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daimyosprincess · 11 months

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wip game: Sharp Objects

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it.

Thank you for the ask bb! Ok so I've had this idea kicking around my head for a while and I hope to get to write it after I finish with Ex Libris and Twin Suns. I've got about 3k in little scenes written where I've had inspiration.

It's gonna be a multi-part rivals (not really enemies, but def antagonistic) to lovers (but still very antagonistic lmao) fic set during the later part of the Empire. Reader (which may change to an OC) is a bounty hunter that goes by "The Jagiir," or Jag for short, (a jagiir is the Star Wars equivalent to a jaguar I've decided) who competes with Boba as they fight their way up the bounty hunting world. It's going to be deliciously spicy and lil toxic but that's life baybee

Enjoy a lil snippet below the cut 🤭

As always, my work is intended for 18+ audiences even if there are no explicit sexual content.

18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“That was my fucking bounty.”

You grin into your drink. Looks like Fett had finally arrived. “Hmm? What bounty?” you ask with mock innocence, blinking up to stare into the green helmet above you.

“Don't act like you don't know.” Boba grits out, balling his fists until his leather gloves creak in protest.

He's obviously pissed, but you're in a good mood and want to test your luck. “Oh, on Eelayis? That's funny, because as I recall that was a Guild bounty,” you reply cheekily, taking another swing of your spotchka, “not a private one with your name on it.”

“I'm not in the mood for your antics, kitten.” He emphasizes the pet name, knowing you hated that one the most. If you wanted to push buttons, he could too.

“Then what are you in the mood for?” you retort, reaching up to jab your finger on his chest plate playfully.

You were having entirely too much fun, Boba thinks. He grabs your wrist and pulls himself down to your ear. “Is that your problem, little princess? Nobody to fuck you like you need?” Your muscles tense in his grasp, your intent sharpening.

Running languid eyes up and down his broad frame, you smirk. “Why? You looking for someone to fuck, Fett?”

The smoldering look in your eyes almost does him in, makes him slam you down and fuck the disrespect right out of you then and there. Almost. Instead he turns on his heel, purposely letting the butt of his blaster knock your drink into your lap. Brat.

“You son of a-”

The rest of your words are cut off by the shattering of glass on the back of his helmet. Whipping around, he finds you smug-faced with your arm still outstretched from your throw, completely unabashed. You knew you'd crossed the line and weren't sorry in the least. That was fucking it.

Lunging towards you, Boba crashes his armored body into yours, shoving you into the booth wall. Knowing he has a codpiece, you opt to kick his knees out and roll him off you into the floor under the table. Scrambling out of the booth, he catches your ankle, sending you sprawling and your chin crashing into the dirty cantina floor. The sharp taste of blood fills your mouth and your mind stutters at the impact. Kark that hurt.

The room around you has exploded into chaos: Tsar's was one of those seedy joints that was always one punch away from a riot. Boots fill your watery vision as other patrons begin settling their own scores above you. Forcing yourself to focus, you kick at Boba's hands grabbing and pulling on your legs. You definitely pushed it too far with him this time, but you just couldn't help yourself—his domineering attitude just begged to be tested. And who better to do it than you?

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#yeah they're gonna have some of that nasty good sex for sure for sure #sharp objects fic #zwei writes #boba fett x reader #fanfic #ask #ask game #wip

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cherryblossomriot · 3 years

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i had a dream the other day that was basically a dinluke cowboy au and it has been HAUNTING me, so just allow me to deposit it upon you like my subconscious drop kicked it onto me:

Luke is a disabled veteran who has returned from war one hand lighter and several scars heavier. When he returns, his family, who are heavily involved in the politics/military of this fictional land, don’t understand his now jaded and melancholic view of both the world, but also the ideologies that they so strongly believe in, leading him to constantly feel like an outcast even among the people that he so dearly loves. They’re all passionate and strong-willed, but they still don’t understand, not his struggles with mental health or his new perspective, and it just makes things worse and worse and worse. Anakin is a general, and though he’s seen the gruesomeness of war firsthand, he’s also become desensitized to it and has anger-management issues, so he often almost finds a sort of refuge within the chaos of battle, so he clearly cannot even fathom the emotions and trauma that Luke is trying to sort through, much less know how to deal with them properly. Padme is a senator and cares deeply about the crimes and seemingly senseless violence occurring during the war, but she’s also a politician and knows how to play the long game, so when Luke comes to her, he leaves feeling misunderstood and pushed aside. Leia is the only one who seemingly understands, as the pair of them have a deep, intrinsic bond, but she doesn’t fully grasp Luke’s moods and doesn’t handle his breakdowns and flashbacks well. So everyone feels a little upset, a little unsettled, and a lot like they don’t understand why and how Luke has changed, which leads to Luke feeling more and more out of place within his own family. The war ends relatively soon after Luke’s return, which leads to parades which leads to awards which leads to balls and banquets, all of which Luke is forced to attend, his heart dragging but his head held high, because he’s an Amidala-Skywalker goddammit, and we have a certain responsibility and image to maintain to the public and everyone who endured so much. So Luke has to sit there through awards and boasts of glory and mentions of battle scars and it goes on and on and on, and he has to smile and bear it and accept the medal that they’re giving him because he did such a great service to his country and-he has a panic attack. A nasty one that leads to him having to flee from a ballroom, and outside to the gardens. Once he’s there, he realizes that he doesn’t want to go back in. At all. So he runs away. He just picks a direction and goes, stealing a car on the way (this is a modern au but also fictional countries because I don’t want to get into real politics, hooo boy no siree). In the middle of nowhere, he gets caught in a storm and basically crashes his car and passes out.

But when he wakes up! That’s when the fun begins.

He’s in this cozy sort of bedroom, and this hot guy is fast asleep in the chair beside his bed, and is that a little kid in his lap? Anyway, the hot guy wakes up, introduces himself as Din Djarin in the softest, most attractive voice Luke has ever heard with his own two ears, and doesn’t ask him where he’s from or what he was doing driving in the middle of bumfuck nowhere at 3 in the morning, so Luke is obligated to have a lil crush on him, even though he’s not sure about the kid. So he asks, and Din introduces him to his son Grogu, who waves at him and signs hello, because, as Din explains, he doesn’t speak much, and the foster system wasn’t too kind to him, so he’s got a little bit of trauma to work through. And Luke just, instantly falls in love with this soft dad and his cute little son who can shift his features from the biggest, most pleading puppy eyes ever to the face of a demented gremlin who will try to eat the frog he caught in the backyard, no matter how slimy it is, or how hard it tries to wriggle out of his hands. Din tells Luke that he can stay for however long he needs, because Luke’s kinda injured from his accident, and anyway, once he’s healed up, they always could use another hand on the farm. So Luke stays, and he meets all of Din’s other farm hands (and shitty friends). There’s Boba, who doesn’t talk much, but when he does it’s always something slightly ominous and menacing, and Luke thinks that his name sounds familiar...hey wasn’t he on the news for robbing a couple banks a few years back?...no, surely not..., Fennec, who speaks even less than Boba, and manages to be far, far more intimidating, but also helps Luke with his prosthetic and gives him fun little tips that always sound more like she’s cut off a lot more limbs than she’s lost. Cara Dune (who is not gina carano but i digress) is also there, and she’s just constantly a harbinger of chaos, but will babysit Grogu whenever Din wants to brood and stare longingly into the distance (or at Luke who’s also brooding as the sun sets but shhh). Bo-Katan and the gang are there, and while Bo-Katan grumbles about how the old ranch boss had different/better methods on how to run things, she still follows Din’s lead and helps him with the finances and taxes. They all take to Luke like a wildfire, because Luke is a sunshine boy who can make friends with literally anyone and somehow manages to make Din not only smile but laugh, but also because they can tell he’s got a lot of trauma and pain bubbling just under the surface, and they all silently but collectively agreed a long time ago that they are the patron saints of troubled and lost souls.

When Luke gets better and starts to help out, he’s constantly upset with himself because he used to help out at his aunt and uncle’s farm in the summers when he was a kid, and he knows how to do this stuff, but his prosthetic is really throwing him off and his body has sustained a lot of other injuries that make doing manual labor a much more different experience than it used to be, but everyone is really patient with him and helps him out, especially Din. At one point, Din is so nice that Luke just loses it, because he doesn’t understand how Din can be so kind and so patient, and care about him so much, and kind of calls himself broken and useless in front of Din, and Din gets super protective and grabs his hands (real and prosthetic) and tells him that he’s not broken or useless, and you’re so sweet and wonderful, and can’t you see? Ever since you’ve been here, everyone’s been so much happier, so much lighter. You’ve brought something precious to us, but most of all to me. And they’re standing really close and for a second Luke thinks Din is going to kiss him, but instead, Luke realizes that he’s crying, and Din just wraps his arms around him and holds him.

After that, time sort of blurs, marked by things like Grogu climbing into Luke’s bed because he sensed that he was having a nightmare, and Din waking up to find the pair of them coloring in a serene silence, Luke getting the hang of ranch life and his prosthetic and dealing with his panic attacks and flashbacks as they come, and Din enduring relentless badgering from his friends because hey, if you don’t marry Luke, I will and Fennec, you’re a lesbian and that doesn’t matter, it’ll be a marriage of twink and butch solidarity. And all the while, Din and Luke are spinning closer and closer towards each other, two suns hurtling in their orbit to the other with an inescapable certainty.

When it finally happens, they’ve just gotten back from one of those cowboy dances (idk what they’re called...hoedowns? yeah okay) (and yes, I wanted to hit all of the cliches in the book, thank you very much), and Grogu’s fallen fast asleep on Luke’s shoulder. After they tuck him up all snug in his bed, they head out to the porch, because it’s raining outside, and the steady thrum of water droplets splattering on the roof and on the grass is the most soothing sound Luke has ever heard (aside from Din’s voice), and he’s a little too afraid to go to sleep and ruin his perfect night with a nightmare. They stand there for a while, silence binding them together, shoulders brushing every now and then, hesitant and questioning. Luke thinks about how Din had asked him to dance earlier, his lips tilted in a teasing, but achingly soft smile, and how his heart had pounded a tattoo to the shape of his ribs when they’d pushed up so close together, the fast, rowdy dances of the beginning of the night having faded to something lasting, something meaningful. Luke remembers the ball he’d run away from, how the dancing had been cold, almost jeering in a way, and Luke realizes how far he’s come, how different it is here. And suddenly, there isn’t a question in his mind anymore. He turns toward Din, who turns toward him, and when he leans forward, Din breathes an uncertain “Luke-”, but he doesn’t get to finish the thought. Luke kisses him, and he kisses back, and it’s just them. There are hands in hair and noses nudged together, and at some point, they move, without either of them releasing the other, into the house and into Din’s bedroom. Buttons are unbuttoned, and whole stretches of skin are kissed, and when it’s over, they curl up together, Din tucking his head into the crook of Luke’s neck and falling asleep there.

When they wake up, Luke explains why he came here, why he ran away, all the while Din looks at him with his beautiful dark eyes and runs his hands through Luke’s hair, which is catching the sunlight filtering in through the window and making him look like he has a halo, all the while never once condemning him for keeping it a secret this whole time. After he’s finished, he expects some sort of shocked reaction-after all, his family’s pretty famous, but all Din does is kiss him and ask, “Wait, so you have a twin?”

It’s so unexpected that Luke throws his head back and bursts into uncontrollable, and very contagious peals of laughter, and when he’s finally able to breathe again, he kisses Din’s forehead and murmurs, “I love you.”

Din, who has been touch starved and lonely for years (no time for relationships when you’ve got a business to run and a toddler to raise), tears up and kisses him, too overwhelmed for words. But Luke understands.

And then Grogu pushes his way into the room holding up a box of Frosted Flakes above his head and shaking it, as if to say, I’d like to eat now, please.

Din and Luke stifle their smiles into the other’s shoulder, and when they get up, Luke can’t help but think that he’s finally where he belongs.

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It takes approximately .5 seconds for all the others to figure out they’re together now, and Cara and Bo-Katan (of all people) start cheering immediately, to Din and Luke’s shock. Boba and Fennec grumble and begrudgingly hand over a huge wad of cash each to Cara and Bo-Katan because they thought it would take them at least another two weeks to get together. Din’s very done with his friends at this point, but he takes one look at Luke’s flustered but smiling face and decides he won’t kill them all this time.

And if everyone thought Luke was a lot of excitement for a humble ranch in the middle of nowhere, then they are in no way, shape, or form, prepared for when his very angry twin sister shows up with a himbo with a shit-eating grin and his 7 foot tall best friend she hired to track her brother down.

(needless to say, Boba punches Han within two minutes of interaction).

#dinluke #dinluke headcanon #dinluke fic #skydalorian #luke skywalker #din djaren #bo-katan kryze #fennec shand #leia organa #they just love each other a lot #and i am but a conduit of that love #Han takes one look at Boba and decides it's his life mission to just annoy the shit out of him #he stays away from fennec though #she's very scary #and she has no time for his dumbass #leia is even more angry and hard to deal with than she usually would be #because not only has her twin brother been missing for like four months #but she has had to deal with han thee peak dumbass solo for at least a week and its driving her insane #Chewwy fits right in #he hangs out with fennec and they go out and shoot cans together #leia hears that luke and din are together now #and she's like #you saw one (1) dilf and couldn't help yourself could you #and din's like #what's a dilf????#and luke is like #it means you're very hot #and leia rolls her eyes

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nishinoyawn · 2 years

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hello my fav shoyou fucker brethren i am here w soft shoyou headcanons !

holding hands ! hinata loves to hold ur hand and play w ur fingers. he wraps his hand around ur wrist and rubs circles onto ur wrist bone

the cuddliest golden retriever, he likes to snuggle into the crook of ur neck or on ur chest. he likes to be big spoon too, he just likes to hold u and get held hehe

shoyou loves to go out ! he likes going to the beach to play vball and going to cafes to try “fancy drinks” (theyre just like,, different kinds of lattes. the turmeric one he didn’t really like a lot. he’s in love w dark chocolate mochas) and going on hikes and bike rides. hes fine doing it alone or w his friends (there is an incredibly amusing and very large amount of pics of him, bokuto, atsumu, sakusa and/or kageyama doing all these things) but he loves doing all these things w u too !

used to be careful to shower post-gym w u but now WILL flop on top of u. he’s sweaty and warm and likes kissing u while u shriek and try to shove him off. u can’t, he’s absolutely jacked, but his laugh while u try is worth the effort

shoyou w necklaces ! hes not a bigggg chain person but he can pull it off. he likes those beaded necklaces that are in trend. or anything shiny, really. crystals are cool to him. its on brand w the crow thing.

this mans is obsessed w vball but he also adores u. nothing like a rainy day post-run or post-gym, and post-8 hour practice, watching volleyball tapes w u curled up by his side doing ur own thing. he sometimes talks excitedly through them but sometimes he sits in stone silence and takes notes. u don’t mind, you’ve got ur own work to do and books to read. u like to study his profile sometimes, though, the curve of his long lashes and the strong cut of his jaw. u like to watch the way his hands will shadow the movements of the players on screen, big palms and thick fingers.

^^ and then u get horny and u just really need to wiggle on to his lap and look at him w big eyes and hes a goner for u, spreading u out on the couch or bed to eat u out and fill u w those fingers and slap ur clit w those palms and then fuck u for the next 8 hours <33 he’s got stamina and big balls full of cum to empty in u

— lil boba

@lovingnekoma @souyawn

I’m on absolute shoyo brain rot tonight and no one can escape me rn

#have been in the drafts for so LONG #but here we are #seeing the light of day #god HE #the way he’s so soft and then the eND #GAH #noodle answers #more like dies #broth: hq #topping: hinata shoyo #spicy ramen #hinata smut #hq smut #favorites #photastic pals #patron: lil boba #the loml <3

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