly in contemplation and tell him "Thank you."
It's then Din comes out with the kid and asks Luke "Did you teach him to jump like that?"
Luke's almost amused as he answers "I did."
Din looks at the kid as he leaps into my arms, a proud father. "Good job Grogu!"
The kid smiles and Luke and I both share a look, easily forgetting how something so normal to us fills people like Din with such awe.
"You ready to head to Corvus?" I ask him ready to keep moving, ready to finally meet Ahsoka Tano.
~
After a quick detour to Tatooine to pick up the Razor Crest before the Jawa's decide to take it apart we are on our way to Corvus.
I sit back and observe as Din dotes on Grogu, a true father, and for once I'm the one to make us food while he's distracted. Almost glad for some domestic life to drown out all the blazing uncertainty of what comes after this.
"Come on," I say lifting Grogu up after he's eaten and Din comes down below deck with me to put the kid to bed despite wanting to stay up. "No, you need to sleep."
Grogu protests I put him in his spot in the sleeping compartment while Din stands back with his arms crossed over his chest "Huh?"
"What is it?" I ask as he tilts his head inside the compartment.
"I'll have to make some adjustments," he says and looks around the ship. "I can convert one of the storage holds into a space for the kid and widen the sleeping compartment to set up a bigger cot for the both of us."
His thoughtfulness warms me deeply enough I almost become emotional. "I'd like that."
"Do you know who does Solo's renovations on the Falcon?" he asks me and I raise my eyebrows in surprise as he tells me "He said he renovated part of it into a kitchenette for his wife, not that she was too happy with that."
I laugh at that, remembering Han's poorly thought out marriage present for Leia, a kitchenette on board the Falcon. Well intended, but not quite fully thought out considering how Leia took it. "No she was not, but it's sweet the two of you are fast friends."
"I wouldn't say that-"
"Din, sweetheart," I chuckle. "I am happy you get along so well with my family and you and Han do have lots in common."
He's confused. "How so?"
"Well, you're two people who had less than legitimate careers, flying around in antique ships until you happened across two force sensitive princesses and now have force sensitive kids," I tell him, knowing Leia and I have indeed found it quite amusing. "And I'd say it would be Peli on Tatooine although she may have questions since the last time she saw us we were pulling guns on each other and now we're asking her to widen the sleeping compartment."
"Well," he says holding me by the waist. "I want to make this feel like home for you."
I smile up at him and wrap my arms around him as I promise him "You feel like home."
He tugs me in closer, helmet tilting down as he says "Maybe we should have left the kid in the cockpit considering the cots the only place dark enough I can kiss you."
I raise an eyebrow. "There's other ways."
He takes my hand and pulls me back up into the cockpit where it's harder for the kid to escape his bed and walk in on us, we don't want to traumatise the kid more than he already is. When we reach the cockpit he sits down against the wall of it and pulls me into his lap, my fingertips running over the beskar of his chestplate as he brushes the hair back from my face. We've had each other enough times by now there should be no nervousness, but this isn't sex. This is something far more intimate than sex could ever be when he lays himself out so vulnerably, the ultimate expression of his trust in me.
I hear the breath he releases as I kiss the inside of his wrist, lips lingering over his pounding pulse and he breathes "Close your eyes." But it's not his helmet he moves for, it's the fabric belt holding my tunic together and I smile as I realise what he's doing. Gently I feel the fabric come to cover my eyes and he asks "Is this alright?"
"Yes," I smile for him, so he can see it, feel it, and he ties the belt at the back of my head leaving me in darkness, leaving me free of one sense to feel others so much more intensely. "Now can I kiss you?"
I hear the thud of his helmet on the ground and the next moment his lips are on mine. Gentle, unsure, still getting used to the sensation. I take his face in my hands and hear the sharp breath he draws at the touch, feel the stumble beneath my fingers and kiss him slowly, wanting to love him how he's never been loved.
"Are you alright?" I ask him gently and I feel his breath as he huffs a short but uneasy laugh.
"Very."
Sex is easy, sex is about pleasure, but this- this is trust in its purest form, bending his code as far as he'll allow himself all so he can give himself to me in the most intimate way he can.
"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum," I tell him, I love you, I will know you forever. "Ner karta"
He kisses me before repeating the words back to me "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."
And even now I can feel his lips I bring his forehead to mine, finding a peace in him I've never known before.
~
By the time Corvus comes into view I've been in his arms for hours, soaking in the pure bliss of him, but the moment we land it is pure business as we quickly realise something is not right on this planet.
We walk through the dead forest, saturated with darkness, until we reach the walls of a city.
I keep my head down with a veil wrapped around it, knowing my face would be recognised by whatever clearly ex-imperial operation they have here. From the pain I feel inside those city walls it is no wonder Ahsoka is here.
A guard atop the wall greets us "State your business."
"We've been tracking for a few days," Din says, finding it safer to let him talk and to keep silent, inconspicious. "Looking for a layover."
"Nice armour," the man says. "You a hunter then?"
Din nods. "That's right."
"Guild?"
"Last I checked."
The corner of my lip turns up.
"And her?"
"My wife," Din says with a hand on my back and I keep my head down, smiling to myself beneath the veil at just how much I like how those words sound.
It must be good enough for them. "Open the gate."
We walk in trying not to attract attention, but that's hard with Din, the big silver Mandalorian in a place as grim as this. There's armed men with rifles on the rooftops, which says enough about the sort of place we've stepped into.
"Be careful," I warn Din, able to feel a true darkness here, and take the bag with the child in from him to hold him close incase he finds himself needing quick access to his blaster.
He gives a silent nod and I walk beside him as he discreetly tries to question the townspeople with little avail until a man finally tells us. "Please, do not speak to them, or to any of us."
I raise a hand to quiet Din but it's too late as two armed guards stand behind us.
"The Magistrate wants to see you."
Din looks to me and I give a nod to keep walking, and as we're taken to the magistrate we pass people strapped to shock poles. Something tells me Din and I won't be leaving this settlement without a fight.
We're taken inside to the magistrate, a peaceful looking woman draped in robes with grey streaking her hair, but the energy I feel from her is anything but peaceful. My head tilts slightly as I find familiarity in her face, unable to put a name to it but knowing very well she is Imperial.
It's a strange thing, looking at a person you know will die very soon, likely by your own hand, but it is a feeling I have become quite accustomed to.
She instructs us to come forward and so we do.
"You're a Mandalorian?"
"Yes."
"And who are you?" she asks me and I feel a sharp protectiveness from Din.
I keep my head down, playing the obediently quiet woman. "His wife."
"That was not what I asked," she says and asks me one more time. "Who are you?"
"Tala, a native of Tatooine," I tell her, not elaborating and she doesn't ask further but still keeps an eye on me and I on her, indeed finding her face familiar. Although I am unable to place it, everything about her and this town indeed confirms to me this is an Imperial operation run by another officer scraping the bottom of the barrel for some control over another unfortunate population.
"I have a proposition that may interest you, Mandalorian."
"My price is high," Din replies, wanting to get straight to finding Ahsoka as much as I do, wondering if coming to this town was a mistake.
"This target is priceless," she says, piquing our interest. "A Jedi plagues me."
Perhaps not a mistake after all.
"That's a difficult task," Din says.
"But one my husband will do for the right price," I intervene, wanting to know where Ahsoka is.
"The Jedi are the ancient enemy of Mandalore," she says and I can feel Din's eyes on me. "But you would know this."
An Imperial who knows more of the Jedi than most.
"Like I said, my price is high."
And so she brings forward a spear, one I immediately realise is pure Beskar.
"What do you make of this?"
Din steps forward to examine it, coming to the same conclusion as I do.
"Kill the Jedi, and it is yours," she promises, reeking of the Empire and I know I'll enjoy killing her.
"Where do I find this Jedi?" Din asks upon returning it to her.
~
We walk back through the town, silent as we are escorted out while I'm formulating plans for liberating the town and killing the Imperials. But first we must find Ahsoka.
But just as we pass through the walls the man escorting us says to Din "You should leave your woman here. We'll take good care of her."
Again I feel that sharp protectiveness but something far more primal than before as he roughly reaches for my waist so he doesn't reach for a blaster and it takes him a moment to calm himself enough before saying "She comes with me."
But the men exchange a glance before trying their luck "Are you-"
I immediately take Din's hand before he can reach a weapon and he leaves no room for argument as he repeats "She comes with me." The men certainly do not try to argue, it's not until we are out of ear shot he finally speaks "When can I kill them?"
"Soon," I promise him. "You get to kill them and I get to kill the magistrate."
He nods and asks me "Imperials?"
"Yes," I answer. "We aren't leaving until the town is liberated."
"Wasn't planning on it," he assures me as we venture deeper into the wasteland of a forest and I remove my veil and put it into the bag holding Grogu before passing him back to Din as I feel a presence. "What is it?"
And it's only a moment later when a blur jumps down upon us and my saber meets hers. The sight of another Jedi is enough to throw her off her attack and I look into the shocked eyes of Ahsoka Tano.
"Ahsoka, my name is Kyra," I tell her, but she still does not trust me. "Kyra Kenobi."
She lowers her sabers, eyeing me in disbelief. "Kenobi?" There's a sadness in her eye as she says "You're Obi-Wan's daughter." She withdraws her sabers and takes me in with a sadness before remarking "You take after him." She looks past me to Grogu and sighs in realisation. "Bo-Katan told you where I was, didn't she?"
Bo-Katan was the one who found Ahsoka during the rebellion, who told my father of her survival before Bail ever dared tell him that Ahsoka worked for the rebellion. I know my father looked for her but he was never able to find her before he was killed. There was always a sadness in his eye at the mention of her, he told me she was the padawan of Anakin Skywalker and the rest I pieced together after the war.
"My father looked for you before the war," I tell her and she blinks at me in surprise, and almost pain. "I don't know how Bo-Katan found you but I know who you are and I need your help. This child needs your help."
"You know who I was," she corrects and steps past me towards Din, looking at Grogu in his arms and back to me. "I heard about all you did during the war from mutual friends of ours, how you fought for Mandalore as a Mandalorian, I'd assumed you'd given up the Jedi way."
"My father did, and so did I for a long time," I confess to her. "But this child has come into my care and he needs me because the Empire- or what's left of them- they won't give up looking for him." She's hesitant and I continue "I know you fought the Inquisitors and Empire before the war broke out, and I know you and my father meant something to each other before the Empire took over so I am asking you to please help me. If not for him, or even for Bo-Katan, then because it is your duty to help this child."
"Your father was a second master to me," she tells me and quietly says "At the end we fought because of a decision the council had made, but he was better than the rest of them, and I am sorry for how he died. Bo-Katan, she told me he was killed by Vader."
"I saw it," I tell her, the wound after all these years still wide open. "I loved him more than anything and he died saving us, Anakin's children and I. He spent my entire life trying to right his wrongs, to take care of Anakin's children and myself." Her eyes sadden before they widen. "His children are good Ahsoka, they are everything he could have been."
"Children?" she asks and I still. "There is more than one?"
"Luke and Leia," I tell her and watch something in her eyes change at Leia's name. "Princess Leia Organa."
"Bail's daughter," she sighs in realisation. "I should have known." But it's then a horror dawns on her "Alderaan-"
"Vader tortured her and then made her watch," I say and she shuts her eyes in pain. "Her own father tortured her and destroyed everything she ever knew and loved. Luke may have forgiven him, but not Leia."
"Anakin," I hear her whisper, shaking her head and she laments. "I should have come searching for them, but I- I knew it would only put them in danger. It wasn't until I heard that Luke Skywalker blew up the death star I realised the truth. I was at their mothers funeral ... she still looked pregnant but it seems that was on purpose." Sadly she looks at me and says "Your mother was there as well, I felt she was pregnant but I could never have imagined Obi-Wan was the father. He always obeyed the code, but it seems even he wasn't perfect."
"He didn't know until after I was born my mother was pregnant," I say quietly. "He'd gone into hiding after Order 66. He took Luke to Anakin's step family on Tatooine and Leia... well Bail Organa adopted her. I'd known her and loved her as a sister since we were ten years old, we became family after our parents died, and yet I never knew the truth until the end of the war."
"Well," she says, finding a light in this. "I know your fathers and nothing would have made them happier to know that you're family."
"Leia has a son, named Ben after my father." I see something in her eyes, a remorse, guilt almost, that she was not there for it and look at Grogu in Din's arms. "Ahsoka we really need your help, and so do Luke and Leia. The Empire will stop at nothing to get their hands on my padawan, my foundling, and I just know they'll come for Ben as well."
She nods slowly and tells me "I'll see what I can do."
~
Din and I sit watching her as she gets into Grogu's head, convening with him in a way I haven't been able to. I'm watching with an understanding of what is happening, but Din is just confused.
He leans over to me and whispers "What is she doing?"
I hush him. "Be patient."
Finally she brings him back over to us, both of us noticing how Grogu seems to be speaking with her and realise how much may still be lacking in my own training.
"Do you understand him?" I ask her, able to connect with him on some level but it's been so long since I've been as deeply connected with the force as she is.
"In a way," she replies. "Grogu and I can feel each other's thoughts."
"We went to the temple on Coruscant, searching through the database for him and found he was Yoda's," I say and she seems scandalised, a little disturbed as well, but then surprised.
"You met Yoda, I thought he died during Order 66?"
"Luke and I went searching for him on my fathers advice," I tell her and smile at the memory. "As soon as he heard the names Kenobi and Skywalker he started swatting us off like insects with a stick."
The thought of that makes her laugh. "He would. Your father, Anakin and I, we were quite the disaster lineage. Anakin was my master but in a way he was more like a big brother, your father was the responsible one but even he wasn't immune to causing a little chaos."
"That does sound like him," I smile fondly. "He raised me first as his daughter, and second as a Jedi, mostly for my own protection. So when I learned Yoda just abandoned Grogu well- as it would seem Yoda's force ghost is still quite alive and it wasn't pretty for him."
"I don't doubt that," she tells me, understanding me in a way that's uncomfortable. "You have your mother's passion for justice, and your aunt's anger, but your father's strife of being left with a padawan who is unique and hunted in so many ways. He was left to raise a child with exceptional strength in the force, and it seems that legacy carries onto you now. Can he still wield the force?"
"Yes," I answer, looking at him. "When we try to get him to do it on command he's just like a child who wants to play, but the moment he or us are in danger his command of the force is unlike anything I've ever seen. It seems to come out most when he is afraid."
She nods. "That would make sense. He has had to survive for a long time, and hiding his abilities would have been a great part of that as you would know."
Din finally speaks. "I was tasked to bring him to a Jedi, and I found Kyra. Since then we've been running from Moff Gideon, trying to find someone who knows more about how to help him than we do. He needs your help."
Ahsoka's face is heavy as she contemplates this, before finally deciding. "Let him sleep, I'll test him in the morning."
~
Come morning I stand with Ahsoka, Din sits nearby listening, not having gotten much sleep. Stressing about Grogu being assessed despite reassuring him he'll be fine.
"So, you trained Anakin's children?" Ahsoka inquires.
"I trained Luke after my father was killed, I was just nineteen. Half the time I had no idea what I was doing, let alone if I was doing it right but somehow I didn't mess up as badly as I thought I would," I tell her and somehow I know as she looks upon me she sees my father and I wonder if he once said similar words about Anakain. "After the war I trained Leia, she was a better student than Luke much to his surprise. I suppose that while Luke was gentle she had a real fire in her, she had from the day I met her but she elected to go into politics."
"Just like her mother," she remembers, we have learned who Padmé Amidala was but know little of her. "They'd be so proud of them both." I smile to myself as she takes Grogu. "Let's see what knowledge is lurking inside that little mind."
Din's been letting me handle everything without having much to say, but I can feel that he's nervous as he comes to stand by my side.
"It's fine cyare," I promise him, squeezing his hand as Ahsoka walks away with Grogu and sets him down. "There's no need to worry."
We watch as Ahsoka floats a rock to Grogu and he happily catches it. "Now return the stone to me Grogu."
"He doesn't understand," Din says, still fretting.
"He does," Ahsoka and I both say and I tell Grogu. "It's okay, you can give her the stone, it's safe. Just like what you were doing with Uncle Luke."
He still whines a little and drops the stone, Din sighs like a dad watching his child being assessed at school and I give him a look to stop freaking out since it's only putting pressure on the kid.
Ahsoka tells Din "He's hidden his abilities to survive over the years as Kyra has, it will take some time for him to feel safe using them." She looks back at Grogu. "Let's try something else, come over here."
Din nods for Grogu to go but he doesn't move. "He's stubborn."
"Not him," Ahsoka says to Din. "You. I want to see if he'll listen to you."
I nod to Din to do what she says and he agrees but not without comment. "That would be a first."
"I like firsts," Ahsoka remarks. "Good or bad they're always memorable."
I watch in amusement as Din tries to get Grogu to take the stone and gets frustrated when he doesn't, throwing the stone aside. "See, I told you he was stubborn."
"Give him the ball," I tell Din, looking at his pocket. "You know how much he loves that ball."
Din sighs and pulls it out, holding it between his fingers. "Alright kid, one more time, take the ball. Come on, you can have it."
I'm smiling as Grogu uses the force to take the ball and Din erupts in celebration. "Good job! Good job kid!" Din walks over to Grogu, bending down in front of him. "That's right, I knew you could do it. Very good."
"He's formed a strong attachment to you," Ahsoka notes, although the emotions with that are hard to read. "To both of you. He sees you as his parents."
"We are," I say proudly. "I was raised by a Jedi and a Mandalorian. I don't see any reason why he can't be as well."
"Remember Kyra, you are the exception, not the rule," she warns and my body stiffens, having not been reprimanded for such a thing since Yoda. "I know better than anyone what attachment can do to a Jedi."
My voice is harsh. "Not anyone. I would know having been the victim of it too many times," I tell her and she feels it, the sharp pain those memories of loss and torture bring but I stand my ground. "But that is only when you let that attachment turn to fear, possession, anger. My parents loved me dearly, and I loved them. Yes losing them drove me half mad but not to the darkness, my father raised me better than that."
"He raised Anakin better than that as well," Ahsoka reminds me and I become defensive. "But look what love did to him. You have fought many battles but you are still young, do not think yourself and the child immune to it."
"Yes, love can be a cruel thing," I say knowing it well. "The closest I ever danced with the dark side was because of love and I left him for dead." I can't look at Din but Ahsoka can feel it, the anger of my mothers side buried within me. "But that was many years ago, I know where I stand with the force, the darkness does not tempt me and we will raise Grogu how my father and mother raised me."
"Then I wish you well," she decides, knowing this is a battle she cannot win. "But I cannot help you if this is the path you wish to take."
"What?" Din exclaims. "Why not?"
Ahsoka looks at me. "She knows why."
And so I speak up and remind him. "It is common Jedi belief that attachment is forbidden, any sort of love, familial, platonic or otherwise." There's a bite in my voice as I remember what Bo-Katan told me, the reason I came to Ahsoka. "But considering you turned your back on the Jedi Order I thought you would know better than that."
"And this is what I mean," she says approaching me. "There is anger in you, and fear in Grogu. And that fear can lead to-"
"Lead to what?" I ask her, that anger certainly surfacing. "He's a child, what can he do? There are no Sith for him to join, there's no Palpatine, just bad men who want to harvest his midichlorians for some sick experiment!" Din starts to step between us but I swat him away. "I came here because I thought you would know that the code isn't always right."
She crosses her arms over her chest "I do know that."
"I thought you would help us while leaving me to raise him and train him because I've trained both children of Anakin Skywalker, the two people who had every reason to turn to the darkside, and they turned out great!" My next words are crueller than I intend. "You didn't, you never even came looking for any of us once so don't lecture me on the darkside when I am trying to protect Grogu and Leia's son from it and you are just sitting here hiding like all the rest!"
She just nods, not wanting to fight with me and turns her back on us, walking away. "This was a mistake, you should leave and I should get back to the village."
I'm willing to let her but it's Din who calls out "The magistrate sent me to kill you." She stills and looks back at us. "I didn't agree to anything, and I'll help you with your problem if you just help us protect Grogu."
I avert my gaze, leaving this mess to Din and she agrees while I take Grogu and walk away, hearing Din giving her the briefing on the situation but I keep going until I can no longer hear them and hold Grogu in my arms.
"I won't fail you," I promise him. "Not like all the others did. My father, he taught me better than that."
I look at him, unable to believe this child could ever become what Vader did and kiss his little head as I hold him close, standing there like that until Din finds me.
"Are you ready to kill the magistrate?"
I give a single nod and ask "What's the plan?"
~
And so I play the bait, running in supposed fear to the city, putting on my best act.
"The Jedi! The Jedi's here!"
They let me in, sobbing with fake tears.
"Where is the Jedi!"
"Out there!" I gasp out and beg "Please let me see the magistrate, my husband- he's dead!"
They guide me through the town, bringing me straight to the magistrate while Ahsoka and Din wait to attack inside the city walls.
"Magistrate, the Mandalorian's wife."
They bring me in and leave me with her, just a few guards with us and I know this will be easy.
"Did she kill your husband?" she asks, feigning empathy.
"She told me something," I begin, my veil covering my face. "That you worked with the Empire to destroy and pillage worlds."
She stiffens. "Did she now?"
"My own world, was destroyed and pillaged by the Empire for its beskar." I pull back my veil and show my face to her. "Funny that you have the spoils of Mandalore's destruction right there in your hand, and a Jedi standing right in front of you."
She holds the spear tight, knowing who I am. "Kyra Kryze."
I ignite my saber and ask her "Tell me, do you still work with Moff Gideon?" She doesn't answer and I just laugh. "Oh it is funny, because while he's been trying to hunt us down here we are, and it only seems fair I leave him a little message."
Now she seems amused. "You're going to kill me?" It's then we hear the shooting start in the city and her eyes widen in realisation. "The Jedi and the Mandalorian-"
"The Jedi are the ancient enemy of Mandalore but it seems I'm both," I tell her, knowing she isn't walking out of here alive as the guards raise their blasters. "Fire away."
The blasters ring out only for me to deflect them right back at the guards, each of them falling to the ground. And that's when the duel begins.
And perhaps it is wrong the anger I channel with each swing, the grief with each manoeuvre, everything a Jedi should never do. But in its strength is my discipline with those emotions, wielding them as I wield the force, never letting it lose control, but using it with discipline and finally with releasing them when the Magistrate falls and I leave her breathing for Ahsoka to get whatever information she may need but she will never rise again.
And so as I emerge and lay eyes on Din and Ahsoka I raise the beskar spear.
Victorious.
~
As dawn rises we stand outside the city walls, listening to the celebration within. Din having reluctantly accepted the Beskar Spear as it will be of more use to him than me.
"I suppose you'll be leaving now," Ahsoka says and can feel the weight on her shoulders.
"We will be," I say, not prepared to leave yet. "We won't be safe however until Moff Gideon is dead."
"Perhaps there is something I can do to help you," she says and tells us. "Take Grogu to the planet Tython, there you will find the ancient ruins of a temple that has a strong connection to the force. Place Grogu on the seeing stop on the top of the mountain and from there you can gain a deeper understanding of him, and how to best raise him with the path he wishes to take."
I nod in respect. "Thank you Ahsoka." I'm about to leave but turn back to her. "Luke and Leia would like to meet you, to learn from someone who knew who their father was before Vader."
She's conflicted, but nods. "I will see what I can do." She steps forward and slowly raises a hand to my face and tells me "You look so much like him." She gives me a sad smile. "You have so much of his heart as well." Out of the corner I see Din taking Grogu to the ship and Ahsoka leans in to tell me. "Your father, he would like him."
I smile to myself. "He would."
Something in her softens as she says "And he would be proud of you, proud of the path you are taking."
I nod, suddenly emotional. "Thank you, Ahsoka."
I look forward towards the Razor Crest, to where Din stands waiting and holding Grogu in his arm, and know he would be.
But before I can leave she stops me "Wait." I look back and feel the pain before I see it as she asks "How did Vader really die?"
I stood there on the platform, the Emperor dead by Vaders hands. Luke knelt before his father, but all I could see when I looked at the man before me was Vader, not Anakin Skywalker.
"Luke, help me take this mask off."
Luke saw none of Vader, only his father.
"But you'll die."
"Nothing can stop that now."
It was then Vader looked at me, the daughter of his brother who he'd broken time and time again, who had taken her parents and home from her, who stood there to see his demise.
"When I see your father," he began, dying. "I'll beg his forgiveness for the things I have done."
It was not my fathers he would have to beg for.
"You'll be begging for mine and your daughters forgiveness until there is nothing but star dust left in galaxy."
And so I left Luke to mourn his father alone, for I had no forgiveness to give.
"He killed the Emperor," I tell her and watch her eyes widen. "But not without all but killing himself trying. Luke and I, we were there." I could tell her all the awful things he had done, to me, to Luke, to Leia, but instead I tell her as my father would have wanted. "He turned to the light before he died."
And yet those words only put her in further pain for she knows all he did and despite it all I don't know if she can truly forgive him either but when she meets Luke and Leia, she'll know he left some good in the galaxy.
But she is still a Jedi and looks upon me as she says "I am sorry for everything he took from you." She then treads carefully "I know the things Bo-Katan said to you after the purge, but she is the only family you have. Believe that when you have need of her, she will come."
I give a stiff nod and tell her "Just please, go to Luke and Leia. You will find him on Ossus. Luke has forgiven his father, but I dare say Anakin will have to beg for Leia's forgiveness until she joins him on the other side but... perhaps you could help her find peace."
She gives me a nod and says "I will try." She debates her next words. "The Magistrate, she worked with Grand Admiral Thrawn, it's why I came here."
I blink at her. "Thrawn disappeared years ago with..."
"Ezra Bridger," she finishes. "You were the same age as him yes?"
I give a stiff nod. "I had only met him along with Kana a handful of times during my work in the early years of the Rebellion but Sabine was my second in charge during the war so I've heard many stories."
"Then we may just call on you," she tells me and extends her hand to me. "May the force be with you Kyra Kenobi."
"And with you," I say and leave her to return to Din and Grogu, knowing now where our next destination is and yet... I feel a pit in my stomach at the thought of what may come.
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Kinktober Day 2
Prompt & Type: Gagging, blurb
Pairing: Boba Fett x Afab!Reader
Word Count: 496
Warnings: Oral (m!recieving), gagging, lots of mentions spit, idk *guestures vaguely* it’s very short and idk how I feel about it. No beta
Minors Do Not Interact!
Your jaw aches. It’s worth it though, to hear Boba’s deep honeyed groan. At the faint sound of metal clanging on stone, you glance upwards and are met with the sight of his neck pulled taught, the slight bulge of his adam’s apple barely visible with his helmet on.
It sends a rush of heat through your body, and you wriggle unintentionally to provide some friction. It does absolutely nothing but reminds you of how soaked you are and the way your underwear clings uncomfortably to your pussy.
You inhale deeply and the musk of him makes your mouth water, and makes your brain feel slightly fuzzy. Though, perhaps that’s the lack of oxygen.
The saliva pools uncomfortably in your mouth, coating the underside of his dick. The heaviness in your mouth, and your body instinctively tries to swallow.
It’s a jarring surprise to the both of you, your throat spasming the way it did. The constrictions resulting in the instinctive thrusting of his hips into the wet cavern of your mouth. The tip of him hitting the back of your throat causing a sudden stop of air flow, your hands flying up to the tops of his thighs to press on them.
You sputter and cough on empty air, spit leaking from the edges of your mouth. Undeterred, you reach for his cock once again to continue blowing him, whining when he rests his hand on the hollow of your collarbone to keep you from placing the comfortable weight of him back into your mouth.
“No, little one.” His words are serious enough to halt your whining, gaining your attention. You peer up at him and are surprised when you meet his brown eyes rather than the imposing green helmet.
Your head is still slightly fuzzy, your gaze darts back to his cock, then back to his, impatient to begin again.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
You nod, and begin to speak anticipating his request for you to, if you had not spoken. “Yes. I’m fine, Boba.” Your voice is slightly raspy.
“Are you sure? We can stop.”
You were growing impatient. You glower at him, and begin once again. “Boba, I promise you I’m fine. Lemme suck your cock!”
His worried expression softens slightly, his thumb moving to glaze across your lips, and darken when your suck his thumb into your mouth with a small pop.
“You let me know if it gets to be too much, okay?”
His concern has you melting. His soft gaze on you makes your chest puff up, and you can’t help your preening, smiling and nodding around his thumb. You release his thumb, and lean up to place a small kiss at the curve of his hip.
“Of course. Now,” you swat his hand away, licking up the length of your palm and wrapping it around him, placing your lips to the tip of his cock and peering up at him, “I wanna gag on your dick again.”
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✭ Series Masterlist ✭
Languishing in a dull and lonely existence on the forest moon of Endor after travelling there to help salvage Death Star wreckage, a nearly fatal encounter with a mysterious bounty hunter out in the forest heralds an opportunity to utilise long-forgotten skills and develop something more profound than you ever thought possible.
Second person POV, present tense. Set post-season 2, diverges from Canon events before TBoBF and season 3. This is a novel-length, exceptionally slow burn with an original plot, worldbuilding, and fully-developed characterisation. SWU concepts and lore are accurately researched.
WORDS: 404,920
PAIRING: Din Djarin x Female Reader/You
RATING: Explicit (18+)
CHARACTERS: Din Djarin, Reader/You/Female OC, Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Human Characters, Greef Karga, Cara Dune, Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Peli Motto
TAGS: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Romance, Love, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut, Smut, Sex, Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Relationships, Healthy Relationships, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Dark Past, Additional Warnings In Author's Notes, Bounty Hunter Din Djarin, Soft Din Djarin, Touch-Starved Din Djarin, Din Djarin Needs a Hug, Smart Din Djarin, Soft Dominant Din Djarin, Ewok Species, Mandalorian Culture, Mando'a Language, New Razor Crest, Thoroughly Researched, Worldbuilding, No use of y/n.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This took me almost a year to write and four months to edit/proof. Each chapter is prefaced with specific tags and (where necessary) warnings, plus word counts. End notes contain translations and comments… this baby is thoroughly researched, so I’m sharing context where appropriate. I’ve also added definitions of in-universe terms so people less familiar with the franchise won’t be left wondering what the hell certain words or references mean. This is a slow burn (adult themes), and although the explicit content only occurs in the latter half, when it does, it warrants the ‘E’ rating. Basically, the first half is a love story, and the second half gets spicy. I hope you enjoy it!
READ THE COMPLETE STORY ON AO3:
(Chapters containing explicit content marked †)
Chapter 1: The Obstacle
Chapter 2: The Interrogation
Chapter 3: The Covenant
Chapter 4: The Snare
Chapter 5: The Strike
Chapter 6: The Groundwork
Chapter 7: The Genesis
Chapter 8: The Progression
Chapter 9: The Hide
Chapter 10: The Beast
Chapter 11: The Adjustment
Chapter 12: The Storm
Chapter 13: The Broadside
Chapter 14: The Intercourse
Chapter 15: The Village
Chapter 16: The Confession
Chapter 17: The Reprieve
Chapter 18: The Fortification
Chapter 19: The Ambush
Chapter 20: The Meridian
Chapter 21: The Homestretch
Chapter 22: The Union †
Chapter 23: The Overture
Chapter 24: The Crescendo
Chapter 25: The Harmony †
Chapter 26: The Cadence †
Chapter 27: The Ride †
Chapter 28: The Veneration †
Chapter 29: The Spree †
Chapter 30: The Tribute †
Chapter 31: The Courage
Chapter 32: The Feast
Chapter 33: The Exhibition †
Chapter 34: The Reward
Chapter 35: The Binding †
Chapter 36: The Synergy †
Chapter 37: The Match †
Chapter 38: The Flag †
Chapter 39: The Foundling †
Chapter 40: The Future †
✨Additional Media✨
@burntheedges has written a spectacular little drabble detailing what Din was up to during the paragraph break near the end of chapter 1 (*SPOILERS* you don’t find this out until chapter 27).
@djarin-desires has created some awesome AI images of a few scenes using Midjourney.
I spent a stupid amount of money on the Hot Toys official Din Djarin action figure, simply so I could photograph him in poses from my fic 🤷🏼♀️ This is just a taster of what’s to come, but here he is offering to help Reader climb onto the speeder in chapter 8.
🧡💚 Thank you for reading! 💚🧡
Dividers by @samspenandsword
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