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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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Safe and Secure

Din Djarin x afab!reader (smut with no pronoun use, no use of y/n)

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: smut (18+ only!), unprotected sex, needy desperate sex, pining, protective!Din, nondescript violence, kidnapping

Notes: This could be read kinda as a prequel to Can’t Deny You, but it also stands on its own. As y’all know, I’m such a sucker for protective!Din, so this comes as no surprise here lol! I hope y’all enjoy this, let me know what you think! Feel free to also follow my update blog and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on when I post @flightlessangelwings-updates

If someone had told you that your life would be spent traveling the galaxy with a Mandalorian, you would have told them to lay off the spotchka. Yet, here you were, a loyal companion to the best bounty hunter and fiercest warrior you had ever seen in your life. You weren’t sure if it was fate or just random chance, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. And unbeknownst to you, the Mandalorian felt the same way about you.

It took some time for the two of you to open up to each other. Many days and nights on the Razor Crest were filled with awkward silence as you felt like you tiptoed around him. But, eventually you learned that he spoke in ways other than words, and once you learned how to read his body language, you found that he actually communicated very clearly. Soon enough, awkward silences became comfortable ones and you found that you smiled more when you were around him. Oftentimes, you wondered if he smiled under the helmet at you too.

The truth was that the Mandalorian couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.

And once you helped him rescue the little green child, your bond became even deeper. He looked at you with such fondness as you took great care of the child, and never once questioned his motives. Your loyalty meant a lot to Mando, as did your affection for the little one. In his head, the three of you were like a family, a jumbled and barely held together family, but a family nonetheless. And he swore to himself that he would do anything to keep you both safe, even though you were both fully capable of handling yourselves in your own ways.

But, traveling around the galaxy still cost money, so the Mandalorian left you alone on the ship with the child while he tracked the bounty he was after. As much as you wanted to join him, you knew it was important to keep the child safe, and you promised him you’d protect him. Mando tilted his head, and you swore he had a thought on the tip of his tongue, but he stayed silent and left with just a nod of his head.

There were worse planets to be on, and you opened the cargo door of the Crest for some fresh air. It was a tropical planet that you had never seen before, though you couldn’t remember the name of it. A coo to your right called your attention and you turned to see the child had followed you to the doorway and chittered happily at your side.

“You like this place too, huh kid?” you asked with a smile as you picked him up. You decided you could wait to clean your weapons and just enjoy the peaceful atmosphere of the forest since no one seemed to be around.

Your peace, however, did not last.

An alarm went off on your belt that alerted you of nearby intruders. You immediately knew they were after the child, and you had to act fast before they got to you. In a flash of movement, you scooped him up and rushed over to the ship to tuck him away in a hidden compartment. There wasn’t enough time for you to hide as well, but you made the decision to put the child first. Just as you closed the compartment with a finger to your lips in a silent plea for the child to stay silent, an unfamiliar voice called out to you.

“Well well, what do we have here?” one man snarled at you and looked you up and down with a face that made your skin crawl.

You stood and exited the Crest, ready for a fight, “I’m just passing through,” you tried to sound nonchalant as you closed the cargo door behind you.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s the case, sweetheart,” another spat as the men pulled out their blasters.

You hovered your hand over your own weapon as you surveyed the group. There were five of them, and three of them were bigger than anyone you had never seen before. You swallowed hard, but you held your ground.

“I know you have something of great value,” the biggest of the group said as he closed the space between your bodies, “You and that Mandalorian you travel with,” his gaze pointed at you as he spoke.

“You must be mistaken,” you tensed as he got closer to you than you liked. You acted first and pulled out your vibroblade and launched yourself at him. In your head, you planned to take out this guy first, since he was the biggest and seemed to be their leader. Then, all you had to do was hold out long enough and hope that Mando would be back in time to back you up. You also cursed yourself for leaving your communicator on the ship.

The leader was only momentarily caught off guard, and though you held your own enough to take out one of the group, the rest soon overpowered you. One of the smaller men knocked your vibroblade out of your hand while the others grabbed your wrists. As much as you struggled and fought back, they were able to pin you down and leave you vulnerable. You grit your teeth as you growled in frustration at having been beaten.

“I’ve also heard that the Mandalorian has a looker of a partner,” the leader leaned in and whispered in your ear, “I’ll bet you must be important to him too.”

Before you could retort, you felt a searing pain at the back of your head and your world went black.

The Mandalorian had a bad feeling in his chest even before the Razor Crest came into full view. But his feelings were confirmed when he saw signs of a struggle in front of the ship and a dead body on the ground by the ramp. He let out a low growl of frustration as he bolted toward the ship and noticed a comm at the top of the ramp. His anger only grew when he picked it up and saw a holo image of you unconscious along with coordinates on where to find you.

But the next thought Mando had was of the child, and he quickly burst into the ship, “Kid?!” he called out.

But the silence didn’t last long, and Mando soon heard the soft cries of the child from a hidden compartment. His shoulders dropped as he realized you stashed the child there to keep him safe. Mando quickly pulled him out from the hiding spot and cradled him in his arms, “It’s ok, it’s ok,” he tried to soothe the child though his voice strained from the rage that boiled within him, “You’re alright.” Mando tightened his grip on the child as he whispered a promise to get you back and keep you both safe. You had taken care of the child in his absence, now it was his turn to take care of you.

You slowly opened your eyes with a groan, and the searing pain in the back of your head throbbed immediately when you woke up. You let out a soft hiss as you lifted your hands to your head, and found that your wrists were bound together in front of you. With a huff, you carefully pushed yourself up and looked around the room only to find that there wasn’t much to it. You were laid out on the floor in a tiny, empty, dark room. And with your hands bound, you were completely helpless.

Suddenly, you heard blaster fire from nearby and you immediately went on high alert. You held your breath as you strained to listen for any hint of what could be happening on the other side of the door. It wasn’t until you heard a familiar voice that you finally exhaled in relief.

With one final shot, there was nothing but silence on the other side of the door, and you held still as you heard the soft sound of footsteps. You flinched when the door suddenly opened and you raised your hands in defense, unable to do anything more. But, you quickly relaxed when you heard your name in that familiar voice again and felt the comfort of gloved hands on you.

“Hey, it’s me,” Mando spoke softly as he scanned you for injuries.

You blinked your eyes open in surprise and your shoulders slumped down when you were met with the beskar helmet that you were so familiar with, “Mando,” you breathed. A soft coo made your eyes drop down and you smiled brightly when you saw the big eyes of the child staring up at you, “Hey kid,” you whispered as you brushed his cheek softly.

“Are you hurt?” Mando asked as he released your bonds.

“I…” you were too lost in a whirlwind of emotions to even register the pain you were in. You felt the tension in Mando’s grip, and even through the helmet, you could tell he was out of breath. How long had it been since you were taken? How much did he panic when he got back to the ship and you weren’t there? Did he take on that whole gang alone? For you?

Another coo interrupted your thoughts, and both you and Mando looked down as the child reached out to you. Without a word, he closed his eyes and focused his energy towards you. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt the rush of energy from his little hand. It was as if you were a brand new person within minutes. Mando watched the interaction in silence, and it wasn’t until the child collapsed back down that you both moved.

“Is he ok?” you asked as you cupped the child’s little face.

Mando placed his hand over yours on the child’s cheek, and both of you swallowed hard and stilled for a moment before he broke the silence, “He’s alright,” Mando turned back to you as he gave your hand a squeeze, “Let’s get back to the ship.”

You nodded as you didn’t trust your voice. Something about the way he held your hand felt different than before, and the rush of feelings came back with a vengeance. Neither of you spoke as you leaned against Mando for support as he led you back to the Crest. Once you were all safely back on board, he locked the ship up and you leaned against the wall as he set the child down to rest with such tender care that it made your heart skip a beat.

“Are you ok?” Mando repeated his earlier question and turned his attention to you once the two of you were alone. He quickly crossed the space and checked you over once more, and the same feeling as before crept up within you as he rested his hand on you.

“I’m fine,” you breathed as your gaze dropped to the floor, “I’m sorry Mando. I was careless and I couldn’t beat those guys and…”

Mando cut you off with your name as he squeezed your wrist, “Don’t.”

Tension hung in the air as you lifted your head and met his visor. Your heart pounded in your chest as you suddenly became very aware of how tightly he held onto you. One hand held your wrist tightly while his other hand landed on your hip. It wasn’t painful, but it was a strong grip, as if he didn’t want to let you go. The room felt warmer as the two of you stared at each other, both at a loss for words. Yet, perhaps words weren’t needed.

Slowly, you reached your free hand up and slipped it underneath his armor. Mando tilted his head down and watched your movements, but made no attempt to stop you. Even though you couldn’t see his face, you were sure his eyes watched your lips as you parted them for a heavy breath. Both of you gasped at the same time when you touched his skin directly for the first time.

As if a switch suddenly flipped within him, Mando spun you around in a flash and with a soft squeal of surprise, you suddenly found yourself up against the wall with his strong body pressed against your back. Mando’s hands roamed all over your body in desperation and he nuzzled himself against you. You let out a moan when you felt him rock his hips against your backside and a new type of desperation took over your head.

Mando squeezed your hips tightly before he ran his hands up your sides and caressed your body. “Is this alright?” he asked in a hushed tone before he grabbed your breasts.

“Yes,” you breathed, “Please…”

Your thoughts were cut off when Mando’s large hands palmed your breasts and he rubbed your nipples through the fabric. You clawed at the wall for any sense of grounding as Mando kneaded your soft flesh. You bucked your hips back against him, and both of you groaned when you felt how hard he was already.

Mando let out a needy moan as he ran his hands back down your body and pushed past the hem of your pants. One hand held your body tight against his while the other dipped lower and rubbed at your clit. You cried out when the gloved finger made contact with your heat, and you didn’t even realize how wet and needy you were.

Through half lidded eyes, you reached back behind you and grasped at the air until you found Mando’s body. Without turning around, you fumbled your hand as you tried to find his cock. When you did, both you and him gasped as you gave it a squeeze and rubbed it through his pants.

Mando hissed when you rubbed at his cock faster, and in turn he rubbed at your clit in tandem with your movements. Heat quickly rose in the room as you both worked each other in desperate, sloppy movements.

“Wait,” he suddenly froze and pulled you flush against him.

All the breath left your body as you suddenly felt the cool beskar against your back, “Everything ok, Mando?”

“I won’t last if you keep that up,” he groaned as he rested his helmet against the side of your face.

“Me either,” you whispered as you felt your muscles clench around nothing, “Please Mando… I want you inside me. Please fuck me.”

Mando let out a low growl as he quickly slid his gloves off and unzipped his pants. He moaned your name as he fumbled with your pants next. You leaned against the wall as you let him strip you just enough for what you both needed. The desperation was too much for both of you to move or strip completely, and you both felt that.

You shivered when you felt the cool air against your hot skin, but you weren’t cool for long. You closed your eyes when you felt Mando’s body against yours again, only this time you felt his cock at your entrance. You whimpered as you shifted yourself and parted your legs for him.

Both of you let out loud gasps when Mando finally entered you. Slowly, he pushed his length inside you and filled you inch by inch, and neither of you had ever felt more pleasure in your lives. Your hands were splayed out on the wall as you leaned your forehead against it for stability as you felt so deliciously filled. Mando groaned as he trembled behind you; he had never felt like this with anyone before.

Emotions ran high within both of you as he rocked in and out of you at a steady rhythm. With your eyes closed, Mando leaned forward and used the wall as he pushed his helmet up enough so that his lips were exposed. He reached for your shirt and tugged it down enough so that the skin of your neck and shoulder were exposed and he kissed and nibbled on the skin there.

You cried out at the feeling of his lips on your skin, and you couldn’t handle the overflow of emotions from your connection. Tears fell down your cheeks as he pumped in and out of you while he held you tightly. Moans from both of you filled the room as Mando took you against the wall.

As Mando rocked his hips against yours, tears of his own fell down his face. You shivered when you felt the drops against your skin, but it only made you cry more when you realized he felt the same emotions that you did. You let out a loud moan and Mando thrust into you faster and harder as a newfound desperation took over him. He wrapped one arm around your waist in an attempt to hold you even closer while the other hand covered yours against the wall. You wrapped your fingers around his as best you could; you wanted to hold him as badly as he wanted to hold you.

“Fuck… Mando…” you moaned as he sped up his thrusts.

He filled you completely and paused. Both of you panted hard at the feeling of his cock deep inside you before he broke the silence, “Din.”

“What?”

“My name, it’s Din,” his voice was raw as he spoke into your ear. From under his helmet, Din’s eyes were red from the tears.

“Din…” A tingle ran up your spine when you realized you felt his breath against your skin and heard his voice unmodulated for the first time.

Again, something snapped in Din, and the moment he heard you say his name, he thrust into you harder and faster. He groaned against you as you cried out in pleasure. The arm that he had wrapped around you lowered and Din found your clit again. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and he was determined to make you cum with him.

He didn’t realize how close you were as well, and after only a few more erratic thrusts, both of you came hard at the same time. Desperate whines from both of you filled the room as Din rode out both your orgasms until you collapsed forward against the wall.

Din quickly held you up and whispered your name as he stilled himself inside of you, “Are you ok?”

“Yeah…” you breathed hard as more tears fell down your face from your climax. “Just… that was a lot, emotionally,” you paused as you held Din’s hand tightly, “Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” was all he answered through his own sniffles.

The two of you stayed still for several long moments. Whether it was because you were too spent or too scared to lose your connection, neither of you were sure. Perhaps it was a mix of both. Din held you tightly as both of your tears finally stopped and you both were able to breathe normally again. He placed one last kiss to the top of your shoulders before he used the wall to push his helmet back on fully and slowly pulled out of you.

Whines filled the room, and neither of you were sure who they came from: him or you. You and Din both used the wall for support as you redressed, but neither of you strayed out of reach of the other. Once you were more sure of your own strength, you turned around and faced him again. You reached out and grabbed his arms while he reached for your face at the same time. The two of you stayed locked in an intense gaze again, both unsure of what to say next.

But it was another voice that broke both of your trances, and Din turned around just in time to find the child opened his pram. Your breath hitched in your throat as you suddenly hoped he didn’t hear what you and Din just did.

“What are you doing up?” Din asked as he crossed the room and scooped the child up in his arms.

“I hope we didn’t wake him,” you added sheepishly, and you only felt more flustered when Din turned around with the child tucked in his arms.

He held your gaze for a moment before he finally answered, “Let’s hope not,” he replied in a light tone that made your heart skip a beat, “Come on, let’s get some sleep,” he held his hand out for you.

On shaky legs, you walked over and took his hand and let him lead you to his bunk. The three of you were quiet as you all settled in, and it took some awkward shuffling to get yourselves comfortable. You gently nuzzled yourself around the child and held him close against you while Din wrapped his arm around you both. In the moment, everything in the galaxy felt right to him, with the two he cared the most about safely secured in his arms. Unaware of Din’s thoughts, you adjusted your head so that you laid on the space between his pauldron and his chest plate, and exhausted, you quickly fell asleep.

Din, however, stayed awake and watched both you and the child as you both slept peacefully. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind as he gave both of you a tight squeeze. As your lips parted and soft snores escaped, Din slowly lifted his helmet enough to expose his lips once more and he placed a long kiss to the top of your head before he whispered in the softest voice, “I love you.”

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grippingbeskar · 2 years

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The Element of Surprise | Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine: The Room

mando x fem!reader

series masterlist here

warnings: sexual content! MINORS DNI (fingering, handjob, general sexual scenes) swearing

word count: 3.0k

a/n: honestly i wrote this based on a dream I had and this dream is the entire reason I wrote this fan fic so. this chapter is literally just me being horny but ENJOY jdnfowuef okay bye - also once again i included *** if you want to skip the sexy bits but this chapter is honestly mainly smut with a sprinkle of plot sorry eeeeeeeeeee

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The warm orange of the flickering light illuminates the room.

The room?

You can’t remember how many times you’ve walked right past this small gap to get into the cockpit, but in your defence the space did not seem like a door at all. Looking behind you, the now shut door easily sunk back into the walls, making it seem as if there is no gap at all, a perfect cover for a secret entrance.

Turning back, you take in every detail of the small space. The dullness of the light above reflects on the metal of the sleeping cot, bare of a mattress except for a small pillow and blanket, both an incredible shade of white considering how long they would have been shoved back here. No personal affects line the walls, but a small window cut just above the bed makes it feel almost homely.

You can tell its been cleaned out, marks on the floor suggesting long term storage was once heaped in the corners. He did say he’d been working on it this morning.

“Its for you. I thought if you were staying…” He drifts off and it hits you all at once. He did this for you. The Mandalorian, fiercest bounty hunter in the galaxy, body count probably in the hundreds, spent three hours cleaning out and re fitting you a bedroom in his ship. You don’t think anyone has ever done anything even remotely kind for you since you left your home planet, let alone clear a space for you. Even in Tatooine, it took you eight days to rid your apartment of the bugs and rust that accumulated to even make the space fit to live. A warm, fuzzy feeling erupts in your chest and spreads all the way down to your toes, curling them in at the sensation. You’re speechless.

Shaking your head you step past his tall frame, him backing against the wall to allow you space to move around. Its bigger than the cockpit, about the same size as the larger side of the hull. You reach a hand out to lift up the blanket, and its so soft. Hes staring at you, and you realise you’ve been so stunned that you never said anything back.

“I can’t believe you did this.” The voice that fills the room is almost foreign to you – soft and light, and you cant remember the last time you felt this grateful. “This is incredible.” A smile stretches across your face as you bring the blanket in your hand up to meet your cheek– so soft.

“I don’t have anything for you to sleep on, but I figured if you’re around for a while, you should have somewhere other than a chair.”

“It doesn’t matter. This is perfect. Like, seriously perfect.” You quickly wipe away the tear that fell down your cheek. “I cant – this is – thank you.”

He just nods, and you sit down on top of the blanket covering the metal frame of the bed – your bed. You haven’t stopped smiling since you stepped into the room, and despite your tears, this is probably the happiest you’ve been in a while. So when the Mandalorian steps toward the door, you leap up immediately and grab his gloved hand. His stare meets yours and you have no idea what your plan was. All you know is this man has made this giant gesture – probably the kindest thing anyone has done for you, ever, and you want him to know how grateful you are. He stands in front of you, all unmoving metal, as you wrap both your arms around him and pull him into you. Burying your face into the material that lines his neck, you take in his scent – a hint of the musky smell of his shampoo you recognise under the metallic smell of armour. You whisper a small ‘thankyou’ into him, unsure if he even heard it. It is then that he finally reacts, two strong arms squeezing you from all angles.

You mould into him - a perfect fit. Every part of him that is hard melts into you, and your hands and face find all the hidden soft parts of him too. You both stand there for a while, perfectly content to be like this – two pieces of two separate puzzles somehow fitting together despite it. You move first, only to lean back so you can see his helmet. His head tilts to the side, silently curious.

“Why did you do this for me?” you were still smiling as his head came back to angle straight down at you, even you being on your toes doesn’t allow you to meet him for height. He answers in the same confident tone that sends tingles down your spine.

“When you were talking about your home planet last night, I know what that’s like. To leave everything behind – start again somewhere else. I wanted you to have something here that you could make your own.” Another tear falls down your cheek at his words. His hand comes up to wipe it away, thumb gently swiping your cheek. You stretch on your feet and press your forehead to his helmet, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of him against your skin.

You think if he wasn’t wearing a helmet you would kiss him – and that somehow feels more intimate than the moments you shared down the ladder. You feel an arm leave you, and you worry hes about to let you go. Instead, you feel his body tense slightly underneath you, and your eyes open to darkness. Apart from the small window on the other side of the room which offers little help, you are blind.

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“Don’t move.” The modulated voice comes out of the darkness, and it sends a jolt through your entire body. A hiss – then a clatter of metal beside your feet. His helmet rolls across the floor, and both his hands come up to your cheeks. He pulls you closer, and you can feel his breath on you – a welcomed warmth in the cold interior of the ship. Your mind buzzes and you think if you could see your vision would be blurry, the possibility of his lips touching yours after what happened last time sends you spinning. A brush of his lips is all it takes for you to react, and you do so with surprising restraint.

Your lips move slowly against his – not with hesitancy but with care. You don’t want him getting away this time, and after everything that has happened today you need this as much as he does. He removes his hands from your face only to return them seconds later, feeling the rough skin of his palms on your face igniting a new kind of fire in your stomach.

He pushes off the wall and before you know it he has you pressed up against it. He moves so fast you don’t even register how one arm is now underneath you, the Mandalorian’s huge body between your legs pressing against your core. It’s almost painful – the friction of his stomach against where you need him most, but just still enough to not provide relief. You moan into his mouth and you can feel his lips turn up slightly. His hand slides between your lips, thumb dragging down your bottom lip and breaking the kiss.

You open your eyes and close them instantly – scared that the small window would give you some kind of reflection on his face. Hes trusting you more than ever now, and you don’t think you could bare it if he stopped holding you.

With his hands so close to your mouth your mind drifts back to earlier, and your mouth opens automatically. You feel him laugh before you hear him, his body moving against you, nearly drawing another moan from you. Sliding his fingers into your mouth again, but only for a moment before he draws them out, and in an instant, they are on you, rubbing slow, small circles on your clit.

Your head hits the wall in surprise at his movements, and you make tiny whimpers each time he slides his finger over that same spot.

“Thought about this all day.” He says, and the voice that fills the air is sweet and smooth. You writhe under his touch, urging him to keep talking. “Nearly killed everyone in that damn cantina today just to take you in booth right there.” His hand slips under your underwear and one finger slides into you, curling up before sliding out and repeating over and over.

You were completely under his control, speechless apart from the breathless moans he was ripping from your throat with just the movements of his hand. His other arm supports your weight entirely, the hand that rests on your thigh rubbing slow, soothing circles on your skin. He must have slid your pants off completely at some point, but you don’t care. The fire building in your stomach grows, and your hips roll against his hand, eager for anything he will give you.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, and his voice is louder than before, because his head has moved right next to your ear. You moan in response, and his teeth graze against your neck and bite down ever so slightly. “Use your words, baby.”

“Fuck. Yes. Want this all the time. Please.” His commanding words and the pet name send you closer to the edge. He re-adjusts you in his arm, and while his lips come back up to your jaw, you feel the hardened lower part on him against your thigh. The thought that you have had this effect on him, married with the quickened pace of his hand sends you rolling, sparks of electricity shooting up your body, making you jolt in all directions. He coaxes you through, his hand slowing and eventually pulling out of you, and your body slumps against him.

Your face rests against his, and you can feel the slight stubble of a beard. You can’t help the images that flash in your mind, continuously adding to the puzzle of what he might look like in the light.

You bring your head up to kiss his forehead, then his cheek, and then go for his lips, but in the dark, you miss slightly, instead meeting his nose. You can’t help but giggle, and you hear him laugh with you, the unmodulated serenity of his happiness only fuelling your own.

“Come to bed.” You say, and his laugh dies down. You feel him nod against you, and he kisses you, deeply, before his other arm comes up behind your back as he spins you and carries you towards the small metal cot. He lowers you slowly, and crawls on top of you, his arms boxing you in. You’ve never felt safer, him hanging over you and peppering sweet, soft kisses on your lips, hands coming to the hem of your shirt and taking it off in one swift movement. He kisses your collarbone, and your hands find their home in his hair, your eyes fluttering open for the first time in what feels like forever.

The small white twinkles of light from the stars outside the window on your left ever so slightly reflect off the rest of his armour, and you are hyper aware of how naked you are underneath him, his fully clothed body covered bar his head. As his mouth trails lower down his abdomen, you pull his hair lightly, and his movements stop, a light groan coming from his mouth as he drags his lips back up your abdomen, face hovering above yours.

One of your hands leave his hair, the other begins its journey down against his chest. You allow your fingers to dip into each and every crevice and glide over the unmarked beskar. You take your time, wanting to savour each moment he allows your hands on him, and when you meet the buckle of his belt, you pull his face down towards yours and kiss him again.

Its his turn to moan into your mouth now, and it’s the most delicious sound you have ever heard. You want nothing more than to hear it again and again, so you run your palm past that buckle, immediately feeling the hardened length that throbs underneath your touch. His jaw drops open when you palm him through his pants, meeting his subtle thrusts with gentle force.

“Don’t fucking tease me, baby.” He growls, sending a wave of heat through your body. He takes his hand and rips away at his belt and then, wrapping his large hand around your wrist, he guides you under the hem of his pants, wrapping both your hands over the length of him. You instantly feel out of depth at the size of him, your sexual experience amounting to a few lonely nights back on your home planet, definitely none in the past three years. He takes the lead, adjusting your grip on him and setting a pace before he lets you take control, his hands roaming the exposed skin of your stomach.

“I haven’t – done this. In a while.” You whisper into the darkness, and he doesn’t answer for a minute. You continue moving your hand up and down slowly, and your inexperienced mind worries you aren’t doing this right. You want him to feel as good as he makes you feel. “Is this okay?” you ask, hoping he gives you something, anything to indicated how hes feeling, but when you hear a choked gasp as your thumb brushes over the tip of him, the rush of confidence you feel is immeasurable.

“You’re fucking perfect. Don’t – don’t stop.” His voice is strained and cracks slightly as he stutters through his praise, hips jutting into your hand and allowing the tip of him to meet the skin of your lower stomach. Every time he moans into your ear it feeds your ego, and his praise makes you so hot you feel beads of sweat forming on your forehead.

You know your hand is dry, the friction almost creating heat between your hand and him, but from the sound of his strangled moans in your ear, you get the feeling he likes it. A small amount of pain mixed with pleasure is the perfect description for being with him. You know this can’t be forever, but the feeling of him in your hand, his palms searching your skin, moaning sweet praises in your ear as he gets closer to his end is enough for you.

“Shit. So f-fucking soft. C-Can I-“ you cut him off, nodding into the kiss you plant on him as you screw your eyebrows together in concentration. Matching the movement of his hips you run your thumb over his tip again, and that brings him to his finish, warm cum spreading up your bare stomach and he moans your name into the darkness. He cums – long and hard, and you think it might be the first time hes done so in a while, so you continue to stroke him at a slowing pace, wanting him to enjoy every second of your touch.

His forehead drops to yours, his breathing deep and exasperated. Your hand slips off him, dragging through the wetness that coats your stomach, bringing it to your mouth and inhaling the taste of him. He tastes as good as he feels - your tongue swirls around your fingers, devouring him. Your fingers leave your mouth with a loud ‘pop’ and even in the darkness you can feel his eyes on you. You go to run your hand through it again, but you are met with his hair, as he dips his head and drags his tongue along your stomach.

He’s fucking cleaning you off with his tongue.

You can’t help the physical shiver that erupts through your body. This man will be the death of you. He drags his tongue across you in long, broad strokes and finally comes back up to hover over your head when you feel none of the warmth coating you, his curls tickling your face as they hang over you. He kisses you, and you are quick to slip your tongue into his mouth, wanting to savour the taste of him as much as possible.

*****

After what feels like hours, you pull apart, both gasping for air in the small confines of the room. The whirring of the ship is the only thing that keeps you from plunging into complete silence, and the curls dangling from his head the only indication that he still hangs over you. You bring your hand up to touch them, pulling them slightly only to have them bounce right back. Running your hand up further, you let it rest in a tangle in his damp hair and shuffle over to one side of the cot, making room for him to lie down next to you.

“Do you want me to stay?” He breaks the silence, and you don’t think you will ever get over how perfect his voice sounds without his helmet on.

“Please.” You nod in the darkness even though he can’t see you, and he gives you a light kiss before letting one of his arms give out, rolling onto his side. The other arm slides over your stomach, but not before pulling the blanket up over your naked body. You forgot it was cold in the ship, goosebumps running up your arms at the sudden exposure, but with the blanket now wrapped over you and the Mandalorian’s warmth pressed against your side, you have never been more comfortable.

But is he? You think about how he is still fully dressed in the clothes he wore all day, and bar his helmet he is still completely armoured. You know he usually sleeps in the cockpit, but does he sleep with all this on? You feel the need to check with him, and after what you just did, it should be simple to ask, right?

“Are you-“

“Shhh. Go to sleep, cyar’ika.” He stops you, a strong arm pulling you against him, moulding your bodies to fit perfectly together. His face rests against your neck and you can feel his steady breaths against you, and the feeling of him beside you, his hand tracing small lines up and down your side is enough to send you into the deepest sleep you’ve had in years.

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Title: The Droid Maker

Pairings: PreSarlacc!Boba Fett x Fem!Reader, HanxBoba (enemies)

Summary: After losing your family in an Empire attack, you fled to the Outer Rim seeking refuge and anonymity. But one bad turn after another led you to Tatooine and being sold into slavery at Jabba’s palace instead. It seemed like all would end there as well, until you found an unlikely connection with one of the fiercest bounty hunters alive. (Story includes cameos from Han Solo and Chewbacca as well.)

Warnings: Reader being treated like a piece of property within the palace. Reader having PTSD from dealings with the Empire before. *Contains smut*, but not until near the end. Full consent, but unprotected vaginal sex. Also oral sex with female receiving.

Notes: Set before the original trilogy. Apologies if I screwed anything up. It’s been a while since I’ve watched the films. I tried to stay reasonably within the lines. Also I don’t know if the Sanctuary cantina was in Mos Espa yet at this time, but I’m saying it was because I adore Garza Fwip.

My Masterlist

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In some ways, you felt as if none of this were real. Because how many times could this kind of violence really happen to the same person without them finally giving up? Maybe you did have the worst luck in the galaxy.

But why were you still alive? Why did you even want to still be alive?

Even with the taste of blood in your mouth, and the sting of the chains now cutting into your wrists, you kept your head up as you were introduced to your newest potential masters.

Jabba the Hutt had had a sensitive disagreement with your former place of employment. But all you remembered was the blaster fire in the middle of the night. And then being dragged from your shared sleeping quarters with the other workers before your reflexive resistance had meant the butt of a gun cracked against the side of your face in return.

You knew the ones you’d worked for must already be dead, while the ones you’d worked with were being appraised and sold to not even the highest, but rather just the quickest bidders. It was a firesale of sorts, but on sentient beings.

“She is a droid maker and rebuilder, my Lord Jabba.” A pasty looking Twi'lek commented from near the grotesque crimeboss’ side. You were being judged, so quickly torn down to just the meager worth of your few skills alone.

“200 credits,” A Trandoshan from within the group of nearby buyers spoke abruptly. They were evidently all representatives from the local families and tribes which fell under Jabba’s jurisdiction.

You wanted to stare at the floor as such a low monetary value was assigned to your body and mind. But you couldn’t look away as you felt that overgrown slug’s eyes cutting through you in return. To you, Jabba’s true ugliness didn’t have to do with his size or shape. It was that air of intense cruelty, of gluttony, and of greed which exuded out all around him.

That is what made such a visceral reaction inside of you when your eyes met. You instantly hated all that he was.

And when he laughed in return, actually laughed then, it was a wet almost rattling sound.

You didn’t speak Huttese. So you couldn’t understand him as he spoke about you afterward, or know why his white Twi’lek and some of his other lackeys had then turned their heads towards him as if surprised.

“Of course, my Lord Jabba,” The Trandoshan responded, lowering their head submissively. “I rescind my bid at once.”

“Then it is done.” The Twi’lek made a gesture as he spoke next, and the guards at either side of you were then walking quickly again. The small slack in your chains was gone immediately as you were pulled forward to follow them.

But still no one explained anything to you. You could be walking to your own execution for all you knew.

The impatient guards now yanked you so roughly that you half stumbled. And just at the edge of a doorway that exited from the throne room, another hired gun lingered there. When he did not move, your shoulder almost grazed his weathered armor before you corrected your footing.

That hateful gaze you’d shown to Jabba couldn’t help but remain on your face as you looked fleetingly to the stranger though. But it was only an emotionless full face helmet staring back at you, through you, before their head turned back away. Their attention just shifting to the next poor creature that came onto the auction block in your place.

Truly the dregs of the galaxy resided here, heartless and unbothered by those they considered beneath them.

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And that first night in the palace hadn’t gotten any better for you after. You did get to keep your life, for now at least. But they only removed the chains attached to your wrists in favor of a longer one then attached to your ankle.

You had been brought down to a lower level. It was greasy and dirty in a way that said it’d seen no deep cleaning ever just as it would never see any natural light here, even from Tatooine’s twin suns.

But you recognized the work space for what it was. There were parts and tools scattered all around haphazardly. Your chain was just long enough for you to move around the room, and to reach a closet like adjoining space which housed a sleeping cot, sink, and a vac tube/toilet. Lovely enough, you also found that the door to this ‘bedroom/bathroom’ had already been locked in the open position only.

Not to say you had any expectations of privacy anymore either. But once left alone and without further instructions given, you used the sink to wash your bruised face as best you could. The odd smelling water was no doubt recycled from some larger, unseen storage tank. But it was all you had energy left for before laying down on the hard cot to close your eyes and pretend to be literally anywhere else until you were called upon again.

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The weeks that followed all ran together of course. You stopped trying to keep track of how many days had passed since your capture, because what did it even matter anymore?

It became obvious that Jabba had decided to keep you for whatever reason rather than sell you. It was also abundantly clear that the droids of the palace had not at all been properly maintained. And at first, those droids with complicated enough processors to be cognizant and cautious of you, were very much on guard and tight lipped so to speak.

But droid work and understanding them really was the one thing you were good at. And after a while of always tending to them and speaking to them respectfully, they did start to open up to you.

You learned that they had mostly been dependent on servicing one another. Either that or Jabba would just discard them and buy all new if they malfunctioned in a way which another droid couldn’t conceal for them.

This little workshop of yours had been unused for years apparently. The last slave to call it home had died a long time prior and just never been replaced as Jabba didn’t see any financial benefit to droid husbandry when he thought them all just as replaceable as any other machines.

But when you finally tried to ask the droids what had changed, why abruptly Jabba would pick you to reopen this workshop again, they sincerely didn’t seem to know.

So you stopped asking. And you tried to put all your effort into at least making things as good as you could for the droids that came to you. Even the snobbier and ridiculously Hutt loyal ones, you didn’t blame them for your own circumstances. They were just cogs in the same class system that you were now at the bottom of.

All you could do was help them, even when you could not help yourself. And so you did. Over and over, more of the same. Nothing was ever different.

At least not until that same hired gun came to you alone late one night.

Having completed all the work you’d been given for the day, you’d already been on your cot. Not asleep, but daydreaming. Somehow you were still able to. They could never chain your mind the same as your body you supposed.

“Droid builder,” The male voice had interrupted you so suddenly then.

You hadn’t even heard him coming down the stairs to your little dungeon as you startled up into a sitting position.

But it was him. The one you’d seen in the throne room the night you lost the last of your freedom. The man with the dark green metal armor and full face helmet.

You didn’t fail to notice the rifle slung across his back or the pistol on his belt either.

“Yes?” You asked warily. Your first assumptions then turning dark. Were you no longer needed? Was he here to dispose of you already in his master’s name?

But his voice betrayed nothing, just cold and to the point. “Are you knowledgeable on audio circuitry?”

You stared. Of course you were. But he had no droid with him, unless they were smaller and concealed somewhere on his person. “Yes.” You answered, returning his lack of elaboration with directness of your own.

“Then I need a repair completed tonight.” He responded immediately.

This wasn’t normal protocol. Even you knew that. But you had no power to deny him such a direct request. He was in Jabba’s higher ranks. If they came down here and asked something of you, you’d likely be punished severely for any pushback.

You had stood from the bed now, your ankle chain dragging audibly along the floor as you went to the metal work table.

You looked at him expectantly, but still unsure of what the job really was.

But he didn’t hesitate in giving the obviously required information once you’d agreed to assist. “My helmet. It’s synced with a receiver on my ship. I can call for the ship with my voice. But my last bounty, they used an EMP while trying to evade me. I have everything back online except that function. I need it working before my next job.”

So he was a bounty hunter. Someone most would find despicable. They killed for money almost as often as assassins did. And again, his voice was so matter of fact. But even without knowing him you somehow felt that this was the most words he’d spoken to anyone in a while.

“And I assume that next job is tomorrow then?” You asked before you could help yourself. It was likely foolish for you to say anymore than necessary either. Who knew what could possibly set this dangerous sort of man off.

“In four hours.” He replied just as short.

Yet it was only then that you thought you noticed just the slightest hesitation in him. Because you saw his arms raise to remove his helmet for you to work on it, but his gloved hands stopped just before touching the metal. It was only for an instant maybe, but it was there.

In the next moment though he’d grabbed the helmet, sliding it off.

He could have been multiple species under there, you weren’t sure what you’d expected. But again, there was an odd moment where you felt he was anticipating some sort of reaction from you.

But his face was not one you recognized. He was just another man. Albeit with black hair, brown skin, and some bruising that told of him maybe having had to deal with more than just an EMP on that last bounty after all.

You took the helmet carefully as he handed it to you. Whatever weight you were expecting it to have, it seemed off, odd as you turned it over to look inside around where the microphone he spoke of should be imbedded.

“What alloy is this?” You asked. As it would matter for you to know how conductive and heat sensitive it was before you got to work.

“Beskar.” He said. The first time you’d heard his real voice from outside the slight digital modulation of the helmet.

But you tried not to show your surprise at the answer. You’d never touched beskar in your life. No wonder you hadn’t recognized it. It was so rare and very expensive.

And then, you felt rather dumb as the dots connected belatedly. You remembered some of the stories you’d heard as a child, of the Mandalorians, and their warrior legends of old. They were synonymous with that metal and the specialized armor made from it. But he couldn’t be one of them, could he? They were almost extinct you thought. At least no one talked about them anymore.

What if he’d killed one of them and just stolen their beskar though?

No, none of this concerned you now as your hands were already moving automatically with your tools. Even if this was a bit outside of your normal job description, technology was technology. There was nothing more advanced in this helmet than you’d find in any old astromech droid for instance that were also paired with the ships they served on.

You could tell he was watching your every move so closely though as you unhooked the tiny wires one at a time, testing each one’s connectivity.

Was he waiting for you to screw up? Or was he so untrusting that he thought even a no one like you could still be a threat to purposefully sabotage his equipment?

The discomfort of his stare made you feel as if you had to narrate your actions after another moment. “You see this wire? It looks intact but it must have been pinched.” You said as you shifted the little screen attached to your probe tool to show him the reading. “The resistance is too high compared to the other wires. The current can’t properly get through. That’s why it isn’t working.” But you added the obvious too. “You tried to fix it yourself didn’t you?”

He gave you an odd look. But he didn’t seem too insulted. “Being self sufficient is a requirement in my line of work.”

That sounded true enough. If he’d really been keeping up the systems in his own armor this long though, he’d done a fairly good job all things considered. By the inner wear alone where the helmet had been slid on and off against his face you could tell this armor was many years old.

“These tiny guys just take more specialized equipment to connect and disconnect is all.” You added, removing the pinched wire with one of your smallest tools. Though a very steady hand really helped as well.

While you cut a new piece of wire to size from one of the wire rolls out of a drawer, you felt his eyes following you again.

He spoke once more though, still watching. “You make these tasks sound simple. But the improvements in the droids haven’t gone unnoticed since you arrived.”

It was very odd to be complimented. Especially by someone like this. And you weren’t sure how you were expected to react as a bit of a nervous laugh left you. “Well my work is all I have.” That was more honest than you intended to be. But it was literally all there was left for you. Everything else had been taken away now.

As far as showing your talents though, the place you’d been before here hadn’t had but three droids in all. So you’d spent more time working on their moisture farming equipment than anything. And that didn’t garner as much attention for quality of skill you were sure.

Perhaps it had something to do with this bounty hunter being the only organic being you’d had any semblance of a conversation with in who knew how many weeks too. But you looked back at him then, adding, “Though it’s odd you know. No matter what happens, I just keep wanting to press on. And I want to help others where I can. So I do.”

He seemed to be considering that for a long moment, before answering you again unexpectedly, “Then you have a will stronger than most that I’ve seen wither and disappear in this place.”

Yet you shook your head without thinking. “No, if I was really strong, I…” But you stopped yourself abruptly there as your senses finally came back to you. This man was not a sympathetic ear. You had to remember that. He was a member of Jabba’s inner circle.

But the hunter was smarter than you’d wanted to believe as he still finished that sentence for you. “If you were really strong, you wouldn’t be here at all?”

The bit of fear that rose in you with this shift in tone made you work quicker then, finishing the attachment of the new wire. What if he thought you had plans to escape? “I didn’t mean it that way. You don’t need to punish me.”

“I’m not a guard.” He answered in a flat tone though, almost as if you had finally insulted him. “What you do or think of doing down here doesn’t concern me. But if you ran and they assigned me to bring you back, then that would be another matter.” He warned.

“Understood.” You answered reflexively, the room somehow feeling a little colder to you then. But you were already done with the wiring repair, handing his helmet back to him as you looked away towards the floor.

And it was quiet as he pulled the helmet back on over his face. He didn’t linger either, turning then to walk back up the stairwell.

But his voice still reached you thereafter, with a purposeful “Thank you.” through the helmet.

Those two words surprised you so much too, leaving you only looking up again to watch his back and the flow of his tattered cape as he walked up and out of sight.

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For a while things went back to normal after that. Or at least what you were forced to endure as your normal within these walls. But you did notice that more expensive types of droids had started to filter in over time, though still mixed in with the usual palace droid inventory.

You spoke to them all, genuinely interested in their roles and their problems as always so you could better help repair or upgrade them. But it was also more than that of course. You knew too well that regardless of programming they all still had their own little quirks and ways about them. To you they were each just as alive and unique as anything organic.

And it was through those conversations that you found many of these newer high end droids belonged to the few wealthy families on Tatooine. Word had indeed spread of your attentions to detail in this workshop and they now wanted their droids serviced at Jabba’s palace as well.

With a sad type of humor you could only wonder what kind of exorbitant fees Jabba may be charging those elites for your services while you still didn’t even have the privacy of a closing lavatory door.

“Oh dear,” The female voiced protocol droid you’d been repairing leg hydraulics on startled as you glanced up from your kneeling position on the floor in front of her. She wasn’t reacting to anything you’d done to her leg however, but rather your abrupt company entering the room.

That pasty white Twi’lek you now knew as Bib Fortuna was descending the staircase towards you, accompanied by a fearsome looking entourage.

Your eyes darted warily from Fortuna to that armored bounty hunter you hadn’t seen since the night you’d repaired his helmet.

You were standing now, seeing that they had two Gamorrean guards alongside them as well.

For the briefest moment you thought of what little blunt force trauma you could inflict on any of them with the wrench still in your hand. But you knew it’d be a futile effort.

Though honestly, if you had to die, blaster fire from the bounty hunter would be far preferable in comparison to the rancor pit. You could sometimes hear the echoes of its victims’ screams even through the walls and ground. And those times made for the worst sleepless nights.

“(Y/N), loyal droid artisan to our excellency Lord Jabba,” Bib Fortuna began in his usual formal tone.

Your eyebrows raised at the string of superlatives, which seemed an odd way to announce an execution.

Yet he continued with even more, “Our merciful and gracious Lord Jabba, has approved your immediate change in living quarters as well as monetary investments to improve your workspace in order to further properly provide for our new clientele.”

You were only able to stare at Fortuna though as your brain struggled to comprehend this seemingly…positive announcement? But it had to be a trick somehow. There had to be a catch. There always was.

But Fortuna waved one arm, just signaling the Gamorreans to come forward. As they did so, one had a ring of keys in his thick fingered, green hand as he snorted at you to raise your leg and ankle chain towards him.

You did so awkwardly. You were still in disbelief as the loud sound of the rusty tumblers moving once the guard had inserted and turned the key came just before the much louder sound of your opened shackle falling to the floor.

You were still so amazed at this development then that you almost didn’t hear Bib Fortuna’s next words as he actually addressed the droid next.

“Droid, are you RQ-X7, formerly owned by magistrate Dennhar?”

“Yes! I mean…no!” She fretted. “My designation is RQ-X7 protocol droid, translation specialist. But Master Dennhar is my owner. Your use of the word formerly indicates your lack of understanding of the term. I will happily define it for you. Formerly. Adverb, definition: in the past, previously. So you see this does not apply in your sentence as used, I-”

Fortuna was clearly done here as he cut her off then and there. “You are formerly the droid of magistrate Dennhar. You have officially been removed from his ownership as a correction towards his debts still owed to our Lord Jabba. You are here and now reassigned as droid assistant to (Y/N). She is now your mistress until Jabba deems otherwise.”

Droids weren’t often silenced, but she and yourself sure were in that moment as the guards and Fortuna turned to leave back up the stairs once more.

But the bounty hunter did not move.

Fortuna kept talking as he passed him. “Boba Fett will escort you to your new quarters. Upgrades to your workshop will begin in the morning.”

Boba Fett? So that was his name. But why was he even a part of this?

The hunter clearly waited for the others to be fully out of the stairwell. Only then did he finally speak. No expression visible of course through that dark beskar helmet. “I told you that others were starting to take notice of your work. But consider this my payment for before.”

“Your…I don’t even understand. Did you do all this?” You asked incredulously. Surely a simple bounty hunter wouldn’t have that kind of pull around here. No matter how good he was at collecting that overgrown slug’s targets.

With one gloved finger he tapped the side of his helmet in response. “It actually responds even faster now. You did the work, so here is your payment.”

“That…that was a five minute job! Are you serious?” Was this guy mental? You’d gotten your chain removed, a new hopefully more private room yet to be seen, and an actual droid partner of your very own just for changing out a single wire in some killer’s dinged up headgear?

And he actually chuckled in response. It wasn’t loud or too emotional, but it was a bit of a laugh you’d never heard and that brought you to silence all over again.

“We don’t get paid just for what we do. We get paid for knowing the right way to do it. Now come on. Both of you.” He said decisively.

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Though there had been some sort of bizarre thaw between you here, Boba Fett still wasn’t the most talkative person, that was clear. But he at least tolerated a few more of your additional questions born out of emotion.

You found out that he sometimes visited the cantinas in the nearby towns. Looking for leads on new bounties mostly. But it also gave him opportunity to hear of other chatter. He’d been the one to inform Jabba that word of the palace suddenly having the best local droid service had spread, gaining the interest of those with even more credits to spend.

But the richest snobs still wouldn’t associate good service with just an unkempt slave working on their droids. You had to now seem higher end as well to be worth their money, thus these changes in your environment.

And when conversations in the throne room had turned to needing to send the magistrate a bit of a message by having something with monetary value taken from him, it was also Fett who had suggested a droid be confiscated. Because by using it as a helper for you, your production output would also be increased.

Yes, somehow from the last time you’d seen Boba until now, he’d been weaving webs that not only benefited you, but benefited Jabba’s profits as well. Which is the only reason any of it actually succeeded.

It really was so unbelievable.

And the hunter watched now as you’d gawked at your new living quarters. Still those befitting only a servant of course. But with an actual bed. And a separate little lavatory with a sonic shower. No more sink and washcloth only bathing. All with working doors this time too.

“Thank you,” You were sure you’d already said so several times now. But no matter his own motivations, this was the most you’d ever had in so very long.

Boba was leaning in your doorway by then. He never said you’re welcome, but his voice was smooth as he spoke of something else on his mind. “Do you remember that first night, when Jabba interrupted the auction to cancel the bid on your head? Do you know what he said then?”

You paused, looking at him. No, you did not know. In fact you had almost buried that moment under a multitude of other past traumas before the hunter had yanked it back to the surface with that question.

Yet Fett continued. “He said ‘that girl looks like she wants to burn me alive with her eyes’.” And before you could fathom a response to that revelation, Boba finished with, “You looked at me that way as well as they pulled you from the throne room. You’ve surprised Jabba thus far. But you haven’t surprised me. Keep that fire. You’re going to need it.”

There was no goodbye, no goodnight said as he then stepped back out into the corridor. The automatic door slid shut behind him after, leaving you standing alone in your room.

Alone except for RQ-X7 who shuffled immediately to your side then, no doubt unsure of the look on your face. “My…my mistress. Are you alright?”

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It took a little time to adjust to your newer surroundings in the coming days. Even your clothes were better now though as new laundered ones were left for you each day.

The improvements to the workshop had really increased your output as well. And it wasn’t lost on you that you were very much still only lining the pockets of your captors with the work that you did. But as far as imprisonments went, things could be far worse. You enjoyed meeting all the newest droids, and the work passed the time. It was cathartic in a way.

But in the back of your mind you still did have plenty of time to think about other issues as well. Like the things that still didn’t add up about that bounty hunter and why your thoughts kept going back to him at all. Was he really an enemy or the closest you had to anyone becoming an ally?

He chose to help in getting you a new room and getting the droid as your companion. But why would he stick his neck out for you at all in a place like this?

It just didn’t make any sense. You didn’t perceive an altruistic nature within him at all. Quite the opposite really. But there was no logic in repeatedly stressing over things you had no power in either.

And as time went on each new day came and went with little further excitement. That was until the night you closed up the workshop and walked up to your quarters to find an actual dress laid out on your bed.

“What is that?” You’d asked in astonishment. Even if your provided clothing had gotten better, it’d still stayed practical so you could do your work. Just different combinations of shirts, vests, pants, and boots.

RQ-X7 seemed curious as well, but answered immediately. “By all appearances, Mistress, it is a full length column silhouette dress in a lovely color. I do believe this is a design by House of Muhket actually.”

“You…what?” You stared at her. “How do you know any of that?”

“Oh,” She went on cheerfully, “Before I was confiscated by our Lord Jabba from Master Dennhar, and before I was sold to Master Dennhar, I worked in a dress shop for Mistress Ambilore. And before that as a restaurant hostess with Master Klee-shawn, and before that as a school teacher at-”

“Okay, okay,” You interrupted her gently. You’d already seen all the transaction numbers left behind in her data drives to speak for the myriad of times she’d been traded off through the years. That list could last all night. “RQ, I understand all that. But I don’t understand why anyone would leave this here.”

And a designer dress no less if RQ was to be believed, which she always was.

You sat on the bed, but hesitated still to reach out and feel the rich colored fabric of the dress. Faded memories flared back up at the sight of it. It was so like the kinds of things your mother would have worn, or your older sisters. Something maybe even you would have worn on a fluke some days, if you hadn’t been the weird one wanting to work with your hands all the time and get dirty.

You hadn’t been born a servant or a slave like this. You’d only become one after everything else was torn away.

A sudden knock at the door then startled you and RQ both.

But it was only another droid’s voice bidding entrance.

“Of course, come in.” You answered.

It was one of the maids. She was a bit chiding actually too as she chittered on, “You aren’t dressed yet? How slow you are in anything outside of mending us! Now come on, you will be late! No one can be late!”

“Late to what?” You retorted as she tried to shoo you off the bed.

“Lord Jabba’s annual tribute feast and reverence celebration! The Khetanna sail barge and caravan leave for town in thirty minutes! You aren’t even showered! I can still see the grease on you!”

“It’s lubricant actually,” You’d had to deal with a seized up rat catcher droid earlier. But this all sounded ridiculous. You were supposed to get dressed up now to go play sycophant with the others?

The maid buzzed in annoyance as realization hit her. “That good for nothing sweeper unit. He was supposed to clean all the stairwells down to the basement and give you a note with your instructions earlier. Clearly he did not!”

“Oh, RC-945?” You answered. “I found him upside down and deactivated in the stairway this afternoon. He won’t listen to me on needing a new battery port. But he keeps losing charge. I plugged him into the battery tender, but it will be awhile until he reboots.”

“Nevermind him!” She fumed. “Just get up! Get presentable! I’ll not be dismantled for not rounding everyone up properly! Attendance is mandatory!”

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Yet you were still so resistant of course. Even being trapped behind the palace walls for so long, the idea of being equally trapped and forced to keep quiet and play along in some kind of farce like this was not really any better.

RQ noted that it was possibly Jabba’s clients who may have expressed interest in meeting you. But you were fairly sure that it was more about Jabba’s ego needing to be stroked, having need of everyone’s presence tonight to worship him this publicly.

You had properly bathed and the maid and RQ had helped you get into the dress and some matching shoes. The maid had still been dissatisfied with the end result though, hurrying away briefly to return with lip and eye makeup, as well as accentuating jewelry she thought suitable.

You’d held your tongue through the process, letting her paint you up and refusing to look at your own reflection. Tonight was only about playing along just enough so that none of you would be punished.

By the time you did follow the others out of the palace, the sands of Tatooine were dark and cold. Your dress was long sleeved thankfully, but with the shoulders cut out regardless. You could feel the tiniest bits of sand caught in the wind as you kept close to RQ while you moved with the crowd being loaded onto the sail barge from the palace.

You could already hear music. A band playing as you’d moved quickly out to one of the railings at first opportunity. A mixture of cleaned up palace staff and high spending gangsters mingled about on deck as you did your best not to engage in any of the conversations. You could see multiple colors of drinks already in their hands long before the barge actually started to move.

After a while it did start to lurch towards town though. But then another palace worker that you recognized, one who was normally part of the kitchen staff, came up to you in a flustered mess.

“(Y/N), can I borrow RQ-X7 please?” He about begged. “There was just a skirmish down below and two of my waiters are overboard through the windows somewhere in the sands. I’ve got plates of hot hors d'oeuvres still to get out, not to mention these drinks everyone keeps asking for. Please! I need another droid before Fortuna notices that the catering is already backed up!”

“I…well it’s really up to her,” You stammered a little, logically knowing you had to help him, but also somewhat terrified of being left alone yourself in this situation.

“At Master Klee-shawn’s restaurant, besides hostessing, I was also very well known for being able to carry four trays of the bantha tartare when needed.” RQ-X7 spoke proudly.

“Go on then,” You motioned with one hand, knowing that was the end of that. It was the moral thing to do though.

“Thank you! Thank you!” The kitchen worker bowed his head a little. “Enjoy the rest of the night! You look nice by the way!” He added before rushing away with RQ.

“Uh…thanks?” You mumbled. Then quite alone even with the party ramping up all around you.

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Some time later you recognized the low lights and small domed buildings of Mos Espa in the distance as the barge came to rest near the city’s edge in the darkness.

And you’d just been thinking to yourself if you should go check on RQ after all, or at least head somewhere below deck to stay out of this cold when you saw movement out the corner of your eye.

“First time you’ve seen the sky in a while isn’t it?” That cool voice came from the familiar battle scarred helmet as the bounty hunter stepped up to the railing beside you.

Your chest tensed as you looked into that black eye shielding now staring right back at you. You would have said something about the silence in which he moved, but sneaking up on others was a lot of his everyday life wasn’t it?

“I’m surprised you even knew who I was with what they’ve done to me here.” You frowned, though glancing at him fully as well with him now so close. He was always in that same long sleeved white flightsuit, or survival suit maybe, that covered his body from his neck to his boots. With the banged up chest plate on top, his shoulder plates, gun belt, gloves, and gauntlets. And the little half cape with the tattered edges. And was that a jet pack he was sporting too tonight?

“Bounty hunters don’t have formal attire, huh? Just formal jet packs?” You added when he didn’t immediately respond.

But he answered your initial question first. “I recognized you because you stand and walk the same way no matter what you wear. Everyone does. Masks don’t faze me.” He said, looking right at your face still with those last words.

This took you aback a little more. Was your makeup the mask that he was referring to? Or was it something else he thought you were hiding? You weren’t sure what he meant, but again you couldn’t ignore why he kept taking the time to interact with you alone like this.

“And no. No other attire for me.” He responded to your jet pack quip then. “This armor only leaves my possession on the day that I die. It was my father’s before me. It’s part of our legacy.”

You were surprised there too as he’d never given a personal detail like that before. You weren’t even too sure if it was safe to acknowledge the comment before you finally asked though. “Is it Mandalorian made?” You wouldn’t ask if he really was one, or if they’d stolen it. But who else would craft with beskar alloy like that?

“It is.” He said just as plainly.

You stood there, letting that knowledge hang over you a moment. But you weren’t daring enough to probe his lineage any further tonight. “This planet collects a bit of everything doesn’t it?” You instead said quietly.

And maybe the two of you just would have stood there in mutual silence a while longer. This odd pull towards one another keeping you here, but neither of you open enough to go any further.

But a growing whine of engines erupted from somewhere high above, but distinct and closer by the second as you recognized and reacted immediately.

It was TIE fighters incoming.

They streaked across the sky as you stumbled back as if to run.

But you couldn’t take more than a single step before a vice like grip locked onto one of your wrists, and Fett moved just as instantaneously so your stomach was then pressed up to the railing and your back was against his chest.

“Stop it.” He hissed in your ear, his grip almost painful then as he grabbed your other arm as well to ensure control over you. “You show you’re that afraid and they’ll all assume where your allegiance really lies.”

Your heart was pounding, the shock of both the Empire’s fighters suddenly strafing the sky, as well as your realization of just how fast and strong the hunter really was now overwhelming you in this moment.

You were trembling to your own horror. But you couldn’t stop yourself, you didn’t know that the pain of your memories associated with those damned ships could still be this raw.

But Boba’s voice remained a growl in your ear as he kept you up against him. “Listen to me. I already know who you are. I know that your father was governor of New Mernoir on your homeworld. That your family was executed and your city destroyed because of the choices he made. I know all of it. But these people do not. Do you understand? Those ships aren’t here for you.”

You were blinking back tears as the TIE fighters made another pass overhead. But this time their flyover was accompanied by fireworks and cheering from all around.

They were celebrating. It was all for show. Of course the Empire was allied with Jabba. You knew that objectively. So they must be here to pay tribute to him as well. But you didn’t expect it, you weren’t ready.

“I won’t run again. Let me go, Boba.” You breathed after another long moment, trying to force yourself to relax even though you were still trembling.

Yet he did let go of your arms as soon as you’d asked him to, but he didn’t move out from behind you, your back still supported against him. “The imperial cruiser wasn’t supposed to arrive in orbit until at least tomorrow.” He spoke lowly then, enough so that only you could hear him in the continued noise of the party. “I didn’t know the Empire would be here tonight either.”

But that was all insignificant now wasn’t it? So why was he even talking about their schedule? The real damage was in everything he’d just admitted to you moments before. He knew who you were. Was this the end then? Was your running over at last?

“Why…” You had to ask after another long hesitation. That wetness was still threatening your eyes even as more fireworks continued, the bright colors popping and casting shadows on you both. “Why, if you knew who I was this whole time, why haven’t you turned me in yet? You’re with the Empire too aren’t you?”

“I’m not with anyone.” He corrected you with a little harshness, as if the placement of his own loyalties was a personal sticking point. “But I work for those who can afford me. And there’s no bounty on rebels thought already dead.” He just continued, cold but truthful. But what he asked next, you could tell by the even more serious shift in his tone that he was warning you to not even think about lying to him.

For the first time, you imagined this was the real voice that all those bounties heard. Maybe the last voice they ever heard as he asked you in that new tone. “But are you still one of them?”

The contrast was so stark. The people mulling all around you, drinking and laughing, oblivious to your heartbeat pounding in your ears as your cold hands now gripped the railing in front of you even as your back still rest against the hunter’s chest.

“I never was,” Your words left you in a hushed tone, tears finally starting down your face with these cowardly things you’d never gotten to admit to anyone. You were never one of the rebels. “And I hated him for so long for choosing that life for us.” You kept on, unable to stop then. “My father convinced everyone else that it was the right thing to do. He put our own money into that base. The base that our city got destroyed because of. Children and everyone else burned to the ground because of him.”

You were born into a noble family, daughter of an influential governor living on a sprawling estate with your mother and all your older sisters. Publicly, your family and the wealthy city they governed all pledged yourselves to the Empire. You remembered imperial officers, Moffs, and sometimes even admirals strolling through your home during their visits.

But beneath that proud surface, your father kept saying that the Empire had taken too much, that they were harming too many. Only then had you started to know fear. Not understanding why he would endanger all of you for principles alone and to supposedly protect others you would never even meet on other worlds.

The rebel base he’d been at the forefront of the creation of, was a den of spies and a staging place for their equipment and the ships they had started to build. All hidden within your city.

“But…” Even with all that anger you’d had towards him, when the nightmare finally came true you would have done anything to have saved any of them. “I wasn’t there when they needed me.” You were already an apprentice by then, under a brilliant woman that your father was a patron to.

She’d taught you your trade, everything you knew about droids. You’d pestered her from childhood until she’d taken you on. Everyone thought you so odd for that too. On your name alone you could have just kicked up your feet, been some other politician’s wife when you were ready and never had to work a day.

But by chance, that hobby of yours was the only way you’d lived. “I wasn’t home when the soldiers came.” You chuckled to Boba in kind of a mixed sound of disgust and regret. “I was out buying parts for the droid maker that I apprenticed for. I was out goofing off while they were lining my family up and shooting them.” The Empire had been sure to release news of the traitors and their swift executions to all media afterward. The subsequent bombing of the city was then blamed on the Rebel Alliance as well.

But you’d been there on the ground. There was no resistance, only slaughter. The x-wings the rebels had been making weren’t even operational yet. The only thing in the air that day had been the TIE fighters and bombers.

And you’d seen up close and personal what their laser fire did to buildings and bodies. You’d run, badly injured yourself, but far enough on the edge of the city to escape to the wetlands unlike so many others. You’d laid for hours concealed in the cold mud, pretending to be dead as you heard the ships pass again and again striking anything that still moved.

“They died for something they believed in. All I ever did was run away and never look back.” You confessed with that self loathing evident in your tone. “That’s all there is to tell.”

But Boba Fett still wasn’t someone you could fully predict. When you’d said all your peace and the silence loomed between you again, he shifted once more. No longer behind you then, but beside you as his helmet tilted to look you in the face once more.

“My father was killed right in front of me when I was a boy.” He said in a solemn tone. “And it still made no difference for me to be there. Because all I could do was watch his body fall. So believe this from someone who knows, no amount of guilt will do anything to help them now. You’re better off to let go before it eats what’s left of you.”

Your eyes widened at his own confession. Maybe not even at the cruelty of the image though, to imagine a boy having to experience that. Because what violence could really surprise you anymore? It was all anyone seemed capable of. The Empire, the rebels, the syndicates, pirates, smugglers….it was just pure survival in this galaxy. Predators and prey in a vicious cycle.

Would it really be so wrong to not even care anymore? To just live for the sake of living? You could ask him later how he’d found out about you. It was unimportant really, trivial compared to all else you were now feeling.

“I guess we have more in common than we should then,” You said, trying to wipe what was left of your tears away. “I’m sorry, Boba.”

“It was a long time ago.” He answered plainly, in a way that also seemed to close that subject again for now.

After another bit of silence where you continued to gather yourself, you finally sighed, asking him softly. “So do you want to get a drink with me then? Something really strong preferably?” You weren’t afraid of him anymore after this. He already knew what you were and he could do with that what he wished. You had nothing else to hide.

You were also choosing to not care right now and there was something so freeing about that thought.

“It’d be less crowded in one of the cantinas.” He answered though, still watching you carefully.

You smirked at him. “Then are you giving me permission for some shore leave?”

“If you’re with me, it’ll be fine.” He said calmly, only giving a good glance around, assessing the surroundings, before moving away from the railing to have you follow him.

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Of course he knew all the entrances and exits to the sail barge by heart. In only a few minutes you were standing on the sands of Tatooine again. Albeit this time with the bounty hunter Boba Fett striding at your side.

Your shoes weren’t as practical as his boots, your feet sinking into the sand at times.

“I’d go barefoot if I didn’t have a pretty good idea of the kinds of waste they dumped out here.” You mumbled.

But after he had to slow yet again as softer sand tried to twist your shoes right off your feet, he offered you his hand.

When you looked ahead to see Boba’s outstretched glove, this armored hired gun silhouetted in the starlight as he waited for you, something unexpected happened.

You actually smiled. This was crazy, but it was exactly what you needed right now. “You know what…on second thought, you were right when you said this was the first time I’d seen the sky since they brought me to the palace. But it’s also the first time I’ve really gotten to use my legs since then too. What’s a little dirty sand in the scheme of things?”

Your dress had a slit up either side. It allowed you this movement as you did take off your shoes then, holding them both by their straps in one hand before breaking into a run across the small dunes. “Come on, hunter!”

“What are you-” Boba’s surprise was obvious.

It would have been hilarious really if you weren’t so focused on still not busting your ass as you ran for the buildings in the distance.

You used to race your sisters through the courtyards at home all the time. It’d been a whole other world then, a whole other life.

You wanted to feel that rush again, if even for just a moment as you ran as hard and fast as your out of practice body would allow. You never looked back for Boba, there was no question to you that he’d come.

But by the time you reached the beginnings of the real streets of Mos Espa and all those little beige colored buildings, you were panting and trying to catch your breath as a cramp threatened to overtake your side.

Yet you were still smiling, panting and smiling as you straightened back up at the sound of small jets overhead before Boba landed in front of you.

“Jetpack is cheating,” You half laughed, half coughed, taking another deep breath.

“Was all that really necessary?” He sort of deadpanned.

“It could be months again before I get to see the outside. Have a heart, hunter.” You smirked, still breathing a bit hard as you brushed the sand off your feet before sliding your shoes back on.

He shook his head, clearly unamused. But he still waited for you before walking on. “If you’re done, I’ll show you where you can get that drink you wanted.”

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This bar was called the Sanctuary. He mentioned it was newer, somewhat more high end, relatively at least in comparison to some of the others.

Which maybe would have been flattering that he tried to take you somewhere a little safer, a little cleaner before you realized every single patron was still staring up at you as the the two of you entered together.

Well, more accurately they were all staring at Boba as you just followed him to an open table in a corner. You also noticed how he clearly chose to sit with his back to the wall, facing the rest of the cantina for a good vantage point as you slid onto the curved seat beside him.

After a few moments everyone else seemed to go back to their own eating, drinking, and gambling at some game tables in the center of the room. But the chatter was noticeably still a bit lower, down from the rowdier volume it’d been right at your arrival.

But Boba didn’t seem to care, and you looked back to him as he spoke to you. “Are you hungry?”

You were actually. But was that okay? Was this okay? How long before he had to take you back to the palace? “I am.” You admitted. “But do we have time to eat?”

“The barge won’t move again until dawn. And maybe not even then depending on how drunk they all get. Order whatever you want.” Boba responded.

Yet you saw his helmet turn at the approach of a rather elegant looking female Twi’lek.

You caught yourself staring at her, her expensive dress and jewelry such a contrast to the slave girls and their revealing little outfits Jabba forced them to parade around in at the palace.

“Boba, my dear bounty hunting friend,” She spoke so cleanly as she came up to your table. Her hands were clasped together as she smiled warmly. “As happy as I always am to have the patronage of Jabba’s inner circle, you know we don’t normally see you here at the Sanctuary. So I have to ask you one thing. Are you here for anyone in particular tonight?”

Even if the room hadn’t gone fully silent again, you could tell all eyes were on your table once more.

“I’m not working tonight, Fwip.” Boba’s voice was a little deeper, a little more guarded with her you noticed in comparison to how he’d been speaking to you moments before. “My friend wants something to eat. Any problem with that?”

The Twi’lek didn’t miss a beat though, her smile really growing then as she announced immediately for the room, “He isn’t working tonight! Everyone carry on!”

There was almost an audible cheer through the cantina, everyone going back to their festivities then.

But she still gave him a look afterward, putting a hand on her hip as she spoke lower. “Thank you, Boba. You know how much less money they spend once they get rattled. Enjoy your night. Happy to see you relaxing for once too. It’s a good look. After all, we are the most romantic cantina on Tatooine you know.” She grinned to herself at that. “Self proclaimed of course. But who’s going to go on a date at the Mos Eisley one right? They don’t even wash their glasses you know.”

She clapped her hands to get the attention of the wait staff then. “Some drinks and a menu for the best bounty hunter in the Outer Rim and his lovely lady friend please!”

You waited until she’d fully walked away before you dared laugh a little. “So I can’t tell if you’re pissed or not behind that helmet, but I’m having a great time.”

“You’re too easily amused,” He grumbled after a moment.

“It’s a coping mechanism that’s carried me far.” You happily agreed.

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From as low as you’d felt earlier with the shock of those TIE fighters screaming overhead, was about as relaxed as you felt now. Obviously the alcohol helped, but you really hadn’t had too much.

Boba was still scanning the room periodically, keeping watch as you enjoyed the last of your bantha steak.

He didn’t eat or drink much, sitting with his legs spread and only occasionally lifting his helmet just enough to take a swig from his glass or have a taste of your steak after you’d absolutely insisted because the marinade on it was just that good.

“Do any of them know what you really look like under there?” The alcohol did finally embolden you enough to ask before you took another drink.

“Not in this town, no.” He answered simply. “But it’s a little more complicated than would probably make sense right now.”

“But you showed me your face.” You responded, just looking at him with a soft interest. “How was that different?”

“You’re too young to remember the clone wars very well aren’t you?” You noticed his voice had gotten a little quieter again.

“I can’t be that much younger than you.” You defended.

“Maybe. But I know you still don’t remember them well, or else you’d know why it mattered. Let’s just say many now working for the Empire remember those times very well. And that’s why it’s better for business that I keep my helmet on when in public. At least until all those old ranks are finally dead.”

It’d be too hypocritical for you of all people not to understand the benefits of anonymity. And you decided this wasn’t worth asking any further about right now as you focused on finishing your drink instead. But an abrupt curse had you immediately back at attention.

“Dank farrik, it’s that idiot.” Boba growled while staring towards the door.

Of course, sheer instinct had you turning your head to look as well. But you weren’t sure which ‘idiot’ he was talking about as you saw a tall man stride in with an even taller Wookie beside him.

The strangers seemed to be heading straight for the gambling tables, but you saw the man stop dead in his tracks the moment he happened to glance towards your table.

Boba’s hand moved slightly under the table as well in reaction. No one would have noticed except for you, being right beside him as he unholstered his pistol to hold it against his thigh.

Well shit. You were stressed all over again now. You didn’t know what was about to happen, but you were sure you wanted no part of it.

Both the man and the Wookie were walking towards you though, once the man had thumped the Wookie on the arm and pointed your way.

“Boba,” You whispered, wanting some kind of instruction here.

“You’ll be fine.” He said before they were in earshot. But you could tell he was indeed back in ‘working’ mode now.

“Boba! Buddy old pal!” The man shocked you, being obnoxiously loud really as he opened his arms in greeting. But you thought he was also very much trying to broadcast the lack of weapons in his own hands at that moment. Yet you easily saw the large pistol on his gunbelt as well. “Didn’t expect to see you here!” He continued with a grin that seemed wholly fake to you. “In fact it’s most of the reason we hit up Mos Espa instead of Mos Eisley tonight!”

But he finally lowered his voice a little as he went on more privately. “Of course me and Chewie knew the deeper pockets are always in Mos Espa too. Didn’t want to miss Jabba’s party and clearing the tables a little easier once the alcohol had been flowing awhile am I right?”

“Jabba told you not to return to Tatooine until you’d made his money back, Solo.” Boba warned, and honestly his voice sounded like daggers of ice. It was bone chilling.

Yet that blunt hostility seemed to sail right over the stranger’s head. “See that’s the thing, the Empire’s been setting up new blockades all around the system. I need a little more time to find the backdoors. But the Falcon’s going to get us there, as soon as we get a little money going for a new shield generator anyway. Lost another one scuffling with some pirates outside of Bespin last week. Lando’s really letting the airspace around there go to pot.”

“The Falcon is trash. Maybe you’d be better off moisture farming for the next fifty years to pay off all your other failed promises, smuggler.” Boba cut back.

You didn’t know what kind of ship the Falcon might be. But Boba’s comment was seemingly equivalent to insulting their mother or child as the Wookie immediately growled and moved as if to yank the table away from you both.

But it was the stranger that jumped in between as you saw Boba holding his pistol aimed at the Wookie’s chest then from under the table.

“Chewie! Come on, just a little ribbing between friends! That’s all it is.” The man laughed forcefully. But you heard him berate the Wookie even more in a lower tone, “If Fwip throws us out we aren’t making any money tonight! Think Chewie, think! We already struck out at the last stop. You wanna be the one to tell Jabba we can’t make any kind of payment this month!?”

The Wookie was still obviously not okay with any of this. But somehow he did seem to restrain himself the more the man talked him down.

Solo then looked slightly relieved as he looked back to Boba. “I will get Jabba’s money back. But uh, it might be better if you didn’t tell him I was here just yet. I seriously didn’t think you’d leave guard duty on the barge tonight. Didn’t know you had a social life, Fett.”

With that, this bizarre man offered a flirty smile to you, and an open hand as if to shake yours. “Han Solo by the way. Professional smuggler, best pilot in the galaxy, and captain of the Millennium Falcon. The hairy guy here is my brother from another and co-pilot, Chewbacca.”

You looked at Han’s hand with suspicion and then back up at his face as he transitioned to a little smirk instead while he glanced back to Boba. “She’s actually loyal to you, huh? Nothing wrong with that. That’s rare these days, you know. Well good for you, Fett.” But Han kept rambling as he continued to the Wookie. “And to think he can get a date without even showing his face. Women love mystery and fixer uppers I guess, yeah?”

Boba stood up then. And Solo instantly tensed as you saw the smuggler’s hand drop to his gun belt just as quick. The Wookie was growling again and Boba still had his hand on his own pistol though it was currently aimed at the ground.

“Boys…” You heard the Twi’lek they’d both called Fwip clear her throat and you realized the music had completely stopped. “Why don’t we agree to disagree for the sake of the holiday? Han darling, and Chewbacca, you’re as welcome as anyone for a try at our table games. But Boba was also minding his own business before you arrived. Let him pay his tab so he can be on his way to enjoy the rest of his night.”

Yet she addressed Boba as well, all too aware that all three of them were crucial in either having this be done or blow up entirely. “And Boba, we all appreciate your restraint tonight. There’s a reason you’re one of Jabba’s favorites. Deadly, but not a loose cannon. You kept your word that you weren’t working tonight and for that I thank you greatly.”

There was one more long moment of tension after she had finished speaking. But Han was the first to back away, raising his hands again but never taking his eyes off Boba as Han and Chewbacca then both backed away to the gambling tables at last.

Fwip approached you then as Boba holstered his pistol to reach into his belt pockets with his other hand for some credits that he then handed to her.

She smiled at you both with a nod as you stood. You could tell Boba never took his full attention off Han and Chewbacca though even as one of his arms went lightly behind your waist to guide you out. He still kept his other hand free to reach his gun if needed.

It was a long walk to the door, but you eventually reached it. Boba kept his body between you and the perceived threat the entire time, until you were at last back out on the street.

You were both heading back towards the dunes after, and there was silence for a little while before you were the first one to speak again.

“Hey, I obviously don’t know the backstory on that guy and the Wookie. But forget it.” Things had been oddly nice before they’d shown up. And you had every day after this to go back to your room and your workshop in the palace alone. You didn’t want to end this night on that note.

“Solo’s only skills are lying and running.” Boba muttered though, clearly still agitated. “And he’s not even smart enough to get out of his own way. It’s inevitable that Jabba’s going to decide to cut those losses off, and it’ll be me that has to do it.”

Okay, what part of forget the smuggler and his Wookie for at least right now was not translating here?

“Boba.” You said, stopping on one of the dunes now that you were far enough from the streets, but not yet in good view of the sail barge. “I don’t know when I’ll ever see the outside again. So I want to thank you for all of this, really. I didn’t expect that I’d even know how to have fun anymore.”

“Yeah.” He responded a bit reflexively, but it was like you were finally pulling him back from his anger and distraction over the whole scene in the cantina.

It was as if he just remembered the two of you were out alone here as well as he looked around. “We really shouldn’t stop though. There’s still the wildlife or even the Tuskens. All this activity could draw them in to defend their territory.”

“And then you could just jetpack us away,” You contended quietly. But in all reality he was right that it wasn’t safe out here alone. Yet you wanted a more personal goodbye. Once you got back to the barge, you’d need to go check on RQ-X7 you knew. And then he’d disappear and everything would likely just go back to normal.

You were looking at him rather intently as those thoughts ran through your mind. And you decided to take the risk. You really didn’t have anything to lose. “Can I at least tell you goodnight with your helmet off for a moment?” You’d only ever seen his entire face that one time before. And honestly you hadn’t memorized it very well then. You hadn’t realized what the future could bring with this guy or why anything about him might matter to you later.

The hesitation was visible in his body language though as he questioned your judgment. “You remember that you’ve been drinking, don’t you?”

You smiled a little. “Not enough to make me do anything I don’t already want to. Just enough to add a little liquid courage.”

“….Are you certain?” He asked and honestly the sincerity in his voice was rather refreshing.

What times these were when a man could kill without thought in one moment and yet still be so concerned about another person’s consent in the next. What a damned walking contradiction this guy was.

“Yes. Now come on before some sandworm or something eats us both.” You taunted lightly.

“One big enough to swallow us both, you’d feel the vibrations of its approach first.” He murmured, still stalling you thought before he finally raised his hands to the sides of his helmet.

He slid it off and you could tell from the way his eyes narrowed briefly, he had to adjust his sight back to the limited star and moonlight from above as he looked at you without the visor amplifying everything for him.

“Long time no see,” You smiled at him, trying to focus on all his features this time. Short black hair, dark skin, and a nice jawline. He was actually pretty pleasant to look at.

Even if you thought your signals had been fairly obvious, your adrenaline started to ramp up as you moved your body and face closer to his. Would he pull away at the last moment? Would he tell you to stop?

You did hesitate with your lips so near his, giving him that last chance to change his mind before you pressed in all the way to kiss him.

But his lips moved as soon as yours touched them, opening slightly to deepen it as you felt his arm move back around your waist.

One of your hands moved onto his chest plate as he pressed in harder against you soon enough, opening his mouth further. You could really taste him then, a hint of the alcohol he’d had, but mostly just him as he kissed you again, and then even deeper after that.

Oh. This was not at all what you’d expected. It was even better. He’d been pent up. He’d wanted this. That was evident you realized as your hand trailed up from his chest and neck, and onto his scalp, instigating a needful sound from him as you tugged at his hair.

“You should have told me,” You breathed, breaking the most recent kiss to look him in the eyes again.

“It was my problem, not yours.” He whispered back, yet moving to kiss your neck then.

You drew in a breath as he sucked harshly at your neck before his teeth scraped lightly against your skin.

“Is this something Jabba would punish us for?” You asked honestly, though really not giving a damn about that big slug in this moment. But it could definitely be a future problem. And you didn’t want anything to happen to Boba on your account.

“Never quite tested that,” Boba answered a little hastily, kissing your lips again, and then opening his mouth to let his tongue taste you once more as his hand moved from your waist down to the slit in your dress and then beneath it.

His roaming glove felt so good on your thigh though and all the sudden you were wishing he’d drop his helmet out of his other hand to use both hands fully.

He spoke in between more kisses, still thinking out loud, “But Jabba always wants control. He might see this as a way to further assure my loyalty…by using you as a reward for me.”

His hand under your dress had moved to your bottom, squeezing it harshly as he kept on. “Yet that also could be dangerous for you. If he ever thought he needed to punish me…he could hurt you instead.”

“He owns me either way. What does it matter?” You argued, a little frustrated now of how protected he really was by his outfit. There wasn’t a bit of skin you could get to except for his face and head.

“Easy to say that now,” Boba breathed, seeming to try and regain his focus as your hands moved all around over his suit. “We’re too exposed out here. If you actually do want this armor off…you need to say so.”

He was clearly between a rock and a hard place. He wanted to continue, but refused to just assume that you wanted the same.

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” You said with confidence however. “I do want this. Show me where we need to go.”

His hesitation might still be there, but it was brief. “To my ship.” He said. “I don’t want to call it in though. Too many might ask questions of why I’d be traveling tonight if they see it in the air. It’s parked near the palace. I can take you to it.”

“Okay,” You agreed, flustered for more than one reason as you watched him slide his helmet back on before picking you up into his arms.

“Hold onto me,” he instructed.

But he didn’t have to tell you twice. You weren’t the biggest fan of heights anyway. And as his jetpack ignited, you closed your eyes to bury your head against him.

It wasn’t a long flight, but it was cold and it was windy. You were chilled by the time your feet had touched the ground again. But you realized you were now back beside the palace. A ship was there as Boba walked towards it. He pressed something on one of his gauntlets and a door dropped down to make a walkway leading inside.

“This is the Slave 1,” Boba said even as you saw him still scanning the surroundings to make sure you had no unwanted company.

But you followed him inside rather quickly, letting him close the door to seal the ship back behind you both.

The lights inside were dim, but he took your hand, leading you easily through. “It’s an old ship, but the closest I have left to a home.”

As you moved through a corridor you came to a small ladder. He motioned towards it. “Up here. You go, I’ll follow you so you don’t slip in those shoes.”

“Yeah, I’m about done with these,” You commented, kicking them off at the base of the ladder instead. “Or maybe you just want to enjoy the view by going behind me instead.”

You actually got a small chuckle out of him at that as you headed up the ladder and he followed.

Once up at that next level, the ceiling was very low. You had to watch your head as you waited for him.

“Space was always at a premium on these older ships,” He said as he joined you. There was a storage drawer he then opened, sliding off his helmet again before he placed it inside. You had found his small sleeping area off to the side. A mattress really suited for just one person was inlaid into the metal floor as you sat on it to wait for him.

But you decided you might as well appreciate the show as he took off his jetpack and cape next, and then one piece of armor after another as well as all his weapons. He laid each carefully in the storage drawers. He then removed his gloves and boots. When he was down to just the white flightsuit as you called it in your own mind, he unzipped it, exposing his chest before he pulled his arms out and slid the whole thing down so that he could step out of it.

The assortment of scars across his bare skin wasn’t all that unexpected. You were sure every single one had a deeper story. But it was also interesting how clearly the worst ones followed only where the gaps in his armor would have been. He was a little more muscular than you’d expected as well. Yet it’d been hard to get a good idea of his real body type under all that gear. But you liked what you were now seeing.

“So that’s what kind of underwear bounty hunters wear, huh?” You asked in respect to his black briefs.

“I’ve tried going bare, it chafes the skin too much,” He retorted lightly.

“Maybe that codpiece of yours was too tight,” You teased back.

“Now you’re getting a little bit of attitude I hadn’t heard before.” He commented. “Getting more confident now that you’re getting something that you want?”

You smirked. It was a bit of nerves at play too of course. You didn’t want to disappoint him after everything had already gone this far.

But his interest hadn’t seemed to have waned at all as he moved onto the bed with you now. You tried to look more at his eyes instead of the bulge beneath his underwear as he began kissing you again. You didn’t want to psyche yourself out with your repeating astonished thoughts that this man that you wanted could actually want you back.

His hands were roaming over your dress by then. But you didn’t have to show him anything. He found the zipper and the clasps that were holding it closed quickly enough.

You were expectant, waiting for him to slide it from your shoulders as he moved his lips to your ear and asked you once more.

“Are you sure? I can still stop.” He promised you, even as he leaned in to suck at your neck again.

“Don’t stop,” You answered back to him though, pulling at your own dress in clear signal to him that you wanted it the rest of the way off.

“As you wish.” He conceded easily, then raising back up to slide your dress from your shoulders as you pulled your arms out of it.

The dress had had a built in bra, so there was nothing left to cover your chest once it was removed. He paused with an approving glance, looking down at your breasts.

But he wasn’t ready to give them his full attention just yet. He wanted the whole dress out of the way as he pulled it over your hips as well and then down your legs.

The soft fabric slid away easily as he tossed it aside and away from the bed. You now had nothing on but the underwear covering between your legs and the jewelry on your wrists and neck that they’d given you at the palace.

He didn’t miss your own scars either then. Burns is what they were. The only way out of the destruction of New Mernoir had been through.

You were both damaged. But this was your truth. This was what you really were.

“What part of you is most sensitive?” He only asked, with his hands now moving to your breasts and the erect nipples the cold air had given you.

It was hard to answer him though as he grasped your breasts, kneading them against his rough palms before he toyed with your nipples as well.

Couldn’t it all be sensitive? You wondered. “Just go where you want,” You said honestly, but maybe not that helpfully. “It all feels good.”

“No one is that simple,” he quipped back, just before he leaned back down to kiss and then suck each breast individually.

You could feel that growing hardness of his pressing you now though from within his underwear. It scraped against you and you didn’t know how long you could really put up with the foreplay honestly before you’d want that barrier gone in order to feel him fully.

“So were you thinking of something like this ever since I came to the palace?” You asked, the back and forth talk actually making you more aroused since he was normally so quiet otherwise.

He glanced up from his work on your chest as his hand ran down to the side of your underwear, toying with it. “I’m not that presumptuous,” he said. “But the more I saw, the closer I wanted to get.”

His fingers moved around, feeling over your underwear as you opened your legs up somewhat at the touch. His eyebrows raised as he felt that little bit of wetness already wicking through the fabric and onto his fingertips as well.

“And how long have you been wanting to see under my armor? Just tonight?“ He asked as his fingers pressed you even harder through your underwear.

You squirmed. “I didn’t think anyone in the palace could even see me this way. But I was curious about you. I might have acted sooner if I knew this was possible.”

He smirked, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained. You sell yourself short in many things I think.”

He was still watching your reaction though as he did pull your underwear down then. Gently to your ankles before slipping it off your feet and onto the floor with your dress.

“If you don’t like something, tell me.” Boba said, you not really knowing what he was about to do before he scooted down the bed enough that his face was now even with your navel. He glanced back up at you briefly before he began kissing a trail further down your abdomen, even across the scars.

His hands were strong as they moved to hold your thighs open and you felt his warm breath between your legs just before he began to kiss there too. Lightly at first, letting you get used to his mouth pressing there at all before his tongue moved out against your clit suddenly.

You squirmed with a little gasp and you could feel him smile against you.

“Was that the sweet spot then?” He asked headily, before licking you again and then softly sucking that same little hub of nerve endings.

Your hand grasped a little desperately into his short hair, but he seemed to enjoy the pull. As he started to kiss and suck you harder, his tongue also working the area periodically to vary the sensation.

It felt amazing, but over stimulating at the same time as you let out a short moan and your thighs tried to close on him.

He chuckled, easily strong enough to stop you. But he eased up on his mouth movements then long enough that you could recover and gather yourself.

“You are very sensitive. Has no one taken the time down here before?” He asked with a little hint of disbelief.

“No.” You answered honestly. It’s not like you’d had many real relationships. More just some one off experiences here or there as you were growing up. But once you’d lost everyone and everything after the Empire’s attack, there’d been no time to trust anyone else either when on the run.

“You’ve been wasting time on the wrong kinds of partners then.” He said almost gently, licking you again in test as you squirmed strongly beneath him once more. He rubbed your thighs after that though, just having you relax again. “Alright, we can try that another time, yeah? It’s too much right now and that’s fine.”

As he pulled himself back up to look at you again his hand slid between your legs instead. “How about this?” He asked as his fingers moved side to side over your clit, firm but not harsh before stroking vertically after. Your own arousal provided the lubrication for him to gently start moving one fingertip and then two in and out your entrance as he continued.

“Is that your trigger finger then?” You taunted, spreading your legs wider again as you arched into that pressure gladly.

He raised an eyebrow, but was looking amused at your dirty joke as he flicked your entrance briefly by pulling one of his fingers indeed as if he were squeezing a trigger. “That one is. It’s good to be multipurpose isn’t it?”

“No complaints here.” You agreed.

And Boba leaned forward to begin kissing you again at that while his hand continued to work between your legs.

You were growing wetter and wetter as he slid one finger fully in and out and then gradually a second as you started to buck your hips against that movement.

“Are you ready then?” His voice was sounding a little raspier there. He clearly was getting enthralled himself now, wanting to proceed to what you’d both come here for.

“Yes.” You almost pleaded, your hands moving down to his underwear that was still between the two of you. It needed to be off and gone right now.

He was on his knees in between your legs as he helped you pull the fabric away. He was already so very hard as his manhood sprung easily free. He shifted to slide the underwear off his legs, throwing it aside before he let you have that moment to fully look at him.

And you let your hand enclose around his shaft as you took the sight in, stroking its full length as you indeed appreciated the privilege of seeing him fully bared this way. His body was clearly strong, but vulnerable to you now at the very same time.

No mask, no armor, just skin to skin as he started to thrust gently into your hand.

He was passionate and thorough. He’d already taken this much time with you. But maybe that’s just how he was in all aspects of his life. Perhaps to him, any job worth doing, really was worth doing right. He was already an infamous hunter, yet maybe an even better lover?

You hoped this wouldn’t be the only time you’d get to find out as you pulled him a little to guide his member to your still wet entrance.

And he let you have control, only pushing in slowly once you let go of his length in order to grab his hips instead, pulling him in more and more.

You felt yourself stretching. There was some little moments of pain, but he was also being so careful. Every time you winced a little, he stopped. Letting your body get used to each further inch, one at a time until at last you felt his abdomen press nearly flush to yours.

He was now sheathed in you and the pressure alone felt amazing. Like it was always supposed to be this way. As if your body was meant for this very moment.

He was affected too by having you fully around hm. His breathing had changed as he pulled your legs up so that your ankles were now resting on his shoulders. He held your legs apart that way, himself kneeling on the bed in front of you and with his own legs also partly spread as he began to thrust inside of you.

Slow at first of course, letting your wetness lubricate his whole length, so no skin dragged or pulled before he began to pump his hips faster.

You moaned. Every time he was at that deepest point again, your toes wanted to curl and you couldn’t help but feel that you wanted to call out to him. Did he know the feeling was now like little shots of electricity going through your body? Making your muscles contract outside of your control as he began pumping in and out of you with his hands still holding your legs up and spread lewdly before him.

“You like that?” He growled, giving in to the pleasure himself as he gradually started thrusting without slowing anymore, as if this was his damn job now.

And oh, you more than liked it. For this moment, nothing else existed outside of this bed on this old ship on this trash, crime infested planet. Not a thing in the galaxy mattered to you now except this bounty hunter that you wanted every part of.

“Harder,” You dared to say, wondering if you’d even be able to walk straight when this was through.

But somehow he still had more in reserve, and he did thrust even harder at your instruction, letting out a growling type moan of his own. It was practically predatory, a beast being sated by every bit of you that he could take.

You didn’t know his full past. Yet you felt you could trust your instincts that he hadn’t had anything close to this level of intimacy in a long time. He was very experienced clearly. But for how much he seemed almost as overwhelmed as you in the sensations of all this, this wasn’t an everyday thing for him either.

His hands ran down your legs as he kept pumping his hips. His palms then moved to your breasts again, grasping them roughly as your torso heaved in sync with him.

He wanted to touch everything. He wanted you to feel everything. His fingers ran down your stomach next, tracing the little beads of sweat that had formed in the heat that your bodies were generating.

And even with himself still fully inside of you, his fingers found the sensitive flesh just above your entrance again as he began teasing it once more.

It was so simple, but those administrations paired with his riding you were making you tremble and he felt it.

“I’m already close,” he breathed out sometime later, trying to warn you.

But you would take a contraceptive afterward. You knew those things were sold like candy everywhere, even on Tatooine. Someone in the palace would have some. It would all be fine. But it was nice of him to give you the choice as you stroked your hands up and down his tight chest while you bid him to let himself fully go. “It’s okay. I want it. Stay in.”

He was panting in arousal, still riding you with that impressive endurance. But he couldn’t hide the expression on his face as that pleasure built and built higher until at last it finally broke across him.

He shuddered with his orgasm, and he actually said your name before you felt that hot liquid pulsing up and out of him, burying itself inside of you as you arched into it.

A little overran to escape out, dripping down and onto the sheets beneath you. But in that bliss, neither of you cared.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, looking at him in satisfaction before pulling your legs off his shoulders to lay them down in the bed again so that he could move in closer to lay with you.

He didn’t pull out even then though, just rolling you both afterward so you were on your sides facing each other in the small bed. He kissed you and held you there as his arms wrapped around you.

He then closed his eyes, laying his face down beside yours as his breathing began to steady again.

“There’s still several hours of darkness left before the suns rise again.” He said about as relaxed as you’d ever heard him. “I’ll set an alarm and bring you back to the barge before then.”

“Fine with me,” You answered, in no hurry at all to leave him now.

This could last forever for all you cared.

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But time stopped for no one. And an annoying electronic buzzing did sound eventually, stirring you both from sleep then as you had to untangle yourselves from each other and the blankets you’d been cocooned in.

You still couldn’t help but watch his naked form again though as he got up reluctantly before stretching. And you got to see his routine as he suited back up, hiding himself beneath that Mandalorian armor once more, one piece at a time.

But as intimidating as he could look, with his guns and weapons all equipped again as well, you had to snicker a little when the bounty hunter also had to take his gloves back off a moment to help you with the small clasps and zipper to get your dress back on.

By the time the two of you left his ship, a faint glow was just starting to emerge on the dark horizon. Only a few minutes left until sunrise as he took you in his arms again before taking off with the jetpack once more.

Unfortunately one of your shoes didn’t make it all the way back this time, falling off somewhere in between as you told him it wasn’t at all worth going back for.

When you landed and reached the ramp to walk back up into the sail barge, the dawn was really breaking. Trash was clearly still scattered all about from the partying the night before. To your surprise even some hungover stormtroopers were sitting with their helmets off, looking a little sick as they barely acknowledged either of you as you passed.

Boba scoffed quietly at them, but you kept close to him, still not thrilled about the Empire’s presence here regardless.

And you were keeping an eye on the soldiers so much so that you almost ran into Boba’s back when he suddenly stopped in front of you on the ramp.

“Hors d'oeuvre?” A voice called down from on deck as you looked up to what Boba had already seen.

“Out of the way, Solo,” That dangerous ice voice emerged from Boba once again.

“I like these little green ones. No idea what they are.” Han just continued, popping another into his mouth even if you saw he was also watching the hunter just as warily as he had in the cantina. “Have a pretty good night huh?” Han added with a bit of a shit eating grin on his face then. “Always a good one when someone loses a shoe I always say.”

He was putting two and two together obviously. And he didn’t miss a detail either, even that of just your one bare foot barely peeking out from beneath your dress. But why the opinion of some scruffy looking smuggler should matter to you was a question no one should ask. Because it didn’t.

Han at least did have enough sense of self preservation to back up and allow the two of you to pass however. But there was still some snideness in his tone as he just wouldn’t shut up. “You know I had a pretty good night myself. Maybe not that kind of good,” He smirked at you especially on the emphasis there. “But me and Chewie cleaned up at the Sanctuary after your bad luck left, Fett. So many credits in fact that Jabba’s already decided to extend my repayment timeline as of this morning.”

“What?” Boba grunted.

“Yep, I get a whole other month now. That slug really is a sweetheart deep down isn’t he? You know I’m his favorite right?” Han grinned, clearly enjoying the game of rubbing this in Boba’s face you realized. Yet he had one more barb he’d saved for last as he began to stroll away, “Oh, and Jabba said for you to come see him as soon as you slinked back up here this morning. Good luck with that, buddy!”

The resulting frustration you could almost feel coming from Boba in waves, even if he didn’t lose his composure. “Go find your droid.” He instructed to you instead. “The barge will be going back to the palace soon. I’ll contact you again when it’s appropriate.”

“Was that guy just talking out of his ass, or-” You started to ask in a concerned tone.

“The empty can rattles the loudest.” Boba grumbled. “That saying couldn’t have a better walking example. I’ll be fine.”

He turned his helmet to look at you one more time however as he spoke his own form of goodbye. “You be careful.”

It might have sounded like an odd note for him to end things on. But you now knew that for someone like Fett, even that simple sentiment meant a whole lot more. He was admitting that he could actually care what happened to you now.

“You too.” You agreed, just watching him nod at you then before he walked away towards the inside of the barge where Jabba’s court would be.

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A tired Bib Fortuna was seated among other over indulged court members, but looked up as the bounty hunter strode into the room.

“Oh, Boba,” Fortuna blinked as if a headache was straining him in the sunlight now coming through the windows. “We were looking for you.”

The snores and half gargling sound of a now sleeping Jabba also permeated the room.

“I was in Mos Espa and then went back to my ship.” Boba answered plainly.

“Lord Jabba wanted to speak to you, but, well,” The Twi’lek motioned to the crimelord’s now drooling frame.

“Then summon me again when he awakens.” The hunter answered, starting to leave again.

But he wasn’t to the door before violent coughing and retching echoed from the slug, and the large orange eyes slid open again.

“Boba…” Jabba called, seeing that familiar silhouette near the doorway.

And he had no choice but to turn back then, walking up closer to where the Hutt loomed. “Lord Jabba, how can I be of service?” Boba questioned in that to the point, cold tone.

To this the slug laughed though, chuckling for a moment before speaking back to the hunter in Huttese.

“Always straight to business! Young Boba, you remind me so of your father in that way. It is why I like you so much! You always get the job done for me.” Yet the Hutt’s eyes still narrowed a little as he continued, then giving an order for all others to leave the room save for Fortuna so that he and Fett could discuss matters more privately.

Boba only remained silent at all of this however. He wasn’t fully sure the direction yet, but he had a few good guesses.

When the others were gone, his patron continued. “Captain Solo was here earlier. He paid me only a pittance in credits of course, a fraction of the losses that now hang over his foolish head. But he told me a nice story too, how he always does when he wishes to shift attention away from his own failures. He does entertain me in that way at least.”

Boba just had to endure the pilot’s name once more as Jabba chuckled again before explaining further.

“He told me about your little run in in Mos Espa. He wanted to make sure that I was aware of you and the droid maker once he asked around of who she was. He hoped I would at least chastise you for taking my property without permission. But of course Solo is still too young to our operations to understand all the allowances that I give you, or why. That I always want my best hunter to have his fill when he needs it!”

Yes, Jabba had actually offered Boba first go at new slaves many times. Fett had desires like anyone else, but he’d never accepted someone that was forced upon him. Paying him with women just didn’t work with the remnants of that inner code his father had instilled in him, what was left of that Mandalorian honor within their lineage.

But Boba knew this was not the real point of all this either as he was finally the one to speak then. “Yes, I was with the girl last night. And the opportunity did come up for me to confront her as you asked me to. But I don’t have the information you’re looking for.”

The Empire had been hunting for a supposed Rebel cell in the Outer Rim for months. And anyone who wanted favor with the imperials was thereby in a race to be the first to find it for them.

So when an informant came to Jabba saying you matched too closely to the New Mernoir governor’s daughter whose body had never been found, that had gotten the crimeboss extremely hopeful in having a lead that no one else did.

But the job in finding out the real truth had been assigned to Boba. One of those fateful moments that actually intertwined his personal interest in you with the then added professional reason to remain close by as well.

Yet these results would not be the ones Jabba had wanted.

And the slug did snort in response and for the first time of the whole conversation, Fortuna also looked up with a little concern at the displeased sound.

“Then she denies any rebel ties at all?” Jabba questioned in louder annoyance.

But Boba didn’t flinch, too used to these mood swings. “She does. And she also blames the rebels for the deaths of her family just as much as the soldiers that actually did the job.”

But Jabba insisted. “And you truly pressed her? Or did you let those other wants cloud your mind, hunter?”

To this hint of skepticism at his word, Boba did feel a little anger rising, though his voice did not change. “I recognized her hatred for what became of her family because of them.” It was too similar to all that had haunted him for so many years with Jango’s death. “She has not joined the rebels, no more than I would join a Jedi.”

Jabba groaned. Knowing full well what kind of self assuredness Boba must have to say such a thing. “But she is the governor’s daughter? Was the informant at least right about that?”

“She is, but she won’t be the connection the Empire is looking for to burn the rebels out of the Outer Rim. She has no rebel contacts.”

The slug glared in silence for a moment. But eventually past experience won out. “I have never seen you proven wrong before, Boba. And because of that, I accept your findings. But understand as well, my hunter, we must keep looking for ways to please the Empire. A war is coming, and we will remain on the side that will survive. The side that will continue to profit. I’d hoped she could be a gift we could deliver to them with their arrival now. But if you say she has no value, then I’m sending you in her place.”

Fortuna coughed awkwardly, about the only sound in the room then before Jabba clarified. “That imperial cruiser in orbit, they do have some bounties that the hunters guild keeps failing them on. I’ll have them transmit the data to your ship. Go take care of it, Boba. Show them how we do it. At least that will be something we can offer.”

“Yes, Lord Jabba,” Boba responded forcefully. He knew he was no longer being asked. He was being told. Jabba would get over this failure in time, but this conversation was now over.

The hunter bowed his helmet slightly and then turned to leave the room once more, his mind going back to all the myriad of other ways this could have gone as he walked back out into the sunlight.

It was so odd to have any afterthoughts at all. His mind normally only focused singularly on one task to the next. But the way he’d felt last night had been just as rare. It did something to him. And if you’d answered him any differently when he’d asked what you were, if you really had had valuable intel on the rebels, he still would have had to pry it from you.

Would you still have wanted him then in whatever came after? Maybe he’d never know. He still didn’t know really as it was today if you’d want to see him again. But as he ignited his jet pack to return to Slave 1, he realized for the first time in memory he also wanted to come back and find out.

When these jobs were done, he would be back. He would find you and find out how deep this really ran.

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(End. May write more for this pairing later. Thank you for reading!)

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Chapter 15: A Clan of Three

Warnings: really bad depression and mourning in the beginning, mentions of large amounts of death and violence, and injury.

Author’s Note: Almost to the end! I hope you enjoy! I also went a bit off canon for this one, so I hope that’s ok!

(Gif gotten from fuckyeahgrogu)

Your walk down in the sewers was….. indescribable.

You felt like the opposite of a ghost. You weren’t a soul roaming the sewers, you were just a body. Only the physical means of you survived this long, and the remaining piece of your soul was left behind with your Mandalorian.

So much so, that you didn’t even know where you were going. You presumed a way out was the end goal, but you didn’t even think about it. You stared at the floor for what felt like hours, sniffling and trying to find your breath.

You hadn’t felt like this before. Not even when Mando figured out who you were…. because he was there.

You didn’t care if he was bloodied, bruised, half dead, or had a physical ailment for the rest of his life that forced you and only you to carry him for the rest of your days….. you just wanted him here.

The kid seemed to be having the same feelings of numbness and shock that you did. His emotions were completely blocked from you and you could tell he didn’t want you to know what he was actually thinking. You couldn’t blame him, your walls reached their peak once more when you felt Mando squeeze your hand one final time.

How did you even get here? Weren’t you trained to always put the mission first? Why did all of your rational and strategic thoughts go out the window as soon as Mando ate with you the first time?

You wanted to go back in time and tell yourself to look at him for even a second longer. Ask him a stupid question one more time. Just one glimpse would tie you over enough to at least speak again.

“I uh… I made the IG promise to bring him,” Cara said at one point, but you didn’t even react.

You were grateful for her trying to lift you up when mere minutes ago she thought you were the reason everything went wrong, but it felt as if it wasn’t even worth it to hope that Mando was alive. Not when there was a chance he could be dead.

You thought about turning back one too many times, but you couldn’t betray Mando like that.

He asked for a warrior’s death… and he got one.

The child started acting funny and crying in your arms, and you tried to sooth him.

“It’s ok little guy,” you whispered into his ear, trying to keep your burning throat at bay. “We have to get out of here, ok?”

But it was no use. The kid wouldn’t stand still.

You almost let your frustration with him get the better of you, until you felt it.

The tiniest, faintest tingle crawling up your spine, causing your brain to echo danger throughout the rest of your body.

Something’s coming.

You spun around, eyes widening as you scanned your surroundings. Your eyes were wide and your heartbeat quickened.

You didn’t know if you had another fight in you.

Cara saw your quick movement and spun around as well, using her flashlight to illuminate the tunnel.

“What is it?” Karga asked, and you slowly but surely heard footsteps approaching.

You wiped your tear stained face and took your longspear from its holder on your back.

Mando wasn’t here. You had to take care of the child, and dying in a sewer underneath an Empire base wasn’t the way you wanted to go.

The form of IG-11 appeared through the faint shine of Cara’s light, and you expected to be disappointed.

You expected him to apologize for your loss and be on his way.

But, a limping form of shiny metal was right beside him, and you felt yourself enter your body once more.

The feeling was almost euphoric. If this was the only blessing the universe could give you in your whole life, you would be a damn happy woman.

Cara instantly ran to him to help him stay up, but your shock and joy only allowed your body to drop your longspear and stay frozen in place.

The child squealed slightly in your arms, and that was the noise that made it real.

This was real. He was here.

Not even a second after Cara helped prop him up did you run to his side, slightly slowing down once you got to him, and collide with his chest.

You felt the tears of pure joy start exiting your eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the small puff of air Mando released when your chests collided.

“Easy,” he chucked out, and you laughed into his armored neck, only squeezing tighter. He rubbed your back with his free arm as you sobbed happily into his neck, and the child tapped Mando’s chest slightly with happy giggles.

You finally pulled away to place your hand on the side of his visor, framing the helmet, and looked into his eyes.

You were stuck in an Emperial sewer, beaten and bruised, with virtually no way out in sight….

…but this wasn’t the last time you would look into his eyes, and that was enough.

“Sorry to.. break up the reunion… but we are kinda stuck,” Karga finally stated, and you let out a breathy laugh with Mando following with one as well.

You kissed his cheek, and then lifted his arm over your shoulders while your free arm reached around his back to help Cara move him down the hallways.

It felt good to finally help Mando up, after the many times he had helped you. Even in the horrible circumstances you were in, you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“Do you know which way to go?” Cara asked Mando, referring to the coverts he had lived in before.

“No, I don’t know these tunnels,” Mando admitted, the child still managing to giggle in your arms.

“If we follow the smell of sulfur, it will lead us to the lava river,” Karga said.

“The Imps will catch us before we make the ship,” Mando said, and you couldn’t help but agree.

“We need the Mandalorians to escort us to safety.”

You could tell Mando was using his helmet to search for tracks, and you could feel his body becoming stronger. So much so, that he started standing and walking on his own.

You felt more relieved than you could even explain. Your “partner in crime” of sorts was back by your side, and it felt damn good.

The group was moving faster, until Mando stopped abruptly after turning down a corridor.

A huge pile of Mandalorian armor and helmets was laying on the floor in front of Mando, and he dropped to his knees.

You knew what this meant…. the Empire had taken an entire covert of Mandalorians down. This was Mando’s family, and the Empire had plucked them off their list as if they were nothing.

“We should go,” Cara said, trying to be gentle for Mando’s sake.

“You go. Leave the ship. I can’t leave it this way,” he said, and the familiar pain in his voice was returning.

You bowed your head slightly, trying to show respect to the warriors in the little time you had to stay there. You had fought Mandalorians before, and they were some of the fiercest people you had ever met. They deserved better than this.

“Did you know about this?” Mando asked Karga, and you could hear the venom returning to his voice.

“Is this the work of your bounty hunters?” Mando said, getting more into Karga’s face. The anger in Mando was strong and dangerous. If the group started fighting each other, there was no way any of you were making it out alive.

“It was not his fault,” a voice said from behind you, and a woman Mandalorian appeared from the shadows.

She was taller, but lean and built. She looked strong and tough, but you could feel her mourning as well.

“We knew what would could happen if we left this place. The Imperials arrived shortly thereafter,” she said, referring to when the covert revealed themselves to save Mando.

He had very briefly explained how he got the kid off of this planet before, but you didn’t realize an entire covert of Mandalorians revealed themselves. You were surprised the Empire didn’t wipe them out sooner.

“Did any survive?” he asked the woman.

“I hope so. Some may have escaped off world,” she responded.

Mando took a moment to think, before looking up at her and saying, “come with us.”

“No,” she said instantly. “I will not abandon this place until I have salvaged what remains.”

She began to gather up pieces of armor from the pile and holding them above large blue flames.

“Show me whose safety deemed such destruction,” she asked, and everyone turned to the child in your arms.

“This is the one,” Mando said, gesturing to the now sleeping child.

You tried to keep your face neutral, looking down at the child, but all the eyes on him scared you. This woman was in deep grief, you could feel it, and that made people react in very rash ways. If she felt that Mando was at fault for the pain she had….

“This is the one that you hunted, then saved?” she asked, and the confusion in her voice was slightly comical.

“Yes,” Mando responded. “The one that saved me as well.”

“It looks helpless,” she said.

“It is injured, but not helpless,” Mando responded. “We think he has the powers of a Jedi.”

“Ah, yes, Jedi,” the woman responded, and your heart tightened with fear. If she knew about Jedi, then she had to know what you once were.

“The songs of eons past tell of battles between Mandalore the Great and the Jedi.”

“Are they an enemy to us?” Mando asked cautiously, and you could feel the protective emotions he felt towards his creed and his people.

“No,” she said. “Its kind were enemies, but this individual is not.”

She looked at the child once more. “It is a foundling. By Creed, it is in your care.”

Mando tightened, as did you.

“You have no choice. You must reunite it with its own kind.”

“Where,” Mando asked.

“This you must determine.”

“You expect me to search the galaxy for the home of this creature and deliver it to enemy sorcerers?” he asked, and you couldn’t help the faint grin on your face at his bluntness.

“Until that time, or it comes of age, it is in your care,” the woman said.

“You are as it’s father,” she said, and your eyes widened.

Mando was a father?

If Mando was the kid’s father….. what does that make you?

“And you,” the woman says, looking at you straight on. Your head popped up to meet her gaze, trying to hide the timidity and wonder in your eyes.

“You have helped?” she asks, and you glance at Mando with your eyes for less than a second before meeting the woman’s gaze again.

“Yes,” he responded for you, registering that you were asking for his help. Normally, you didn’t like when people talked for you, but this was Mando’s department, and you didn’t want to speak incorrectly for him.

“She keeps the child safe, same as I do,” Mando says, looking at the woman with confidence.

You grin slightly, looking at the child once more.

“Well then… if you so choose… you are a clan of three,” the woman says, and your eyes snap back to Mando, who is already looking at you.

You had heard about the Mandalorian clans. They treated each other like family, and fought till the death for each other. It had been something you had never had before, but if you were going to do it with anyone, it would be with Mando.

This thought boosted your confidence, and you gave Mando a slight nod of your head, showing that you want this. You want him.

Mando nods back, and says, “Yes. If that is possible.”

You feel the blush creep up your face, and even if you were in a dark and shadowy room, everyone could see it.

You were in his clan. His family. You wanted to jump for joy and squeeze into Mando’s arms once more.

“You have earned your signet,” the woman said, affixing the mudhorn signet to Mando’s right arm.

“You are a clan of three.”

You felt the happy tears creep up again, but you blinked them away. Trying not to ruin the moment.

“Thank you,” Mando stated. “I will wear this with honor.”

You were convinced you had never been happier. The day started with Kuiil dying, fighting for your life, and Mando almost dying, but you made it through. You made it to right here.

You bowed slightly to the woman.

“Thank you,” you said. “I am honored.”

“The honor is mine,” she says to you.

You smiled up at her, enjoying the butterflies in your tummy and the happiness in your eyes.

You had everything you ever wanted… now, you just needed to get out.

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YA SFF Books by Latinx Authors

A Fierce and Subtle Poison by Samantha Mabry: Spending the summer with his hotel-developer father in Puerto Rico, 17-year-old Lucas turns to a legendary cursed girl filled with poison when his girlfriend mysteriously disappears.

All the Wind in the World by Samantha Mabry: Working in the maguey fields of the Southwest, Sarah Jac and James are in love but forced to start over on a ranch that is possibly cursed where the delicate balance in their relationship begins to give way.

Beneath the Citadel by Destiny Soria: In the city of Eldra, people are ruled by ancient prophecies. For centuries, the high council has stayed in power by virtue of the prophecies of the elder seers. In the present day, Cassa, the orphaned daughter of rebels, is determined to fight back against the high council. But by the time Cassa and her friends uncover the mystery of the final infallible prophecy, it may be too late to save the city — or themselves.

Blanca & Roja by Anne-Marie McLemore: The del Cisne girls, Blanca & Roja, have never just been sisters; they’re also rivals. Because of a generations-old spell, their family is bound to a bevy of swans deep in the woods. But when two local boys become drawn into the game, the swans’ spell intertwines with the strange and unpredictable magic lacing the woods, and all four of their fates depend on facing truths that could either save or destroy them.

Blazewrath Games by Amparo Ortiz: 17-year-old Lana Torres, who after rescuing a prized dragon, is awarded a spot on her native Puerto Rico’s Blazewrath World Cup team. But the return of the Sire, an ancient dragon, soon threatens to compromise this year’s tournament.

They Both Die in the End by Adam Silvera: Set in a near-future New York City where a service alerts people on the day they will die, about two teens who meet using the Last Friend app and are faced with the challenge of living a lifetime on their End Day.

The Body Market (Wired #2) by Donna Freitas: When Skylar's sister betrays her and opens the Body Market, everyone in the App World is for sale and Skylar resolves to stop her sister and the malevolent market.

Bruja Born (Brooklyn Brujas #2) by Zoraida Cordova: Teenage bruja Lula Mortiz tries to save her boyfriend, Maks, by cheating Death; however, Lady de la Muerte is not so easily bested.

The Buried by Melissa Grey: After disaster strikes the remote town of Indigo Falls. A horrific event drove the residents underground, into shelters that keep them safe from the danger on the surface. Now, a handful of families inhabit this bunker together, guided by a charismatic leader named Dr. Imogen Moran.

Cazadora (Wolves of No World #2) by Romina Garber: In this follow-up to Lobizona, Manu and her friends as they continue to fight for a better future.

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas: Latinx trans teen Yadriel, hoping to release his cousin’s spirit and prove himself as a brujo, accidentally summons the wrong ghost and resident bad boy Julian Diaz, falling in love with him.

Dark and Deepest Red by Anna-Marie McLemore: Summer, 1518. A strange sickness sweeps through Strasbourg: women dance in the streets, some until they fall down dead. As rumors of witchcraft spread, suspicion turns toward Lavinia and her family. Five centuries later, a pair of red shoes seal to Rosella Oliva’s feet, making her dance uncontrollably. They draw her toward a boy who knows the dancing fever’s history better than anyone: Emil.

Dealing in Dreams by Lilliam Rivera: 16-year-old Nalah leads the fiercest all-girl crew in Mega City, but when she sets her sights on giving this life up for a prestigious home in Mega Towers, she must decide if she’s willing to do the unspeakable to get what she wants.

Diamond City by Francesca Flores: Pulled from the streets at age twelve and trained to become one of the most powerful assassins in Sumerand, Aina Solis discovers a conspiracy that could rewrite the kingdom's history.

Dragonblood Ring (Blazewrath Games #2) by Amparo Ortiz: After the Sire’s capture, teen athletes Lana Torres and Victoria Peralta travel to Puerto Rico with their former Blazewrath team. While Lana discovers her roots, nothing fills the void Blazewrath’s cancelation has left in Victoria. But it’s up to their team and the Bureau to protect their dragons.

Each of Us a Desert by Mark Oshiro: Xochital is destined to wander the desert alone. Her one desire: to share her heart with a kindred spirit. One night, Xo’s wish is granted—in the form of Emilia, the cold and beautiful daughter of the town’s murderous mayor. But when the two set out on a magical journey across the desert, they find their hearts could be a match… if only they can survive the nightmare-like terrors that arise when the sun goes down.

Fire with Fire by Destiny Soria: A contemporary fantasy about two sisters, Dani and Eden Rivera, who were raised to be fierce dragon slayers but end up on opposite sides of the impending war when one sister forms an unlikely, magical bond with a dragon.

The First 7 (The Last 8 #2) by Laura Pohl: After leaving Earth, now devastated by an alien attack, and exploring the galaxy, Clover Martinez and her fellow teen survivors return home to find crystal formations in the soil that are threatening to destroy the planet, and a colony of survivors who are not who they seem.

Five Midnights by Ann Davila Cardinal: If Lupe Dávila and Javier Utierre can survive each other’s company, together they can solve a series of grisly murders sweeping though Puerto Rico. But the clues lead them out of the real world and into the realm of myths and legends.

The Grief Keeper by Alexandra Villasante: To have her family’s asylum request accepted, 17-year-old Marisol participates in a risky experiment to become a grief keeper, taking another’s grief into her own body to save a life.

The Healer by Donna Freitas: Manifesting astonishing healing powers that cause some people to consider her a saint, Marlena Oliveria struggles with edicts that prevent her from attending school, having friends and falling in love when she meets a boy who makes her question what she is willing to sacrifice.

Hollywood Witch Hunter by Valerie Tejeda: When a coven bent on retaining their youth must sacrifice the beautiful, and rich women of Southern California, a society of witch hunters will try to protect humans from a great evil uprising.

Incendiary by Zoraida Cordova: As Renata Convida grows more deeply embedded in the politics of the royal court, she uncovers a secret in her past that could change the entire fate of the kingdom–and end a costly war.

Illusionary (Hollow Crown #2) by Zoraida Córdova: Reeling from betrayal, Renata Convida is a girl on the run. With few options and fewer allies, she reluctantly joins forces with none other than Prince Castian, her most infuriating and intriguing enemy.

Infinity Son by Adam Silvera: In the Bronx, two brothers, Emil and Brighton, get caught up in a magical war generations in the making.

Infinity Reaper (Infinity Cycle #2) by Adam Silvera: Emil and Brighton Rey defied the odds. When Brighton drank the Reaper’s Blood, he believed it would make him invincible, but instead the potion is killing him. In Emil’s race to find an antidote that will not only save his brother but also rid him of his own unwanted phoenix powers, he will have to dig deep into his past lives.

Iron Cast by Destiny Soria: In 1919 Boston, best friends Corinne and Ada perform illegally as illusionists in an infamous gangster's nightclub, using their "afflicted" blood to con Boston's elite, until the law closes in.

Labyrinth Lost by Zoraida Cordova: Alex is a bruja and the most powerful witch in her family. . When a curse she performs to rid herself of magic backfires and her family vanishes, she must travel to Los Lagos to get her family back.

The Last 8 by Laura Pohl: After an alien attack devastates the Earth, pilot and future astronaut Clover Martinez bands with seven other teens to survive.

Lobizona by Romina Garber: As Manuela Azul uncovers her own story and traces her real heritage all the way back to a cursed city in Argentina, she learns it’s not just her U.S. residency that’s illegal… .it’s her entire existence.

Lost in the Never Woods by Aiden Thomas: When children start to go missing in the local woods, eighteen-year-old Wendy Darling must face her fears and a past she cannot remember to rescue them in this novel based on Peter Pan.

The Mind Virus (Wired #3) by Donna Freitas: Skylar Cruz has managed to shut down the body market that her sister Jude opened, and to create a door to allow App World citizens reentry into the Real World. But as tensions between the newly mingling people escalate, she s not sure if it was the right decision after all. Still reeling from Kit’s betrayal, she s not sure of anything anymore.

Miss Meteor by Tehlor Kay Mejia & Anna-Marie McLemore: Two friends, Lita Perez or Chicky Quintanilla, one made of stardust and one fighting to save her family’s diner, take on their small town’s 50th annual pageant in the hopes that they can change their town’s destiny, and their own.

The Mirror Season by Anna-Marie McLemore: Graciela Cristales meets Lock, a boy who was sexually assaulted at the same party as her, and they find their fates unexpectedly intertwined during a month of vanishing trees, enchanted pan dulce, and inherited magic.

More Happy Than Not by Adam Silvera: After enduring his father's suicide, his own suicide attempt, broken friendships, and more in the Bronx projects, Aaron Soto, sixteen, is already considering the Leteo Institute's memory-alteration procedure when his new friendship with Thomas turns to unrequited love.

Never Look Back by Lilliam Rivera: An Afro-Latinx retelling of Orpheus and Eurydice set in the Bronx. Pheus is a bachata-singing dreamer who falls in love with Eury, a girl who lost everything in Hurricane Maria and is haunted by the trauma—and by an evil spirit.

Nocturna by Maya Motayne: In the Latinx-inspired kingdom of Castallan, face-changing thief Finn Voy and grief-stricken Prince Alfehr must race to vanquish a dark magic they have unleashed.

Oculta (A Forgery of Magic #2) by Maya Motayne: After joining forces to save Castallan from an ancient magical evil, Alfie and Finn reunite once again to preserve Castallan’s hopes for peace with Englass. But will they be able to stop sinister foes before a new war threatens their kingdom?

Pitch Dark by Courtney Alameda: Tuck Durante, a shipraider, and Lana Gray, a curator, must work together to try to rescue a space capsule hijacked by nightmarish creatures who kill with a scream.

Rated by Melissa Grey: For the students at the prestigious Maplethorpe Academy, every single thing they do is reflected in their Ratings System. But when an act of vandalism sullies the front doors of the school, it sets off a chain reaction that will shake the lives of six special students – and the world beyond.

Sanctuary by Abby Sher & Paola Mendoza: In a near future dystopian America set 2030, 16-year-old Vail and her brother must escape a xenophobic government to find sanctuary in California.

The Savage Dawn (Girl at Midnight #3) by Melissa Grey: A darkness has entered the world and the Dragon Prince is wreaking havoc wherever she goes. With the war upon her, Echo must use every bit of her firebird powers or risk losing those she holds dear.

Seven Deadly Shadows by Courtney Alameda & Valynne E. Maetani: A contemporary fantasy set in Japan, about Shinto temple priestess Kira Fujikawa, who must seek the aid of seven demons in order to protect her village and the world from an ancient evil.

Shadow City (The City of Diamond and Steel #2) by Francesa Flores: Aina Solís has fought her way to the top of criminal ranks in the city of Kosín by wresting control of an assassin empire owned by her old boss, Kohl. But Kohl will do anything to get his empire back.

The Shadow Hour (The Girl at Midnight #2) by Melissa Grey: With the firebird awakened, the war has become even more dangerous for Echo and her friends. There is a darkness spreading too and staying in hiding might not be enough to keep them alive.

Shadowshaper by Daniel Jose Older: When her summer plans are interrupted by supernatural phenomena, Puerto Rican teen Sierra Santiago finds herself in a battle with the killer targeting her family of shadowshapers who believes she is hiding their greatest secret.

Shadowhouse Fall (Shadowshaper #2) by Daniel Jose Older: While working on her shadowshaping skills, Sierra Santiago is beginning to think she may need all the skill she can summon because it seems that when she channeled hundreds of spirits through herself in order to defeat Wick, she woke up something very powerful and very unfriendly and put her family and friends at risk.

Shadowshaper Legacy (Shadowshaper #3) by Daniel Jose Older: Sierra Santiago and the shadowshapers have been split apart, but a war is brewing among the houses. As old fates tangle with new powers, Sierra will have to harness the Deck of Worlds and confront her family’s past if she has any hope of saving the future and everyone she loves.

Shutter by Courtney Alameda: When a routine assignment goes awry, 17-year-old ghost hunter Micheline Helsing is infected with a curse and on the run, pursued as a renegade agent by her monster-hunting father, with only seven days to exorcise the entity or be destroyed body and soul.

Sia Martinez and the Moonlit Beginning of Everything by Raquel Vasquez Gilliland: A Mexican American teenage girl discovers profound connections between immigration, folklore, and alien life, when a spacecraft crashes in front of her car…and it’s carrying her long-lost mom, who’s very much alive.

Tigers, Not Daughters by Samantha Mabry: Loosely inspired by the story of King Lear and his daughters, set in San Antonio, Texas, following the Torres sisters, struggling to escape their tyrannical father’s claustrophobic world while dealing with the loss of their eldest sister, whose troubling death continues to haunt—perhaps even literally—the loved ones left behind.

Undead Girl Gang by Lily Anderson: While investigating the supposed suicides of her best friend, Riley, and mean girls June and Dayton, 16-year-old Wiccan Mila Flores accidentally brings them back to life.

Unplugged by Donna Freitas: When she moves from the Virtual World to the Real one, Skylar Cruz discovers that her body is both exquisite and valuable -- a dangerous combination in a place where bodies are sought after in sinister ways.

Wayward Witch (Brooklyn Brujas #3) by Zoraida Cordova: Rose Mortiz begins to discover the scope of her powers, the troubling truth about her father’s past, and the sacrifices he made to save her sisters. But if Rose wants to return home so she can repair her broken family, she must figure out how to heal the land of Adas, a fairy realm hidden in the Caribbean Sea, first.

The Weight of Feathers by Anna-Marie McLemore: Although Lace Paloma knows all about the feud between the Palomas and the Corbeaus, she finds herself falling for Cluck Corbeau when he saves her life while both families are performing in the same town.

We Set the Dark on Fire by Tehlor Kay Mejia: When she is asked to spy for a resistance group working to bring equality to Medio, Daniela Vargas, a student at the Medio School for Girls, questions everything she's worked for.

We Unleash the Merciless Storm (We Set the Dark on Fire #2) by Tehlor Kay Mejia: La Voz operative Carmen Santos is forced to choose between the girl she loves, Dani, and the success of the rebellion she’s devoted her life to.

When the Moon Was Ours by Anna-Marie McLemore: As odd as everyone considers Miel and Sam, even they stay away from the Bonner girls, four beautiful sisters rumored to be witches. Now they want the roses that grow from Miel's skin, convinced that their scent can make anyone fall in love. And they're willing to use every secret Miel has fought to protect to make sure she gives them up.

Wild Beauty by Anna-Marie McLemore: A novel of magical realism, the Nomeolvides women have tended the lust estate grounds of La Pradera which they’ve grown for generations, until the reemergence of a family curse starts to makes the men they love disappear, again.

#authors of color #latinx authors #booklr #book recs #book recommendations #yalit

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fandom-blackhole · 3 years

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Sinful Sunday!!!!

AN: Soooo sorry I've been MIA this week. I don't know whats gotten to me but motivation has been L O W this past week, but I should be back soon, I have some work stuff to finish. BUT, when I do come back, it will be with a nice one-shot (small hint, its for a certain merman featured in another set of sinful sunday thots) and then I'll get to the THOTs piled in my inbox....

Sinful Sunday Masterlist

Pairings: Ezra (Prospect) x Reader, Din Djarin x Reader x Paz Vizsla, Modern!Captain Rex x Reader

• So the idea is Ezra x reader + Zombie Apocalypse AU, but considering its me, it'll be more like a Last of Us AU, of sorts

Ezra (Prospect) x Reader

So I wouldn't say this is really a THOT, its more or less just a concept I wanted to share. If you guys like it let me know and I might make it into a short series....

• Cee would definitely be in this one, unlike my other Ezra series (Hayloft)

• I imagine Ezra to be a hunter, someone who purposely attacks people and steals their supplies, but he himself tries to avoid killing, though the rest of his small group does not

• Ezra meets Cee, when he is the one being used as bait and he's acting like he's injured while his team members wait to ambush Cee and her father

• A big fight breaks out and Cee’s father is killed along with two of the hunters and Cee is bound and taken to the hideout

• Ezra keeps trying to talk and negotiate with his group to let Cee go because she is just a girl, but he ends up being threatened and told to shut up

• So on his early morning watch, he packs a big bag and steals alot of the supplies, before going to Cee and taking off with her

• The two barely reach the city limits before the hunters catch up, and a fire fight ensues, which also draws in a small group of zombies/infected

• In the skirmish, Ezra and Cee management to fight off all zombie/infected and hunters, BUT Ezra does get a small bite on his arm

• Cee cuts it off for him right there, and they go build a small fire just enough to cauterize it, before moving so they don't attract more attention

• Where are they headed? Well, Ezra happens to know a sweet little peach(reader) who owns a bartering house a few towns over, a place that is neutral ground for everyone, and they own him a small favor

At this point you aren't even sure how you had gotten into this situation, but maker you wouldn't trade it for anything in the galaxy. The situation? You were currently sandwiched between two of the fiercest mandalorian warriors you knew. All you could feel, smell, or think about was them and how absolutely FULL you felt. You can't even think straight too overwhelmed with pleasure, your head too full of the whines and rambles of the man below you and the loud grunts and groans of the man on top of you.

Din Djarin x Reader x Paz Vizsla

First off thank you, @joculatrices for letting me talk about this THOT with you. I was pretty hesitant to post this one, but it has been haunting me for weeks, and while I don't think Paz nor Din would be into sharing all that much, the THOT of them both having their way with me, well it has me overheating.....

You held both Din Djarin and Paz Vizsla close to your heart, but you had never even imagined that you would be with them like this, blindfolded as they both filled you. You never imagined that you'd be here laying ontop of Din, with his twitching cock nestled deep inside your ass, as Paz held your legs as wide as possible and pounded into you pussy like there was no tomorrow. Paz reached down at some point and wrapped his thick fingers around your neck as Din bit into your shoulder trying to quiet himself just a little. It was almost too much feeling the slide of Paz’s thick cock in and out of you, and along the thin wall that separated him from Din's own cock. You were wetter than you had ever been in the past, and hearing each squelch-y thrust from Paz drove you crazy. You could feel yourself dripping down to where you were combined with Din, who was twitching and giving out breathy moans from the stimulation he was receiving with each rough thrust from Paz.

The pleasure was so good, and overwhelming and you didn't want it to end but you could feel yourself about to snap. Din was mumbling something you couldn't make out as he reached around and squeezes your breasts and started circling your nipples. That small added pleasure is all you needed to be launched over the edge into the abyss, and you came harder than you ever had before. You heard Din curse loudly as you tightened up around him and he gave a small thrust before groaning your name and cumming deep inside of you. It didn't take long for Paz to follow, as he gave you three earth shattering, hard thrusts while praising how good you been and then he buried himself as deep as possible and unloaded everything he had inside of you. And as you came back down after that orgasm you knew, you were never gonna be the same after this.

You swore angrily as you all but ran to your next class. Not only had your last professor kept the whole class from leaving because HE was late, but the campus was teeming with soldiers and military personnel using the university campus as a short cut to get to the base stationed next door. You were beyond frustrated, most of the men blocking your path had been rude and tried pulling rank on you when you all but ran passed them, and you had probably given a few too many middle fingers to the assholes, but you could find it in yourself to care.

Modern!Captain Rex x Reader

Ok so after all that FILTH, here is a cute little THOT of how you meet modern au Captain Rex.....

Then one of the grabbed your arm right as you were about to reach the building your class was in and you saw red. You couldn't even hear what he was saying, and you ripped your arm away from him, and in a loe voice, most certainly interrupting his rant, you said, "Do not touch me, or I will make sure you meet your maker sooner than you are supposed to."

You saw his jaw clench and his face turn into a snarl as he spit back, "Do you know who you are talking to?"

As he spoke he rose his finger sticking it in your face. The anger of knowing that you were late to class and your professor had most certainly closed and locked the classroom door at this point, and from the fact that the man infrastructure of you thought he could walk all over you boiled over. In a split second, as he was still shoving his finger in your face and raising his voice, you whipped your hand up, grabbed his finger tightly, and smashed it back until you heard a satisfying crackl. With a smirk, you made eye contact with the now shocked and angered man and said, "That is for making me late to class, would you like for me to continue or are you going to walk away?"

The man puffed up his chest and rose his other hand to slap you but, an arm shot out from behind you, and a deep voice rumbled out, "That is enough, Private Connors, get yourself back to the barracks, your free time has bee revoked and you are being put on bathroom duty for threatening a civilian. Your tooth brush better be ready when I get back to the barracks myself."

"Yes, Captain...."

As the man walked away dejected, the other man, whose deep and ordering voice went straight to your belly, came around and gave you a soft smile as he ran a hand through his buzzed, blond hair.

"I am sorry for the way the Private Connors treated you, and I think the broken finger you gave him wasn't even close to the punishment he deserves for that attitude," you blushed and looked down, before smiling up at the now shy Captain. He stuck his hand out saying, "Captain Rex of the 501st, if there is anyway I can make it up to you, please let me know."

Shaking his hand you introduced yourself and mumbled out, "Well since he made me late to class, my afternoon just freed up, so...um... if you aren't busy, there is this nice Cafe two or so blocks from here?"

#sinful sunday #ezra prospect x reader #ezra x reader #din djarin x reader x paz vizsla #din x reader x paz #din djarin x reader #din x reader #paz vizsla x reader #paz x reader #captain rex x reader #rex x reader

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reluctant-mandalore · 3 years

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Platonic Cuddles (Din Djarin x Reader)

Warnings: Platonic, no romance (could be read as romantic but its meant as just friends, hint the title lol), angst, fluff, hurt/comfort (din needs hugs). Not beta read

Word Count: 1270

Pairing: Din Djarin & gn!Reader - (readers gender is never specified/uses gender neutral pronouns)

a/n: Hey y’all! I got this for you today (and maybe some hcs??? we’ll see) This is part of my 900 followers celebration! We’re actually at 1616 followers right now, but I’m still working away at this prompt list. Please feel free to send in more prompts! I can’t be finished with it until I’ve done each cuddle prompt at least once!

The Mandalorian sat on one of the crates in the hull, his unsteady gaze focused on the hammock where the child now slept. His thoughts were consumed with a muddled haze and his mouth felt dry with each breath he took. The grip he held on his knees was unyielding, as it was the only thing keeping him from shaking in that moment.

It was safe to say that he was not handling what happened earlier today well at all.

Din had never reacted like this to anything before, usually managing to bottle up his feelings to keep them in. He really wasn’t acting like himself in the slightest, he almost felt like an imposter as he sat there alone in the hull. He supposed this would be a normal reaction for someone who had almost lost the most important person to him, but for him it was deafening and made him feel like he was losing control.

“Din?”

Your voice had brought him back from his trance and he looked over at you slowly. His features were unreadable beneath the helmet, but you could still feel the pain that was held in their depth. The sight of his sombre form had made your heart quiver with sadness, and you carefully moved over to stand in front of him. Before you could speak again though, he had spoken first, his words becoming a heavy weight to rest over you both.

“I almost lost him today.” He had said quietly, his voice barely sounding out through the modulator as he spoke. His gaze had drifted over again to the child sleeping and he had felt his heart tumble with guilt at remembering the days earlier events. He had almost lost the child to another bounty hunter—a close call which now made him feel broken inside.

“I know.” You had replied, a frown finding itself etched across your lips, “But he’s ok now.”

“I’m a horrible father.” He had continued without thought, looking away again to his boots, his eyes beginning to brim with tears. “He shouldn’t be in my care.”

“Oh Din, don’t say that.” You said, moving closer to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “You know that’s not true! You’re a wonderful father.”

“Wonderful?” The word had left him bitterly and he shook off your hand before standing. “He could have died! And it would have been my fault. What kind of father allows that to happen?”

“Din...”

“My whole purpose is to protect him! It’s my duty to make sure he’s ok and that he’s safe.” His tone had become laced with anger and grief, though you knew it wasn’t directed at you in particular. Rather, it was being directed at himself. His frustration with how close he had come to losing the child—his son—finally spilling over the edge and flowing out. “I can’t lose him… he’s everything to me.”

“I know that Din, and he knows that too.” You had said, giving his hand a squeeze before guiding him back to sit on the crate,“Here... why don’t I go get you something to eat? You haven’t eaten since we got back and some food will do you some good. We can talk more afterwards, ok?”

The Mandalorian didn’t reply from your words at first, only nodding his head as he found himself staring off into the distance again. He was hungry. His stomach had rolled in pain at its emptiness, but even so, he couldn’t seem to bring himself to want any food. He had felt too tired to move and only wanted to remain in a heap on the crates—a growing need for comfort now tugging at his thoughts.

“Wait.” His voice and sudden grasp on your wrist keeping you from leaving. His body and mind now working on autopilot, as it sought to fix the tumbling emotions inside of him.

You had completely paused at feeling his hand grasp your wrist, turning to look over at the man before you once more. “What is it?”

“Can you just… hold me for a minute?” He had said suddenly, a blush soon finding itself to his cheeks at the realization of his words. Even sooner he had let go of your arm as if he had been burned. His words becoming muddled and rolling together as he tried to back track on what he had said. “I- that sounded weird. Just forget about it...”

Your arms had wrapped around him in an instant though, cutting off his next thoughts as you embraced him in a tight hug. The Mandalorian had melted into your touch almost immediately, his body becoming slack and molding into your arms. His emotional barriers now beginning to crumble away completely, while you had begun to try and sooth the tortured man.

“It’s not weird at all Din,” You had whispered, your words soft and kind with each syllable spoken, “Sometimes we just need someone we trust to be there and to hold us.”

The Mandalorian’s own hands had came up to cling to the back of your shirt by this point, holding onto you like he was afraid that you’d let go and leave him. His head had buried itself into the crook of your neck, the metal of his helmet feeling cool against your skin as he did. The tears he had been trying to hold back were now falling, rolling down his cheeks in fat drops, as he silently cried.

You had held the Mandalorian like that for a long while, allowing for him to work through his emotions while seeking your comfort. One of your hands had rubbed in soothing circles over his back, making his muscles relax underneath your fingertips. His mind starting to clear and his emotions settling with each passing minute he had spent huddled in your arms.

“Thank you.” He had managed to get out after beginning to feel better, “I appreciate it.”

“You don’t need to thank me Din.” You had said, adjusting yourself so he fit against you more comfortably, “I’m your friend. It’s what I’m here for.”

The two of you had sat in another drawn out silence after your words, the only sound in the hull being that of both your steady breaths. Din had sunk more into your embrace, the dried salty trails on his cheeks being the only evidence of his tears. A new feeling of calmness had come over him, your warmth surrounding him in what felt like a protective layer. Soon he had felt his eyes beginning to feel heavy, his mind drifting closer to dreamland the longer he stayed in your hold.

Din had fallen asleep in your arms not too long after, his head cradled into the crook of your neck still as he snored softly. Tiredness had begun edging at your own mind, and you found yourself struggling to keep your eyes open as well. The crate was definitely not the most comfortable place to rest by any means, but not wanting to disturb the man in your arms, you had settled yourself in for a nap on it anyways.

Being friends with one of the fiercest warriors in the Galaxy wasn’t easy, but moments like these reminded you of just how human he was underneath all that armor. He was just a simple man who wanted the best for his son, and as his friend, you’d do anything to help make sure that happened. Even if there wasn’t much you could do to take away his pain—you’d always be there to hold and comfort him.

That’s what friends were for after all.

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zabrak-show · 4 years

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The Letter | Maul x Reader

Word count: 1.9k

warnings: fluff, mention of alcohol, nudity, gender neutral reader, adopted children, mention of slavery and trauma, so fluffy and sweet dear god, I hope that it’s not too cliche, sex is suggested, but never explicit.

a/n: I wrote this because I have been really stressed lately and also have baby fever really bad. I have never done a story like this from the reader’s perspective and tbh wasn’t sure if I would ever try, but I figured why not?! I also usually only write angsty things I’ve realized, like even when I think I’m being sweet it still ends on a bad note LOL anyway, I hope someone else enjoys this please leave me hearts and feedbacks. I’m new at this and need validation hahah xoxo

~*~*~*~AU where Maul left Sidious to become a bounty hunter. Y’all lovebirds met and adopted a couple sweetie night brother babies and settle down on Dathomir to live the domestic Star Wars dream.~*~*~*

The hour was late and you were pacing around the large office in your home on Dathomir. The house was everything you could dream of for a home. It was a lovely 3 story, sprawling with more than enough rooms to make everyone happy for your family of 4. You had adopted two night brother children while your husband, Maul, had been on a mission to free them all from a life of slavery and subservience on Dathomir. After peace was established on Dathomir, you decided to settle down here for the kids and it really was a dream come true.

You could not believe this was your life sometimes. Your husband was the most handsome man in the whole galaxy with his crimson skin, sharp facial features, and dramatic black tattoos decorating his entire body. Your two children, Zabrak boys, the older one with orange complexion and the littlest one, yellow, were sound asleep in their rooms above you. The bottom of your long black robe lightly crawled across the cool wooden floor as you made your way around the room, too restless to sleep, too tired to get anything done.

Maul had been gone three months now. He was set to return any day now and you hadn’t heard a word from him in weeks. His work was dangerous as a bounty hunter, but you had full confidence in his abilities. He was the strongest and fiercest person you’d ever met. Of course, around you and the kids was another story, but you knew the way he was raised by Sidious had led him to do some really dark things that made him more than capable of taking care of himself.

Finally, you decided to pour yourself a glass of Tevraki whiskey to help calm your nerves. You sat at the long dark wooden desk at the corner of the room and turned on the green lamp atop its surface. It was Maul’s desk and you usually never sat there to not disturb his things, but you hadn’t gone this long without seeing him since you’d been married and craved any sort of reminder of him. You ran your fingers over all the drawer pulls in a futile attempt to feel him through the things he touched repeatedly every day when he was home, noting where the wood and metal parts of the desk were more worn. You reluctantly pulled open one of the drawers. If there was one thing you weren’t, it was nosy, and you fully trusted and respected your husband’s privacy. It felt like you were being possessed by a hand not your own now opening the top drawer and seeing a small stack of papers. One folded neatly with (y/n) written on it in your husband’s handwriting.

Oh dear, I really shouldn’t

I mean it does have my name on it though…

No, it’s not for me to decide

Just take a small peak…

You were slowly opening the folded paper, despite the argument in your head, your hands had made up their mind and your eyes weren’t going to pretend to look away either.

My Dearest (Y/N),

I will never understand how someone so gorgeous inside and out could love a monster like me. I struggle to understand every day, sometimes I think you’d be better off without me. I am filth compared to your innocence and beauty. I look into our children’s eyes and see the same purity reflecting off their eyes. How lucky they are to have you as a parent, to learn about love, acceptance, and family. All things completely foreign to me until I met you. How can I teach the children these things, when I myself still have so much to learn?

I get so scared, my love. Scared that I won’t be able to protect you all. Scared that I do not deserve this life. Scared that I will somehow hurt you or the children. I had my mind made up that my presence was a downfall to this family and would degrade us all into the grime and dysfunction I know all too well. I fear it is all I know and that I will always be drawn to it like a flii to bantha fodder.

Despite my fears, I can never leave you. I love you too much and I need you now more than ever. I remember once threatening to leave you before because I felt like you were better off without me. You told me that wasn’t my decision to make for you, and I don’t think I ever told you just how much that resonated with me. My whole life has been others’ making decisions for me and me being forced to go along with it. Here I was doing the same thing to you, something I never wanted you to experience. It horrified me and I pledged to do better for you, for myself, for our children.

I am so sorry you fell in love with someone as despicable as me. I wish I were not who I am. Every day I can only try to do my best and show you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. I wish I could give the entire galaxy to you, for us to both rule and unite. I know that is not what you want, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t still day dream about it sometimes.

I don’t think I will ever be brave enough to give you this letter, but it has been a good feeling for me to get these feelings out somehow without using violence.

Yours forever and always,

Maul

You held the note to your chest and held back tears, finally succumbing to them and just letting yourself cry. Hot tears rolled down your face, you were overcome with emotion, bursting at the seams with love and saudade. At once, you heard a door creak behind you. You had been so zoned into the letter you had completely lost track of your surroundings. You felt a slight panic at first from the noise, but then figured it may be one of the children up to go to the fresher or ask for a snack. Wiping your eyes, slowly you turned, and saw a tall dark cloaked figure in the doorway to the office. Highlights of ruby red could be seen through the shadows and you knew at once who it was.

“Maul!” you jumped out of the leather office chair like there were springs attached to your feet, entirely forgetting the open letter still sitting on his desk. You ran over to him so fast it felt like you were flying. You wrapped your arms around his neck in a long overdue embrace.

“My love, I am still dirty from my travels, I do not want to get my grime onto your perfect pristine self.” His voice was low and calm, just as you had remembered it and he smelled like blaster fire, ozone, sweat, and petrol.

“Oh I don’t care I missed you too much to ever care about that.” you didn’t let go as you spoke softly into his ear, “I was so worried. I...I thought maybe something had happened.”

He backed away shaking his head looking directly into your eyes with his alluring golden eyes, “No. No my sweets. I will always return to you. Always. No matter what.”

With that he wrapped his hands around your waist so hard it drew the breath from your lungs and he lifted you off the ground walking slowly towards the ‘fresher. You held on tight, not worried about him dropping you, but simply to get closer to your lovelorn partner, drinking in his scent and making a mental note to store away this memory forever in your mind, to get you through future dark days.

He gently sat you atop the counter in the fresher as he began to peel off his bloody, singed, and greasy clothes. You didn’t have the patience to sit and watch so you began to help him, slowly lifting his shirt over his head, examining his gorgeous red skin for more wounds and tracing your hands along the old scars and tattoos that adorned his unique skin. He gently took your hand and held it up to his lips for a small kiss. You smiled sheepishly and he took your face into his calloused and strong hands and looked at you like he needed to study your face for a quiz on all your features.

“I missed you so much,” he said low and gravelly.

“I’m so happy you’re home, Maul.” you turned your cheek to kiss his hand, and he finished undressing to get into the shower. You lost yourself in a daze, watching his hands run soap and water over his naked form to wash off all the debris of his last hunt. You never even had to ask if he was successful anymore, he was always successful.

With a sudden jolt, you remembered you left the letter open on his desk.

“I’ll meet you in the bedroom, sweety.” you winked at him and started to walk out.

“(Y/n), I already know you read the letter you don’t need to try and hide the evidence.” Maul’s bright yellow eyes cut into your soul and you remembered he could read your mind.

“Oh, I wish you wouldn’t read my mind like that.” you pouted.

“Sweets, you left it out on my desk. I saw it when I walked in to hug you. It doesn’t take a mind reader to use context clues.” he laughed and you didn’t even care that he was teasing you, seeing him laugh and smile was the best sight in the galaxy.

“I’m sorry I read it. I..shouldn’t have. I should not have gone through your things, that was wrong.” your eyes got big to show your remorse at the decision. He stayed silent and you panicked at the thought of him being upset with you. “Can you ever forgive me?”

“Hmmm… well. You did go through my things without asking. And read a highly classified document, I’m not sure if I can forgive you. I wonder if there’s some way you could make it up to me?” He was now climbing out of the shower and toweling himself off, with a sly smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand to lead him into the bedroom.

His eyes never leave your elegant figure and you slowly begin to undress, dropping your long robe to the bedroom floor, but still wearing your thin black nightie. He delicately throws you on the bed and gets ready to climb on top of you, his own figure still slightly wet from the shower, when a clatter is heard from down the hall. Maul whips his head around to look at the door behind him with his killer instincts, your head peeking out to the side of his.

“Shhh… I think daddy’s home.” a small voice from outside the bedroom followed by a gentle knock at the door. Maul growled so lowly that only you could hear it. Your eyes grew big and you threw your robe at Maul to cover up with as the door handle slowly rotated and two orange and yellow faces peered out from the darkness of the hallway. The sight of Maul excited them beyond measure and they ran to tackle him now wearing your fancy robe. There was nothing but laughter, happy tears, smiles, and warm embraces. It was the most beautiful family moment you could ever think of having in your life and you truly did not want it to end...mostly.

No use in lying to yourself, you could not wait to get Maul all to yourself again for even just a little bit.

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tags: @wolfpack-arts-industries99, @pinkiemme

#darth maul #darth maul x reader #maul x reader #star wars x reader #fluff #domestic af #baby fever #yall i have it so bad rn #fanfic #fan fic author #dathomir #nightbrothers #zabrak #simp for sith #pure fluff #i just needed something nice #bounty hunter #star wars romance

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a-girl-with-brown-eyes · 3 years

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Clan of Two Week 2021- Day 3: Lullabies

A small drabble for Day 3: Lullabies of the Clan of Two Week 2021 @clanoftwoweek I hope you enjoy it :)

Drabble in English (Lee este drabble en Español aquí).

Day 3: Lullabies.

Nuhoy, ad’ika (Sleep, little one).

The child could not sleep.

Din sighed. He had never been with young children. When he was a bounty hunter, his job was to help his tribe and although much of his earnings were always given to the foundlings, Din didn’t live with them, especially with the little ones.

And, although this child is even older than him, he is still a child who asks for attention. The crying is different from the ones Din knew and he had already tried several things, he had tried to feed him, clean him, even laid him in the hammock that he had recently made for him and rock him a little.

But that did not calm the little one.

Din saw the kid's watery eyes and on an impulse he took him in his arms and cradled him wrapping him in his blanket. Din pulled him closer to him, a move that was beginning to feel most natural for the Mandalorian.

Din spoke softly to him, as he slowly walked in the Razor Crest, gently rocking the child in his arms. As he slowly walked in circles, the baby's sobs began to subside.

—You know? Maybe I can do something to help you, little womp rat—

Din began to softly sing a lullaby he had once heard in the covert, soft words in Mando’a.

His voice is low and under the modulator it sounds a little husky, with some broken notes. But, in every word it can hear the love and interest that he has for this child. The words sound warm and comforting. The kid sees him, as if he can see his eyes through the beskar, even when he begins to sleep.

And as he sings, a memory comes to his mind, one farther than the covert, farther than the beskar, a memory of starry nights in Aq Vetina, a night when he couldn't sleep and his mother's voice filled his room. The memory makes a lump in his throat, making his voice crack a little.

Today, he is the one who cradles a baby in his arms.

Din wasn't sure if he did all things right, in fact if anyone could see him, they might be surprised to see this man covered with beskar, one of the fiercest warriors in the galaxy, cradling a child in his arms as he sings a lullaby, but if this child was okay, he was willing to do anything, even fill every corner of the Crest with a soft song.

—Nuhoy ad’ika… –sleep, little one —I'll take care of you.

#clanoftwoweek2021 #the mandalorian #mando fic english #mando fic by mari #noromo mando #my fic

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b0n-chann · 4 years

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YOU GUYS. I’m so sorry I let this one sit for so long. BUT WE’RE HERE MY DUDES. Special thank you to @tiffdawg for the motivation I needed to finish this and I’m so glad I did. My mind would wonder to this story from time to time, trying to decide how I wanted to finish this series and I’m glad I finally found the time to do it. So please enjoy and sorry again for such a long hiatus!

To Love and Protect ( Part 4)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Warnings: none really, just typical violence and some good old fluff 😘

The lava river was your only way out and it never seemed to end. Flames lick the side of the ferry from time to time as it travels through the molten rock and you look on in amazement. You never knew that such things existed. Granted, you didn’t know many wonders in the galaxy existed before you met the Mandalorian. You hold the child a little tighter to you and he looks up, flashing you a toothy grin.

“That’s right, sweet thing,” you coo, comforting the small bundle in your arms. “We’re almost out of here.” Din places an arm around your shoulder, admiring his small clan before him.

“That’s it,” Karga points to the end. “We’re free!”

“No. No we’re not,” Din says steadily, the thermal imaging in his helmet detecting several life forms. “Storm troopers. They’re flanking the mouth of the tunnel. It looks like an entire platoon. They must’ve known we were coming.”

The child seems to register the tone in Din’s voice as his ears droop immediately, worry filling his inky black eyes. The child clings on to you tightly and you hold him closer to you, a comfort for both you and him. You are exhausted, mentally and physically, but you know you can’t back down now. There’s too much at stake.

“Stop the boat,” Cara orders the ferry droid. “I said stop the boat!” Frustrated, she stalks over to the droid who continues to push the group forward. “Hey! I’m talking to you!” In a moment of frustration she pulls out her blaster and shoots the droid, its head flying from its body. The ferry, however, does not slow down, creeping forward towards your group’s demise.

“We’re still moving,” Karga says, looking around for another way out. But there is none. The lava river surrounds you from all sides and it continues to flow to the end of the tunnel, slowly bringing you closer what you thought is your escape, but now the uncertainty looms over all of you.

“Looks like we fight,” Cara says, preparing herself for the stormtroopers.

“There are too many.” Din tries to reason, however he, too, realizes that they are running out of options. He brings you closer to him on instinct, placing himself between you and the end of the tunnel.

“Then what do you suggest? Cause I can’t surrender.” Cara snaps. She holds a blaster out to you and you readily accept. The power in her voice is enough to steel your resolve once again.

“They will not be satisfied with anything less than the child,” you hear IG-11’s voice from beside you. You close your eyes in realization. But you couldn’t; you couldn’t give the child up. “This is unacceptable. I will eliminate the enemy and you will escape.”

“You don’t have that kind of firepower, pal. You wouldn’t even get to daylight.”

“That is not my objective.”

“We’re getting close. Saddle up.” Cara scrambles around the ferry, gathering every gun she could get her hands on, preparing herself for the worst.

“I still have the security protocols from my manufacturer. If my designs are compromised, I must self destruct.” Your blood runs cold when you hear IG make this statement. It dawns on you then, that the droid means to sacrifice himself.

“What are you talking about?” Din demands. However, you know he must realize what IG is planning to do.

“I am not permitted to be captured. I must be destroyed.”

“IG...” you start but realize quickly you have no idea what to say.

“It is alright, miss.” The droid gives you a quick glance before bringing his attention back to the Mandalorian. “I can no longer carry this for you,” he hands over the jetpack the Armorer had bestowed to Din earlier. “Nor can I watch over the child.”

“Wait, you can’t just self destruct,” you argue, panic setting in. Yes, IG was a droid but you had grown to care for him in your time together. “Your base command is to watch the child.”

“That supersedes you’re manufacturer’s protocol, right?” Din asks. He also seems unsettled by the plan the droid has laid out before you.

“This is correct.”

“Good. Now, grab a blaster and help us shoot our way out.”

“Victory through combat is impossible. We will be captured. The child will be lost. Sadly, there is no scenario where the child is saved, in which I survive.”

“Listen, you’re not going anywhere. We need you, let’s just come up with a...” Din starts, trying to reason with the droid which catches you by surprise. For as long as you’ve known the bounty hunter, he has never shown any compassion for droids.

“Please tell me the child will be safe in your care. If you do so, I can default to my secondary command.”

“But you’ll be destroyed.”

“And you will live, and I will have served my purpose.” Your heart aches when you hear IG say this. Even though you know droids do not have feelings, it almost seems as if IG cares for all of you.

“No.” Din refuses. “We need you.”

“There is nothing to be sad about. I have never been alive.” The droid’s intention had been set and you know there’s no way to change it. Tears threaten to escape your eyes.

“I’m not sad.” Din lies, the pain evident in his voice, even through the modulator.

“Yes, you are. I am a nurse droid. I’ve analyzed your voice.” You’re not sure if you want to laugh or cry at their interaction. IG turns towards you and the child and affectionately touches one of the child’s ears. “Miss, please continue to protect the child. A mother is the fiercest warrior to behold and you were a vicious companion to have. The Mandalorian will do well to remember that if he so chooses to hurt you again. I hope I served you well.” You bark out a sad laugh at his words. The short amount of time you spent with the droid was enough to endear him to you and your heart breaks knowing what will happen next.

“Thank you, IG.” You say softly and he places a hand on your shoulder which provides you a small comfort. He turns and walks into the lava, and you watch as he struggles to make his way out. Din draws you and the child closer to him as you watch the droid leave the tunnel. He doesn’t say anything but you imagine a sad frown marring his features. You whimper and press your face into the crook of his neck as you watch the droid self destruct, effectively taking out the platoon and securing a way out for your group.

“IG did this for us,” Din soothes. “He did this for the child. We’re almost out of here.” His words are reassuring but you still feel slightly uneasy, the feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. Somehow, now, this all seemed too easy.

The light is blinding as you exit the tunnel and you have to squint to take a look around. Stormtroopers litter the ground looking like broken toys, obviously having lost against IG-11′s destruction. An engine roaring overhead captures everyone’s attention, and a tie fighter comes into view. “Moff Gideon!” Cara yells. The engine’s roar is so deafening, it almost brings you to your knees. Everyone takes aim at the ship, unleashing hell as he flies overhead before disappearing once again behind the mountain line. “He missed!” Karga exclaims.

“He won’t next time. Our blasters are useless against him.” Din replies, knowing that he has to think up of something quickly to get out of this safely. He’s already put you and the child in too much danger already.

“How about your girl and the baby? Make them do the magic thing again?” Karga waves his hand in front of the child and it takes your entire being to keep yourself from rolling your eyes. “Do the magic hand thing!” The child laughs as he waves back at the man happily, not understanding the severity of the situation. Karga looks at you in exasperation. “Well, I’m out of ideas.”

“I’m not.” Din says, pulling the jetpack from beside him. He attaches the heavy equipment to his back, the pack seeming to magnetize onto his armor easily. Before you can even stop him, he takes off, launching straight into the air as the Moff’s tie fighter dives over your group again. It’s almost impossible to see Din from the ground, but you realize he’s harpooned himself to the ship. You can barely watch as he whips around like a kite behind the ship before they disappear behind the mountains again.

“Cara!” you exclaim, and the shock trooper looks over to you. She sits you down immediately, noticing the color drained from your face.

“Hey, hey” she appeases, attempting to calm you down. “He’s gonna be fine. He’s got...he’s got too much to lose now.” She looks over you and the child. Her words do little to calm you down, and you feel your power simmering just under the surface, ready to burst out of control. Cara seems to understand and tries to reason with you again. “Look, you can’t do that right now. If Moff Gideon finds out you’ve got weirdo powers too, they’ll chase you until the end of time.” She places both of her hands on your shoulders and gives you a slight shake. “Please,” she tries one more time. “For the kid and for Mando.”

Her statement grounds you and brings you back. You nod your head slowly. “I’m okay.” Cara looks at you in relief for a moment, before you both jump at the explosion overhead and watch as the Moff’s tie fighter crashes in the distance. More importantly, you watch as the Mandalorian makes a less than graceful descent back to the ground. You take off in a sprint towards him.

“Don’t ever do that again!” You yell at him, hitting your fists pathetically against his battered cuirass. Din allows you the moment before enveloping you into his arms. “I’m sorry,” he offers weakly. “But I had to protect you both.”

“Maybe some notice would have been nice!” You stamp your foot down in frustration and Din can only laugh. You’re about as ferocious as a baby ewok. Cara and Karga make their way behind you, the realization that everything is over finally creeping in. Karga promises the pick of the quarries to Din upon his return back to the guild while Cara states that she intends to stay on Nevarro for the time being to help with any stragglers.

“Take care of them, will you?” Cara says to Din as she shakes his hand, and wraps you in a tight embrace before rubbing the child’s ear affectionately.

“Or maybe, they’ll take care of you.” Karga offers. Din looks down to you and the child once more before nodding to the both of them. You offer a small wave to Karga and Cara before Din lightly pulls on your hand.

“Ready?” He asks.

“For what?” You look up at him, confusion in your eyes. Din bends over swiftly, cradling you behind the knees as he picks you back up. “Wait, are we...” You don’t even get to finish your sentence as he takes off into the air. You shut your eyes tightly, completely taken off guard. You feel a low rumbling in Din’s chest as your bury your face into his shoulder even more. “No fair!” you snap at him. But he continues to laugh, a full bodied laugh that wraps around you like the finest fabric, warming you from head to toe.

“Open your eyes, Beautiful.” Din’s voice is full of happiness. “Trust me.”

You open one eye, and then the other, and the view below you is magnificent. The desert plains seems to stretch on for miles, the sand glittering below you. You never considered the oppressive desert terrain to be your favorite but the view is undeniably beautiful. You hold the child closer to you as he also looks on in wonder, chittering away happily in your arms.

As quickly as you are in the air, you begin to feel Din descend as the Crest comes into view. He brings you back to the ground smoothly, the roar of his jetpack slowly diminishing to a dull rumble. Carefully, he places you back down on your feet and looks you over, assessing you for any injuries.

“I’m fine,” you promise him but you know he won’t be satisfied until he’s completely checked you over so you wait patiently. Happy with his assessment, he pulls you tightly to him, the child settling in between you.

“I’m sorry. I never should have put you through any of this. I never should have left you on Arvala-7. I shouldn’t have lied to you,” he explains. As much as you want to tell him he is forgiven, you allow him to apologize; to start new for the both of you. His hands come up to your face, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones tenderly. “I am so, so, sorry. I hope I can earn your forgiveness.”

You place your own hand on the side of his helmet. “You are already forgiven.” Din, once again, gathers you and the child to him, as if holding the most precious treasures in the world. And to him, you both are.

Although exhausted, you and Din give Kuiil a proper burial. After placing one final rock on his grave, Din places the ugnaught’s old leather helmet on top, marking his grave. You both stand there for a few quiet moments, fingers intertwined, as you send off your final thoughts to Kuill. You thank him one last time for protecting the child with his life and hope that he can rest peacefully.

You both make your way back to the Razor Crest and head into the cockpit where the child is waiting in his pod, going between playing with his silver ball and chewing on Din’s mythosaur pendant. “Hello, little thing.” You greet the child as you take a seat next to him. He instantly holds up both arms, making grabbing motions with his hands in a demand to be picked up. You let out a light laugh and indulge the child, cradling him to your chest. A feeling of relief washes over you, something you haven’t felt since before Karga sent his message to Din.

Din takes in the scene before him and has never felt more greater joy than in this moment. However, he knows that he can be even happier, if he could just gain the courage to do so.

“A Mandalorian is able to show his face to his clan,” Din hesitates, his eyes trained on your face and watches you break your gaze away from the child in your arms as you look to him. He sees a beautiful smile grace your lips and his breath is taken away.

“Din, that’s wonderful.” You take one of his hands in yours and give him a squeeze before handing the child off to him. “I’m sure the child will be so excited to know what his father looks like beneath the helm.” You move to get up, hoping to give Din and the child some time to themselves. However, as you try to take a step away, Din holds you firmly in your place and you look back to him, slightly confused.

“I’ll just be...” you attempt to explain but he cuts you off.

“You misunderstand me, Beautiful,” he starts again nervously. “A Mandalorian’s clan includes his children, foundlings,” Din takes a big breath before leaving his pilot’s chair and kneeling before you, “and also his wife.” He takes his hand away for just a moment to remove something from his side. You peer over through watery eyes but he returns to face towards you again before you can see what he was searching for. He presents to you a simple chain with a mudhorn to match the one on his pauldron. Din Djarin’s clan signet.

“You are everything to me. Never, not even in my dreams, did I think I’d ever find someone like you. I had resigned myself to traveling the galaxy alone, getting by from planet to planet. I only existed before you. But you have shown me how to live, Beautiful. And if you will have me, it is my greatest wish to live each day with you, side by side, for all the days that we have. I have loved you for longer than you know, and I will love you even after my last breath.”

Happy tears flow freely from your eyes and you wrap your arms around him and the child. You nod your head yes and the Mandalorian lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He clasps the necklace around your neck and he lays his hand over it where it rests on your chest.

“How does one marry a Mandalorian?” You muse.

“Just a few spoken words, a promise between the two of us to bind us together as one,” Din murmurs against you, still dazed at the fact that you said yes.

“Here then, right now,” you urge but you can sense hesitation from the man before you. “Unless...that’s not okay? I know I must look awful...” you trail off but are quickly cut off.

“No! No. You are always a vision of beauty and I can never deny you. I just want to give you everything you deserve.”

“I can’t think of a better place. This is the place where I realized I loved you,” you confess, extending your arm out into the cockpit. Din’s eyebrows shoot up from behind his helmet and you continue as if you can sense his surprise. “The late nights talking in here and learning more about you, realizing the kind of man you are...I can’t tell you exactly when I did fall in love with you but I can tell you I realized it here.” You lower Din’s helm to your forehead.

“Here then,” he affirms. The child looks in wonder at the both of you and you can’t help but feel that he understands what he is witnessing. Soft whispers of promises pass your lips and you listen as Din makes his own promises in Mando’a and the tone of his voice is so filled with love it washes over you. He doesn’t speak it often and even if you don’t know the words, you still somehow can understand. He will give you the stars if you asked. He will protect you with his life. And he will be with you until the end of time.

Din slowly brings your hands to his head, and together, you lift his helmet off. Your breath catches as he finally reveals himself to you. His skin is tan and smooth, smudged here and there with dirt and sweat, reminding you what you all just endured. You smile at the scruff along his defined jaw and upper lip. His nose is straight with a strong bridge. When your eyes finally lock as his helmet is removed, the wave of emotion is almost too much. Beautiful, brown eyes filled with adoration look down at you and it takes everything for you to remember to keep breathing.

“I’m sorry if I’m...” Din begins but you are quick to silence him with a finger to his lips. He presses a quick kiss to it as a boyish grin forms.

“You are a beautiful man, Din Djarin.” You concede. Your smile widens and matches his own as your explore his face with your eyes and your hands. “I know this face,” you tell him. He holds your hand against the side of his face and you feel him melt into you. Gently, he tips your chin up with his hand and you share a soft, sweet kiss. You’ve had more passionate and heated kisses with each other to be sure, but this one is different. This one is so saturated with love and promise it almost makes you weak in the knees.

Small chirping breaks your moment and you both laugh at the child, demanding to be lifted higher. You take him from Din and hold him in front of you, eye level to Din.

“Hey, womp rat,” Din greets him as he smooths the wrinkles on the child’s forehead. The child brings his hand to Din’s face, taking a moment to consider the new face but instantly recognizing his father. Din feels a wave of emotion course through him, not only because it is the first time you and the child are seeing his face, but it is also the first time he can truly see you both as well. No helmet, no blindfolds, just you, Din and the child wrapped up in each other’s arms. As it should be.

“Ratiin,” he murmurs to himself more than anything, but notes the question in your eyes.

“Always.”

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moskaisley · 4 years

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thin walls

gif cred: @mrpascals

rating: NC-17 lol

word count: 3.1k

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT!! 18+ !! graphic depictions of sex, auralism, mentions of alcohol, jealousy, dumb oblivious clownery, a lil pining, a smidge of angst at the end u know me

a/n:

this is a side story for my ongoing series “migraine” !!

i NEEDED to write something fun since the last part of migraine was so angsty. i really wanted to just explore them having fun together and being bros!!! just vibin!!! being young and dumb!!! and ofc their obvious sexual tension before migraine girl and mando started their romantic relationship. idk when part 5 will be out since i have finals next week, but i definitely dont want to wait a month to post it LOL

for now, enjoy this fun and sexy romcom bullshit

summary:

“You’re the worst wingman ever,” You tease as you kick his calf lightly.

He kicks you back, “Look, the night isn’t over yet. I bet I can get at least one of these people to talk to you.”

You ponder over his challenge for a moment, and then shoot him a mischievous grin. Reaching into a pouch on your belt, you slap some credits onto the table.

“Spoils go to the winner,” you say with a smile, “You have one shot. Blow it and we both go home, casanova.”

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A rough shove from behind nearly had you on your ass in the middle of the firefight. A blaster shot whizzes by your head, nearly clipping you as you struggle to maintain your balance. Another shot goes off, and you hear a body crumple to the ground. You snarl as you bring your elbow around, only for it to be caught by a strong hand.

“Easy!” Qin’s voice echoes in your ears, “A ‘thanks’ would be nice.”

You scoff, roughly tearing your arm from his grip, “I nearly sliced you in half, crazy bastard.”

“Oi, don’t get all riled up, sweetheart. If it weren’t for me, you’d be dead.”

“I’m not your fuckin’ sweetheart, Qin.”

He grunts, waving you off in annoyance. Rolling your eyes, you turn around to proceed forward, ready to berate your beskar clad partner for not watching your back. Yet, to your frustration, The Mandalorian is already far down the hallway, Xi’an bouncing in tow.

You’re not jealous.

You say it to yourself when you wordlessly slip away from your coworkers upon returning to one of Ran’s hangars, ignoring their confused looks and the “Oh Mando, you’re so in trouble” from Vidar. You say it to yourself when you lazily bonk your head against the shower wall in frustration, and you nearly scream it when you hear Xi’an’s breathy giggles from his bunk.

This had been going on for weeks now.

A scrap sheet of durasteel could probably muffle more sound than the current wall you shared with the Mandalorian. And while for the most part, he was a respectful neighbor, it was times like these that you wished you could throw yourself into dead space. The first time you confronted him about the noise, it was almost cute at how awkward he was in apologizing to you. That night, amidst the wanton moans and cries of ecstasy coming from next door, you kept hearing him shush the Twi’lek in that gentle, gravelly voice of his. Even then, every noise still drifted into your bunk, but you decided to be merciful and save him any more embarrassment by keeping quiet. (You made a note in your head, though. He so owes you for this.) Instead, you picked up an old busted radio from the market, fixing it up and tuning in during crises like these. It only connected to one station, but you’d take Val Syko’s Quenk Jazz Jams over the sounds of your partner’s pleasure any day.

But tonight, drowning in the funky sounds of Val’s extensive music collection wasn’t doing it for you. Mando’s groan echoes dully off the walls of your room, and your thighs instinctually press together in an attempt to quell the warmth pooling at your core. You press your fingers to the bridge of your nose. It was unfair, really. Mando was getting action at least once a week, yet your pool kept coming up empty, and you refused to fuck around with any of your current colleagues. Sighing, you check your watch; the night is still young and therefore, incredibly long. Your eyes dart over to your tiny closet, pursing your lips together in apprehension. Another one of Xi’an’s moans rings in your ears.

You know what? Fuck it.

It’s almost comical how the ship falls into abrupt silence when you knock on his door.

“I’m going out,” you say quickly before he could open the door. Silence follows and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t wait up. I’ll be late.”

You’re not sure why you thought your luck would change tonight.

You were nursing your second drink, lazily twisting the straw in the glass and scanning around the cantina for anyone who could catch your eye. On your first round, there was a cute redhead who gave you a sweet compliment on your outfit, but your hope died when she slipped into a booth next to her boyfriend on the other side of the room. You let out a long, exasperated sigh, letting your head drop as you squeeze your eyes shut. This was a dumb idea. You’re gonna be listening to those two all night while Val plays that one song from Mooneyes for the thousandth kriffing time–

“Is this seat taken?”

You groan loudly at his stupid fucking modulated voice.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

Mando slips into the stool next to you, leaning against the bar as he tilts his head.

“I wondered where you ran off to.”

“I can have my fun too, Mando.”

“Clearly,” he quips, gesturing to your lonely exasperated form, huddled over your drink.

“You’re so annoying, you know that?”

You shove him and he laughs, head shaking at how easy you are to tease. Rolling your eyes, you take a sip from your drink. He shuffles a little, subtly leaning to the right, visor skimming over your backside. You smirk, catching him in the act.

“Hey!” You snap your fingers in front of his helmet, “Eyes up here, tin can.”

Pushing your hand to the side, he takes the hem of it in between his fingers and says, “I didn’t know you had clothes like these.”

“What? This old thing?”

Though your lifestyle didn’t allow for a big wardrobe, there were a few times you would indulge yourself in some of the finer things. The dress was oxblood in color, made of soft velvet with a high neck and open back. It hugged your body snugly, ending just above your knees with a leg slit that traveled up your thigh. It took a decent chunk from your paycheck, and you were so compelled to buy it that you didn’t even consider where you’d wear it. But you loved the way it made you feel, and it was a lovely change of pace from the typical bounty hunter getup you often sported.

“It looks nice on you,” he tells you, nonchalantly.

You swallow hard as his gloved fingers brush against your thigh. Dizzying warmth washes over you. What the hell? Drunk already?

“Thanks.”

“What’s the occasion?” He asks you, releasing his hold on your dress.

You shoot him a sardonic smile as you raise your glass, as if you’re toasting.

“I’m taking applications for a new partner. My old one was too busy getting his dick wet and I almost got shot. Had to be saved by Qin, of all people.”

“I dunno, Qin could be a worthy candidate. He seems to be very friendly with you, too.”

“Are you insane? He’s a kriffing psychopath. Almost as crazy as your girlfriend.”

“Hey, she’s not–”

You cock your brows at him and smirk.

He playfully punches your arm as you take another sip.

“Alright, alright. I get it,” he says as you laugh at him, “Let me make it up to you. Are you trying to go home with someone tonight? I can be your wingman.”

You snort at the thought, “Yeah right. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Mando but you’re not exactly the most approachable person. And besides, no one here is really catching my eye. I think I’m just gonna go.”

You’re moving to stand up and pay until he grabs your arm to keep you still.

“No, wait. C’mon, stay. Lets–Let’s just have some fun.”

You smile earnestly at him; Mando’s insistence to spend time with you genuinely warms your heart, so you lean back to your seat and flag down the bartender.

Though a second set of eyes helped in checking out people that you may have overlooked, it kind of defeated the purpose when that set of eyes was known for being one of the fiercest warriors throughout the galaxy. You thought you were able to catch the eye of a particularly dashing fighter pilot, exchanging flirty glances and a little wave. But the second he saw you in an exchange with a Mandalorian, he was quick to dash out the cantina without so much as saying a word to you. Mando kept insisting you both stay, denying that his intimidating armor had any effect on your chances of getting laid.

“Mando, I’m telling you this in the nicest way possible, but you’re scaring people off.”

“Maybe they just like what they see.”

“You’re the worst wingman ever,” You tease as you kick his calf lightly.

He kicks you back, “Look, the night isn’t over yet. I bet I can get at least one of these people to talk to you.”

You ponder over his challenge for a moment, and then shoot him a mischievous grin. Reaching into a pouch on your belt, you slap some credits onto the table.

“Spoils go to the winner,” you say with a smile, “You have one shot. Blow it and we both go home, casanova.”

Needless to say, he fails. Miserably.

The first person he goes up to must’ve been guilty of something. Because as soon as the Mandalorian stalks around the corner to his seat, the poor soul tosses his drink at him and dashes out the door. The metal man stands for a second in shock, and you see his shoulders slack as he lets out a defeated sigh. He rounds the bar back to you, Corellian rum dripping off his helmet and all over his beskar. Your stomach hurts trying to suppress the laughter building inside you, but you couldn’t help it. Your hand flies to your mouth as you snort loudly, laughing so hard that tears almost form in your eyes. You didn’t expect the night to go this way and your endeavors for a hookup had failed terribly, but it still made you happy to spend time with your friend all the same.

“That wasn’t fair. Let me try again.”

You struggle to form a response between your laughs, “No–no way! I–I can’t watch that again.”

“C’mon, I didn’t even get to try. Gimme another chance.”

You shake your head, taking your credits off the table and slipping them back into your pouch.

“Nope, rules are rules, Mando. Let’s just get outta here.”

“No way, I refuse to give up so–”

“She asked you to leave, buddy.”

You turn to look at the new voice, confused and a bit irritated for interrupting your exchange with Mando. You’re met with green eyes, strong shoulders, sexy scruff, olive skin, and a very dashing smile. Your retaliation dies in your throat, and your lips curl into a smile. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

Mando didn’t pick up on this though, “No, it’s not like that. We were just–”

“He was just going, actually. Right, Mando?” You look back at him and give him a wink, “I think I’ve had enough of you today.”

His helmet tilts upward in surprise, and then he chuckles lightly.

“Okay, then.”

He slides off his stool, gesturing to it for your new friend before walking out of the cantina. You watch Mando walk out the door, and the man takes over his seat.

“Was he bothering you?”

“No, actually,” You give him a sweet smile, “He’s a friend.”

He raises his eyebrows in surprise, “Friends with a Mandalorian, eh? What’s that like?”

“Well, they make awful wingmen,” you joke.

“Is that so?”

“Why? Looking to take his place?”

“No, I’m here to buy you a drink.”

Catching your bottom lip with your teeth, you smile and your heart flutters.

“What’s your name?”

“Deo.”

He presses you up against the wall of the cantina outside, hands snaking up your waist and lips pressing hard against yours. Deo grabs and pulls at your flesh, slipping his tongue in your mouth and you moan against him. It’s been so long since you’ve felt someone this way, and it makes your skin sing in pleasure. When he pulls away, he keeps his forehead up against yours, breaths labored and heavy.

“So, mine or yours?”

A devious grin crosses your lips, “Mine.”

“Lead the way, sweetheart.”

You take his hand into yours, clinging to his arm for balance. The drinks have finally caught up to you and there’s a pleasant buzz warming your body as you try your best not to stumble through the streets. As you make it back to the Razor Crest, you stop in front of the side gate, opening the hatch as Deo’s hand meets the small of your back. You pull him up into the loading dock, and he digs his face into your neck, biting at the skin as you press buttons on the door panel. When it shuts, he pushes you up against the wall of the ship, sucking at the skin beneath your jaw and grinding his pelvis up against your ass. You try to suppress a mewl, as you push off the wall and turn to him.

“Not here,” you whisper.

“Why not here?”

A muffled whimper comes from further away, and both of your heads abruptly turn to the source of the noise coming from behind Mando’s door.

Deo looks back to you, brows furrowed, “You sure this ship is yours, honey? Looks occupied.”

“Roommate. He won’t bother us, though.”

You shove him off of you and saunter over to your own bunk door. You turn around and beckon him to come with a single finger.

“C’mere.”

Your dress, along with Deo’s clothes, was left forgotten on the ground of your tiny room. He was quick to the draw, pulling your legs up so they wrapped around his hips and holding your ass for support. He pressed you up against the wall, pushing his cock inside you. You moan loudly, relishing in the feeling of his length filling up your pussy and the pressure of him crowding you against the metal.

And that’s when you realize–

Deo is fucking you up against the wall you share with Mando.

The mere thought of it makes you clench tighter around him and the smile on your face is downright devilish. Your partner can hear every lewd noise you make, just as you’d heard his, and it drove you crazy. Your body flushes with heat, wetness pooling at your core. Your arms pull Deo tighter against you, burying him deeper inside and mewling against his neck.

“Maker, you think he can hear you, honey?”

“Probably,” You let a breathy laugh against him, “Thin walls.”

A distinctly modulated groan echoes from behind you and you can’t suppress the grin that spreads along your lips.

Bastard.

You pull at the base of Deo’s neck, and guide his head to your chest. He nips and sucks at your collar bone, leaving another mark along your skin. Lifting a hand from your ass, he brings it to your breast, kneading it in his hands and running his thumb over your nipple. You whine as he begins to pinch it in between his fingers while he fucks up into you. Coincidentally, Mando’s moans reach your ears again only seconds later.

So we’re playing this game, are we?

You squeeze Deo’s shoulder, the knot in your lower belly getting tighter and tighter the more you focus on the noises coming from the next room over. You know you shouldn’t, but you can’t help the image of your partner holding you like this, fucking you relentlessly against the wall you shared. You wonder if he looks anything like Deo; does he have the same green eyes? Or are they brown? What about his lips? How do they feel against yours? Your neck? Your cunt? You imagine that it’s his hands clutching and squeezing your soft flesh, his cock stretching you open, his stupid fucking voice whispering praises in your ear.

“F–Fuck! I’m gonna cum,” you panted, pressure building up inside you, aching for release.

You swore, you heard Mando’s breath hitch behind you.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over my cock.”

You nearly scream as you come undone around Deo, waves of pleasure washing over you. In your haze, a single thought crosses your mind: Mando was chasing his own release as well.

You know it, you feel it.

So you moan again.

“I had a good time tonight.”

“I did too.”

You hug your body tightly, the air of the hangar was cool against your skin, and you were clad in only a thin shirt and shorts. Deo is holding your upper arms, smiling softly at you as you shivered.

Brushing a strand of hair away from your face, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“We should do this again sometime,” he whispers against your skin, “Maybe, somewhere without your little roommate?”

You giggle, warmth heating up your cheeks.

“We’ll see.”

He bids you goodnight, and you walk back into the Crest, shutting the ramp behind you. You’re turning to go to bed when the sound of your partner’s door makes you freeze. The Mandalorian emerges, free of his beskar armor save for his helmet. He stops when he sees you, surprised by your presence at this hour. You stare at each other in silence for a few moments.

And then you snicker, and he does too.

A pleasant feeling blooms in your chest at the sound of his laugh. You take a few steps closer to him, letting your arms fall to your sides.

“So,” he begins in a low voice, “You didn’t hear any of that, right?”

“Hear what?” You ask him, innocently, “I was a little preoccupied.”

“Really? I didn’t notice.”

You hold a hand against your mouth and giggle.

“So,” he murmurs, “Who was he?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Mando cocks his head to the side, and you swear you see a glint of mischief flash along the t-shape of his visor.

“Well, if I’m not mistaken,” he starts, taking a step closer to you. Your heart picks up in pace.

He gently pushes aside the collar of your shirt to reveal deep red marks blooming along your neck. Your stomach flips at the feeling of his bare fingers along your collarbone. Your throat goes dry.

“You owe me some credits.”

He stays still like this for a moment, and you take a deep breath, his touch feeling electric against your skin. When he goes to remove his hand, it’s instinct when you reach for it, clutching it and holding it in place. You feel him tense beneath you as your fingers wrap his palm. You swallow hard, drinking him in beneath the lowlight of the ship: the shine of his dumb helmet, how he towers over you, the warmth of his presence.

You squeeze his hand, and to your surprise, he squeezes it back. His thumb traced over your fingers, and in your boldness, you gently pull it towards your cheek.

“Mando?” you hear Xi’an’s voice call from his room.

You shut your eyes tight, heart dropping to your stomach. Her call felt like ice water dumping over you, killing the warm, fuzzy feeling that engulfed you only moments earlier. You drop his hand quickly. You hug yourself, fingers buzzing so wildly with nerves, you need to hold it close to keep your hand from shaking. You clear your throat and shoot him a weak smile, avoiding his gaze. Bristling past him, you stop in your doorway and whisper.

“Goodnight, Mando.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

i imagine deo as jake gyllenhaal when he played mysterio just less of a crackhead. :)

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mangobilorian · 4 years

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A Way Out | (mature) i

Pairing: Mandalorian x Reader

Genre: Light Smut

Words: 4341

Summary: You only want to do three things in life: get off your planet, become a pilot, and trace your dead brother's footsteps.

After an unconventional and embarrassing situation, you might consider adding a certain Mandalorian to that list...

As the night grew, so did the sounds of clinking glasses and boisterous chatter. It was still early, but the bar’s reputation lent itself to being occupied faster than the neighboring establishments. After all, the port city teemed with travelers, criminals, and average people, all of whom could use a drink and a woman or two.

You could only sigh at the noise. The bar was your father’s, and the adjoining brothel was your mother’s. Well, it wasn’t a real brothel. It was more of a collection of private rooms attached to the bar. There weren’t many rooms, but the girls were very pretty and ranged from human to Twi’lek to Togruta. They also hated you for some reason. When you turned your back to them, they’d whisper loud enough for you to hear their insults. If you faced them, they faked innocence and accused you of starting drama. Your parents, as loving as they were, were business people first. The girls made them a good profit; of course they’d prioritize their happiness over yours. It’s all for you, they would say.

The only person who understood you was your brother. Oh Maker, how you missed him. He was a pilot, one of the best on the planet. He would fly off-world and come back with tales of his travels. At one point, he promised to teach you to fly. During one of his expeditions, he went missing. You held out hope for months before news of his death arrived at your doorstep. You were only thirteen years old.

Seven years later, you were still stuck in the god-awful tavern. Nothing exciting ever happened, your time was spent helping your parents on the financial aspects of running a business. Of course, the walls had ears, and you were one of them. All the tavern girls were trained in subtlety pilfering information from clients which would then be shared in exchange for money. But you wanted information on things other than drugs and crime. You wanted to know about ways to get out of the planet to trace your brother’s steps. After almost a decade of gathering info, you still pulled up short.

When the night progresses and business overflows, you were often in the back office looking out the one-way window. It’s amusing to see what people do or say when they think no one is watching. You almost don’t notice the change in atmosphere. The regular tavern noises were always in the background of your mind, but the immediate hush caught your attention. Looking up, you see a tall man at the entrance. Armor covered his entire body, even his head. As if he could see you through the window, he tilts his helmet at you. The bar patrons mutter among themselves and resume their drinking after their initial shock.

A Mandalorian, the patrons whisper. Everyone was clearly interested in the man, but an undercurrent of fear ran through them. Bounty hunters, some said. Fiercest warriors in the galaxy, said others. I bet you that he isn’t even human, the brothel girls giggle.

The Mandalorian immediately approaches the girls, his steps direct and focused. He stops short of a green Twi’lek, named Zew’lon, who looks at him with the most seductive eyes she could muster.

“I’m looking for information about a man.” The disappointment of the girls was almost tangible.

“What makes you think we have the info you want? We’re much better at other services,” Zew’lon purrs. The Mandalorian simply stands there.

“I can pay. A male Devaronian, solidly built, and half of his right horn missing with an old scar through his eyebrow. Sound familiar?” The girls look at each other, silently communicating until they reach a decision. The Mandalorian’s description of his bounty struck a familiar chord. Last week, the bar had trouble with a Devaronian, and he was kicked out for harassing a girl. Two days later, he returned for more booze and pleasure only to end the night with his ass on the street outside the building. You didn’t get a good look at his face both nights, but you definitely knew him from the rumor mill. In fact, the man the Mandalorian seems to be looking for is none other than Ras Drun.

Zew’lon turns to the bounty hunter, her lashes fluttering. “We’ll make a deal with you, Mando. You can have the information free of charge if you pick one of us girls to pleasure. Sounds good?” Almost in disbelief, the Mandalorian steps back and examines each girl carefully.

“I can pay you for the information, or I’ll leave and find another bar,” he turns around, but a green hand hooks on to the crook of his elbow.

“You won’t find anything about the Devaronian you’re looking for elsewhere. We’re the best place in the city for drinks and girls but especially for information.” Her fingers curl tighter, the nails almost sinking into the dark fabric covering his arm. “Trust me, we offer the best. We made you a deal, a damn good one, so why won’t you take it? Is it because we’re not pretty enough for you?” She asks as she steps closer. Zew’lon is close enough that her head is only a few inches away from the Mandalorian’s covered neck, her glittering eyes looking into the darkened T-shaped visor. He tugs his elbow out from her grasp, almost violently.

“Then I’m leaving.” Something surges in your chest. The feeling of a missed opportunity, or maybe a longing for excitement. You clamor to the door and just as the Mandalorian walks away, you step out of the office.

“I know the Devaronian. Ras Drun, correct?” Your voice is loud enough for him to hear, albeit a little shaky. Stopping in his tracks, he faces you. Zew’lon shoots you daggers and a thin-lipped smile.

“Ah yes, the darling little owner’s daughter. Don’t worry, Mando. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. She just wants to mess--” he holds a hand up, effectively silencing her and the entire bar of customers, all of whom were simply watching the scene unfold.

“You know Ras Drun?” You nod. “Tell me more,” he says, already reaching for a bag of credits. Before he can approach you, Zew’lon braces an arm against his chest plate.

“That girl abides by the laws of the tavern. We make an offer, and she upholds it.” Zew’lon can barely hide her annoyance. The Mandalorian grunts and shoves her arm off, continuing to walk towards you. Zew’lon, miffed and angry, reaches you before he does and drags you into the office.

“What do you think you’re doing, little girl?” The pure rage in her eyes makes you rethink all your prior decisions.

“He just wanted to know about the bounty. Holding that information for sex isn’t really moral, is it?” She laughs in disbelief.

“It’s immoral? Of course it is, girl. I’m a whore, I steal information from the criminals who come to fuck me, and I sell that info to the highest bidder. That’s what we all do. For once, a man who isn’t a gross Hutt or slimy criminal comes for our product. I’ve never had a taste of Mandalorians, you know. So when we offer him a perfectly good deal, you have the audacity to come down from your little throne because it’s immoral?” She scoffs, her fingers curling into her palms. Talons, you think. Zew’lon has talons, not nails.

Sighing, she looks at you. Really looks at you. She sees the pathetic way you curl into yourself, your downcast eyes, and sad posture. Maker, you had the confidence of a worm. A thought bubbles into Zew’lon’s head. She knew you were a virgin; it was a constant topic of conversation among the girls.

“Tell you what. You go to your precious Mando and tell him all about that Devaronian. But. He has to sleep with you. And we’ll know if it happens.” Brows furrowing, you look up at the Twi’lek. Fear hammers in your chest.

“Why--” she holds up a taloned finger.

“No protest. Either you do it or we do. Now let’s go.” She basically drags you out, her nails digging into your skin. When you leave the office, you see the Mandalorian standing in the same spot. The brothel girls are now dispersed back into their regular job of seducing the customers.

“Well, Mando. Feel free to take her.” She shoves you into the Mandalorian’s chest, his reflexes fast enough to stop a full collision with his chest plate. However, the bottom of his helmet dug into your forehead, making you wince. “Remember, little girl. We’ll know.” Zew’lon winks then moves on to flirt around the bar. The Mandalorian releases your arms and looks at you with anticipation. You clear your throat.

“Right. Um… this way.” You lead him down a hallway obscured by a red curtain. To the left are the private rooms for clients. To the right are the stairs leading to your living quarters above the tavern. On instinct, your feet go right before you realize that you were dragging an armored bounty hunter to what was essentially your house. Too late now to back out, you guess. As you climb the stairs shakily, you’re thankful that your parents are out on a business trip and won’t be there to see dragging a Mandalorian to your room.

You push open your door, the man behind you still as silent as ever. He sets his rifle down on your desk table and leans against the wall. Maker, he looks so large. Tall, broad shoulders, and so kriffing intimidating. You would be lying if you didn’t say you were attracted to the sight. He just stares at you, waiting. You clear your throat and shuffle your feet.

“The man you’re… uh… looking for is Ras Drun. He came to this tavern twice in the past week. The last time he was here was five days ago, I think.” You look everywhere but at him. You’re telling him about his bounty, but it feels like you’re the one he’s hunting instead. “Apparently, he has the habit of rotating around bars. I’m pretty sure he’s an alcoholic,” an awkward laugh bubbles out. “Anyway, rumor has it that he killed another Devaronian named Varc recently. Varc was an alright dude, but I think he was a spice dealer. A lot of people got mad when he died since he was their only source, you know?” The Mandalorian hadn’t moved a single inch since you started talking.

“A lot of Varc’s friends hang around the spaceport, so I doubt Ras left the planet. He’s probably laying low before he can leave to find more alcohol.” News of Varc’s death travelled fast, and all the local pilots knew about Ras almost immediately.

“How do you know all of this?” He tilts his head forward, light glinting off his helmet. His shoulders have dropped, his stance widened. He looks so relaxed.

“People talk and… I hang around the spaceport a lot. So I heard about it there too. I know Varc’s pilot friends. Here, I can give you their names.” Before he could say anything, you pull out some durasheet and a pen, writing down the pilot’s names, other taverns, and anything else you could think of that would help the Mandalorian. You don’t even know why you’re being so helpful. He takes the sheet in his hands and just stands there.

The Mandalorian pulls out a bag of credits and walks over to you, dropping it into your hand.

“Thank you,” he says as he turns to open the door. Nothing happens. He twists the handle again, but the door doesn’t budge. How can the door be locked from the outside? “It’s locked. Why did you--”

“Mando… didn’t that girl tell you what the deal was?” Zew’lon’s voice echoes from the other side. “We put a bunch of heavy things outside the door, so don’t even try to leave until after midnight. That’s when the most fun happens after all.” Giggles chorus from outside then die down as the girls leave. The Mandalorian turns to you.

Anger. All you feel is anger deep in your stomach. How dare they trap you in your own fucking room?! With a bounty hunter, no less. But you’re also afraid. Because now you have to address the “deal” you made with Zew’lon. The Mandalorian’s fists clench at his sides. He wants to pick up his rifle and get the fuck out of there.

Ras Drun had escaped him on two planets. That Devaronian knew Mando was after him, so he made it as hard as he could to find him. Until he apparently murdered the friendly neighborhood spice dealer. What an idiot. Mando knows he can break out of this room. A couple shots of his amban rifle and the door would be gone to bits. Or he could simply prop open your window and crawl out that way. Uncivilized but necessary. But the Twi’lek’s words and your anxious face confused him.

Maker, you were the most nervous person he had ever met. And that’s including the list of bounties who begged for their life. Mando understood that his reputation, or his culture for the matter, preceded him. Mandalorians were bounty hunters, hired mercenaries, and the best fighters in the galaxy. Anyone would be nervous around him. But you… you were shifty around everyone. Even the annoying Twi’lek. You hadn’t even protested when she dragged you into the back room or when she pushed you into his chest. You just stood there and took it. And you could barely even muster up the confidence to tell him about Ras Drun. The very cadence of your voice and posture screamed anxiety and fear. Somehow, your demeanor frustrates him.

Mando sighs. You gave him useful information but at what cost to? Being stuck with a young, frightened girl while his ship was docked in the port? He was exhausted from a long day in hyperspace and just wanted a private place to take off his helmet and sleep. He could tell that his silence was killing you, given that you were gnawing on your bottom lip nervously.

“What deal?’ he asks, probably too harshly. The distortion of his voice made him sound lifeless, scarier. He sees you gulp, his eyes trained on the soft column of your throat. He could also see the ways your eyes moved, as if you were contemplating on whether you should lie.

“Z-zew’lon said that I have to s-sleep with you after I tell you a-about Ras. I didn’t think she’d lock us in here. Honest to Maker. I r-really didn’t know,” you all but sob. The reality was sinking in for you. Mando shakes his head. You were quite obviously on the verge of a panic attack. He doesn’t really deal with stuff like that. But there was something about the entire situation that seemed… deeper to you. Yes, you were stuck with a scary bounty hunter. But the blush on your cheeks was probably not from the tears about to sprout from your eyes.

To test his budding theory, Mando steps closer and sees your blush deepen. You don’t move a muscle as Mando stands right in front of you, his feet entering your periphery. Cautiously, almost hesitantly, a gloved hand lifts your chin. Your lips tremble under his touch, and Mando can see the unshed tears gathering. “Do you want to sleep with me?” he asks, if only to see your reaction. Your eyes widen comically as you try to sputter a response, but a finger stops your lips from moving. They tingle from the sensation.

“I think it’s clear the Twi’lek won’t let us out anytime soon. I won’t do anything you don’t me to do.” He looks past you and at your bed. Your medium-sized, fluffy, real bed. “I could use some sleep, anyway.” He lets go of you, and he could see a flash of emotion in your eyes. Disappointment, maybe? Why would you be disappointed? He thought that the idea of him just sleeping wouldn’t scare you as much as actually have to sleep with him. But no, the nervousness was still there. Kriffing hell, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to sleep in a real bed. Weeks on the Razor Crest’s atrocious cot did nothing for his aching back. But now he has to calm you down first before he can sleep. In your silence, you just stare back at him.

“Do you trust me?” He chides himself. Of course you don’t trust him; he’s a helmeted bounty hunter. But to his surprise, you nod. “Do you have a spare piece of fabric?” You nod again and move to get an old shirt. Gently, he takes it from your hands and looks at your eyes. One swipe of his gloved finger and the moisture is gone. He wraps the shirt around your eyes, ensuring its snug fit. “Can you see anything?” You shake your head.

Slowly, he removes his armor. His helmet stays on and he places the armor next to his rifle. He locks the door and turns off the light. You gasp at the added black to your vision. Mando, still able to see with his helmet, maneuvers you to the bed. You almost stumble backwards, but his arms hold on to you. His hands radiate heat, the calloused fingers almost soothing to your skin. Wait. He’s not wearing his gloves. In fact, when you reach out to touch him, you realize he’s not wearing any armor at all. Except for his helmet. So very carefully, Mando sets you down in a sitting position. Now he is the one who is nervous.

Maker, this was his idea, and he knows it’s not a good one. But seeing you perched on the bed, eyes covered, and shoulders hunched in nervousness really does set off some deep primal instinct. However enticing you do look though, he just wants to ease your anxiety then promptly sleep. The sound of a hiss echoes around the room as he lifts his helmet off and sets it down on the floor next to the bed. You couldn’t believe it. Ten minutes ago, you were rambling to him about his next bounty and now he’s helmetless while you’re blindfolded on your bed.

Mando can’t see anything anymore, but he remembers your general position. His hands cradle your face so very gently. Who would have known that the scariest hunter in the parsec was so soft? His breath fans over your face briefly. This was it. Your first kiss would be with a Mandalorian. Instead of your lips, however, you feel a pressure on your forehead. A soft, plush pressure. He kissed my forehead, you think in disbelief.

Mando could sense your frustration. But he wants to go easy on you since you probably were the most delicate person he’s ever met. To his surprise (and frankly to yours too), you tilt your face up, and press into where you think his lips are. You land on his chin and can practically feel his shock. He closes the gap between you, and Maker, his lips feel so good. An involuntary shiver runs through your body, much to Mando’s delight. Your hands snake around his neck to tug him closer. More. You wanted more.

Mando broke for air before slotting his lips against yours with more fervor. His lips make yours tingle, and you resist the urge to moan. You didn’t know if you were doing a good job or not; all you knew was that you never wanted it to end.

As for Mando, he could barely contain his nerves. You were the first person he’d taken his helmet off around ever. No one on his (short) list of people he’s been intimate with had ever been in the same room as him without his helmet. He knew that his helmet was 100% his sex appeal. The mystery of the man behind the helm drove certain girls crazy apparently. But something about the way you reacted to him made him think differently. Yes, you were probably scared because he was a Mandalorian. But you were equally scared in the dark. However, all that fear went out the window the second he kissed you. You were incredibly receptive to his touches. So sensitive. For his first kiss, he thoroughly enjoyed it too.

Very carefully, he began to ease you backwards. You were slowly laid flat on your bed with Mando on top. Groaning, you open your mouth wider, your tongue gently prodding at his. Mando hisses at the contact and responds in kind. Your hands were fully tugging at his hair by now (not that he minded), and his hands somehow found their way to your hips. The pressure from his weight makes it harder to breathe, but breathing doesn’t really matter right now. Minutes pass (or possibly hours). The kissing only stops when you need air. Eventually, his head lowers down. Past your trembling chin and to your warm neck.

Stars, you were so warm and soft. Mando nudges his nose on the column of your throat, mouth opening to allow teeth to bite gently at the flesh there. You gasp, fingers pulling harder at his hair. You were so mindless with pleasure and sensation, not bothering to notice how utterly restless you were. Grunting, Mando breaks away from your neck and pulls your hands off of him.

“W-why’d you stop?” A calloused hand clasps both of your smaller ones and holds them above your head, your arms stretching to accommodate the new position.

“Stay still,” he orders before diving to attach his mouth to the skin above your collarbone. You winced when he bit down particularly hard, but his tongue soothes the mark after. A moan escapes you when he begins to suck on your skin. Maker, you’d heard stories of pleasure like this, and you never believed them. But now, arms held up by a mysterious bounty hunter in your bedroom, the prospect of losing your virginity never felt more thrilling. His free hand skims your sides, tugging your shirt higher. The cold air on your exposed stomach makes you shiver, but a warm hand glazes over you. Quickly--almost too quickly-- Mando takes off your undergarments and discards it to the side.

The change is definitely nerve-wracking. As if he could sense your inexperience, Mando moves very slowly and carefully. Then a warmth envelopes you right there and wow, everything is so new and exciting and good.

“So--fucking-- so soft,” he groans as he continues his ministrations, stopping sometimes to place tiny kisses over your chest. You could get lost in the feeling for the rest of your life. He peppers in bites then glosses over them with more kisses and touches. His free hand rubs circles on your clenched thighs as if he knows the pleasure and agony he’s putting you through. However, the pressure on your pelvis increases, and Mando’s kisses slow down. As if a weight was placed on his back, Mando buckles down and lies flat on top of you.

“I- are you ok?” You grunt out, unused to the weight. He simply groans in response.

“Sleepy.” Oh. So he was tired.

Annoyed, you pull down your shirt and drag him up the bed in a position next to you. His solid build was too heavy for you to gracefully move, and he was no help either. Kriffing hell, did he really pass out? Were you cockblocked by exhaustion? Well it didn’t really matter now because you had a passed out Mandalorian next to you and a very pressing problem between your legs. The thought of rubbing one out crossed your mind, but the embarrassment from getting caught would outweigh any pleasure. You hold your hands against your blindfold in frustration, deciding to get some sleep. You’d deal with the Mandalorian in the morning.

*****

The room was bright. Too bright. You shift to your side and face the wall opposite the window and feel an empty space. Wait. With a gasp, you bolt upright to find the room devoid of the Mandalorian. The curtains are pushed open, hence the light, but the window itself is closed. Maybe he didn’t sneak out after all. But one look at your side table had all the proof of his leave.

A bag of credits secures a note with the spare shirt he used to blindfold you next to it. Gingerly, you lift the note. “Thank you for the information. I apologize for leaving without a goodbye.”

Your heart fell to your stomach. He didn’t even say that he would see you again. Pathetic. You were so pathetic. Of course he wouldn’t bother with some random girl he made out with and whose bed he slept in. Maker, you felt so used. You had hoped to see him in the morning, but the universe didn’t want that to happen. It would probably be awkward if he had stayed, though.

Groaning, you step off your bed and test out the door. It opened easily. It seems that Zew’lon really did remove the stuff behind the door since the Mandalorian clearly hadn’t shot it down. You make your way to the fresher and gasp at your reflection in the mirror.

Bite marks. Bite marks everywhere. Bruises littered your neck, the top of your chest, even your breasts. It looked… horrendous actually. The purples and reds mar your skin as if someone tried to literally eat you. But a small part of you swells with pride. The Mandalorian gave you those marks. Last night. In your bed. Even though he’ll probably never come back, you at least had his marks to wear until they faded away.

With a smile on your face, you leave the fresher and get ready for the day, the Mandalorian lingering in the back of your mind.

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