No Disintegrations

OBI-WAN KENOBI

ANOTHER HAPPY LANDING - You and your husband Obi-Wan Kenobi have to sneak around hiding your marriage at an event. (f!reader, fluff)

ONE LAST TIME - An invitation to spend the night with your former flame, Anakin Skywalker, is the perfect opportunity for you and Obi-Wan to locate his base. (f!reader, smut with Anakin)

DRABBLES/PROMPTS (all gn!reader): Obi-Wan gets jealous Surprising Obi in his quarters Comforting Obi-Wan after Episode III

CAPTAIN REX

Easy to Love (gn!reader drabble) Breaking up and getting back together (gn!reader prompt) Rex proposing to you (gn!reader prompt) Rex learning he’s the best you’ve had (f!reader)

COBB VANTH

Rumor Has It (f!reader, smut) Melt With You (f!reader, smut)

MISC

STAR HOES: ATTACK OF THE CLONES - F!Reader x Fives, Cody, Rex (smut) How Boba, Din, and Cobb Propose

MOON KNIGHT - STEVEN GRANT

Nice and Easy (f!reader, smut)

Boba takes a sip of his caf, praying you’d come back to the table so that this conversation could end. The two former foes were now in the awkward position that so many men find themselves in…. “Our girls are friends, so I think that means we’re friends too?”

“Did you know…” Han trails off.

Boba cocks an eyebrow at the faltering and looks at Solo, before following his line of vision — Leia Organa. Always on a mission, Leia removes her gloves coming from the flight hangar, and dashes towards the food, where she strikes up a conversation with you.

“Did you know you wanted to marry her from the beginning? Or did it take a while to… you know.”

Boba can’t help the smile that plays at his lips, and he takes another sip of caf. He was fairly certain that Han Solo would ever be his friend of choice, but his hard headedness reminds Boba of his former self. “Once you stop fighting yourself, you’ll know,” says Boba. “I think Organa is good for you. She gives you discipline. Makes you fight for more than just yourself.”

“Well, Boba, you and I have more in common than we thought then,” Han says, slapping Boba on the back — and the hot caf in his hands topples over the sides of his mug onto Boba's fingers. “Oh, sorry.”

It was true. Boba felt himself changing every day he was with you, yearning for more than his life was alone. Nights before a mission would be spent together on his ship, connecting physically and emotionally to prepare you both for what was to come, and any chance you could sneak away for a day or two at the cottage was a welcome breath of fresh air and normalcy to think about what your future together could be.

With your trip to the forest moon of Endor, and Boba's piloting mission to the remains of the Death Star approaching, his mind was racing with all different possibilities and outcomes.

Could the end of this war really be near? Could he live a life by your side without secrecy?

Celebrating your victory in the Ewok village, with fireworks in the sky, and you on his arm feels surreal. People are cheering, hugging, kissing, screaming with joy; and here was Boba Fett, in the middle of it all, as someone who had contributed to the greater good of the galaxy.

He catches you when you begin to cry tears of joy amongst the crowd, and he keeps you close to his chest so that you can compose yourself privately. "It's all over," you sob. "We won. We took them down."

"Yes, my love. No more hiding, no more fighting," Boba says softly, and cradles your head. "Any idea what you want to do with the rest of your life?"

"As long as I'm with you, I don't care," you laugh. "Our life can be whatever we want it to be now."

Boba steadies your face in his hands. He kisses you, there in front of everyone for the first time amidst the chaos, fireworks setting off around you, and somehow feeling like the only two people in a crowd. No more secrecy. No more fear. No more bounty on your heads. Just a husband and wife celebrating freely.

"I love you," Boba says firmly. "I will love you for all time, Princess."

"I love you, Boba. Always."

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You had time at the cottage for the next couple weeks. It was full of sex, swimming, good food, laughter, sleeping in, happiness... and more sex.

Two weeks of reset for the mind, body, and soul.

At some point, though, you both had to figure out what you were going to do for a living, and what you were going to do with your time. You were now both well-respected figures of the New Republic. Arcada's sector was urging you to take up a leadership role. And Boba... well, could he really go back to bounty hunting? Could he risk his life — his life that now felt so full with you in it — to earn some credits he may no longer need for some meaningless bounties?

For once, Boba questioned the career he had dedicated his life to.

But what else could he do?

Very soon, it became clear that you would become the next senator of the Arcadan sector. You were immensely popular in the region; your efforts to repair the fractured homeworld, which included your marriage to Jamie, as well as you being the only known surviving member of the royal family, made you the clear choice for the role. You were expected to win in a landslide.

Tonight, however, is a carefree night to celebrate new beginnings with a gala thrown for the New Republic on Coruscant.

Your apartment in the city had remained in tact, and you manage to dig out an old formal dress of olive green with accents of golden yellow; perfect to coordinate with your husband, who chooses to wear his freshly repainted armor with a more formal flight suit. It doesn't hit you till you reach the stairs leading up to the ballroom that this was the first time you and Boba had ever made a public outing together. Sure, your relationship was no secret to those in the rebellion, but you could never walk freely as Rebel bounties. Now? Now you walk arm in arm as a family, as the Fetts.

"This feels like an event where you and I would have been hiding," you whisper, grabbing his hand tightly. "I can't believe we get to be here as a couple."

"We will never have to hide it again," he smiles, bowing his head towards Wedge Antilles who spots you two from afar. "Everyone gets to know you're mine."

It was the first time seeing many of your friends from the Rebellion since the fall of the Empire. You greet them all with joy and accept their congratulations and well wishes towards your likely position as a senator. You were so used to Boba being your shadow in a public place, that you do not realize how naked you feel when Wedge and Lando Calrissian pull him aside to take a group holo of all the notable pilots who had served in the war.

You find yourself watching with a drink in your hand, amused by Boba's demeanor. You know him; you know he had begrudgingly agreed to be in the holo, but he was trying to be part of the community, and he was proud of his service that he would have never expected to give. He stands on the edge of the photo, with his hands joined behind his back and his smile somewhat unnatural, yet pleasant.

You chuckle to yourself.

"Senator Fett," a voice calls behind you.

You turn to find the senator from Coruscant that you had only seen in holos - Tavin Ishlo. Popular for his handsome appearance rather than his lackluster politics, you find yourself surprised to be recognized by someone living out their fifteen minutes of fame. With shoulder length straight black hair, hazel eyes, and a spattering of facial hair on a long face, he was all the tabloid rage. Apart from being very much taken, you find him to just be... a little too pretty. And very confident that you would find him irresistible.

"Not a senator just yet," you smile, accepting his handshake. "But I appreciate the optimism."

"I was quite pleased to hear you had survived your planet's destruction. Please, accept my condolences."

"Thank you, it is greatly appreciated," you say genuinely.

"I followed all the headlines with great interest. Admittedly, I am surprised to learn that you are remarried to the bodyguard you had an affair with!"

"Excuse me?" you say, feeling as if you couldn't have heard him right. "Where did you hear that?"

"Oh, I... sorry... it's just that... a story was published during your last visit to Coruscant. I believe your deceased husband was arguing quite loudly with you at a restaurant?"

Oh.

You huff and look around the room for Boba, who you cannot spot in your frustration. "Well, don't believe everything you read," you warn Tavin.

"What have I missed?" asks Boba suddenly, placing a hand on the small of your back as he arrives by your side.

You struggle to come up with a sentence. "This is my husband, Boba Fett," you say, giving up. "Tavin Ishlo, senator from Coruscant."

Tavin enthusiastically holds out a hand for Boba, and Boba shakes it with an air of skepticism.

"Best of luck to you both, with your endeavors in the New Republic," he says before walking towards the next group of bystanders.

"What is it?" asks Boba. "He obviously said something that upset you."

"He said that I married my bodyguard I had an affair with," you admit, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. "How didn't I know people were making stories about us?"

Boba takes your hand and confidently leads you towards friendlier faces. "You know we've done nothing wrong, princess. You know that gossip runs in your politics."

"I know," you nod and take a deep breath to soothe your nerves.

That's when you spot Leia Organa, newly elected senator to Alderaan's sector, surrounded by about ten admirers who hang on to her every word. "My friends!" she exclaims at the sight of you.

Leia abandons her conversation and rushes to hug you both. "Now, I hate to talk business right away, but Boba, you're just the person I wanted to see," she starts. "We need someone to head up law enforcement."

You both sense that the other had been taken aback by the proposition.

"You want me to be the law?" Boba asks incredulously. "Senator Organa, you know my history. I don't believe I have the criminal record to be a lawman."

"Let's not speak of the law, then. Let's talk about justice. You know justice," Leia quips immediately, as if she had prepared for Boba's resistance.

You rest your hand on Boba's thick arm and look up to him with intrigue.

Right away, he knows you think it's a good idea without saying so, but you continue to hold your tongue and allow him to speak for himself.

"Is this an office job?" he asks, after searching your face.

"You'll have an office. But no, Boba, you know how to bring someone in. I think your talents would be wasted if you were confined to an office."

This job was perfect for Boba. The hair on the back of your neck stands and you give his hand a slight squeeze.

"Give me time to think it over, and to discuss the details with my wife," he says.

My wife.

Your heart would probably never stop fluttering at that.

Later that night, in your apartment on Coruscant, you draw a bath for you and Boba to unwind. He sinks into the fragrant water and spreads his arms across the back, exhaling when he finally allows himself to surrender his body to the warm relief.

Despite how often you are witness to his naked body, something about seeing him now after your conversation with Leia takes you aback. You see him for what he was when you first made love: a bounty hunter with years of scars and experiences trapped within his body. His muscles are rigid, his tattoos document cryptic meanings and experiences, and his skin lacks the same glow and softness that yours has.

You sink into the bath with him on the opposite side, so that you can face him. Boba picks up your foot and begins massaging the tender flesh, which is greatly appreciated after spending the night in some of your finest shoes.

"Oh, that's good," you sigh, and rest your head back on the edge.

Boba chuckles. "I saw the way you walked in here," he explains.

You allow him to soothe your feet for a few moments in silence. You both know there is a bantha in the room -- it was just a matter of who would break the silence first.

“You are going to be a senator. You will need a security detail. I would like to pick up where I left off on Arcada. I would like to be with you, I would like to see to your safety,” Boba says, not only rejecting Leia's offer, but proposing a completely different alternative that he had had his heart set on.

You take your foot away from his grasp and slowly move forward to sit just in front of him, reaching out for his face.

“Boba…” you sigh, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “I love you so much for wanting to protect me. But there is no real threat now; the war is over, my sector is neutral.”

"That could change at any moment. I want to be there if it does," Boba declares. He is silent for a moment, visibly searching for his next words. "I cannot live if you are taken from me again. It would kill me."

Oh.

You come even closer and straddle him, and his arms wrap around you gladly. "My love..." you sigh. You plant a kiss to his lips, to which Boba's hands move lower, keeping you locked into place on his hips. For being so thrilled over your fairly new title of husband and wife, but at the center of it all, you had always been true lovers first and foremost.

"Who else can I trust with you?" he asks. "You are my beating heart."

"We will find someone very capable, and I will leave it fully to you to vet them to your heart's content," you assure him. "But do you really want to be just standing over my shoulder every day till the end of time? Boba, you're a hunter. You excel at it. You enjoy it. I... I feel like I've trapped you."

"Trapped me?" he repeats, with amusement.

"Apart from us being married and you feeling like you need to protect me, is it that you feel like you owe me after what happened with tracking Jamie?" you spit out. "You pledged your fidelity to me that night and said that my life was yours to protect."

Boba sighs and shakes his head, as if to clear himself from that nonsense. "I've also told you that I protect you because you are precious to me," he retorts, clearly frustrated. "And you are putting yourself in danger again."

This was not a fight, but it's clear that you've hit Boba in his pride and in his sense of honor. You nod your head and kiss his cheek, and to your relief he deepens your embrace.

"I'm sorry," you whisper. "I just want you to take a step back and realize that the threat is so small."

He holds you there to him, and you each take a moment to share soft kisses and softer words. You pull away after a moment, and Boba's eyes land on what falls directly in front of him -- your breasts.

"Think about it. For me," you say sweetly, strategically using your arms push your chest together as you stroke the sides of his face.

You feel Boba's body react to you between his legs, twitching and against your center as if to say hello. "I wish I could say that doesn't work on me, but it does," Boba grumbles, squeezing your bottom. "I'll think about it, princess. I can at least promise you that."

"I think I need to take you to bed, and show my gratitude for having such a loyal bodyguard," you tease him, biting your lip.

That was an offer Boba could never refuse.

Boba sometimes finds himself in awe wondering how he got into this dream of a life, with a creature as lovely as you, bent over in front of him on the bed and whimpering pleas to keep being filled and filled. He holds your cheeks in each hand and guides you onto his cock, his mouth agape as he watches himself slide in and out of your cunt at a moderate pace. Like any self-respecting bounty hunter, Boba loves to beat his own record. He sees how deep you've taken him by the trail of wetness you leave on his length, and with every thrust he tries to get you take him that much further...

"Show me how grateful you are, princess," Boba taunts you. "I think you can take me deeper, don't you?"

"Oh, Boba..." you moan.

He feels you pulse on him, but you are too shaky to bring yourself to push back on him further. Boba brings his motions to a stop, and makes sure to keep himself rooted inside of you. He reaches a hand around to rub your clit, and as you writhe with pleasure, his other hand comes to your back to keep you bent and arched up for him. You whine in pleasure and look back towards Boba.

"Look how fucking pretty you are, taking my cock like this," says Boba.

"All I can think about is your cock, Boba," you breathe, pushing back just a little farther.

"Atta girl...." Boba praises you. "Fuck, you were made for me, princess."

He begins to rock you back on him, ensuring to bottom out inside of you every time, and reveling in your whimpers as he hits that sweet spot inside of you. Boba is absolutely drunk on your pussy, and in his ecstasy, his cock begins to throb signaling an imminent release.

He begins to give you the firm, even motions he knows you love, that bring you close without him even needing to stimulate you with his fingers. Like old lovers, you don't need to speak to know how close you each are. Your climax spurs on Boba's, and when he finally has the strength to pull out, leaving you full, he comes to lay beside you and kisses you softly.

You fall asleep fairly quickly, simply content to be back at your home and in your bed with Boba. Boba, however, lays with his eyes wide open for about an hour, thinking through what your wishes and what his own wishes were.

Restless, Boba picks up the holopad next to the bed and finds a message from Leia Organa.

Thought you’d like to get an idea of the workload, she writes.

It was a list of photographs, names, and profiles of ex-Imperials still out there. The first on the list is a familiar name to him, partially because he shares your maiden name, but partially because he had heard you talk so poorly this man.

It’s your uncle — your terribly devious and estranged uncle, who hadn't been part of your family since long before his affiliation with the Empire.

Oh, Boba's blood begins to boil with that perfect cocktail of anger and the thrill of the hunt… this could be worth his while. He flips through the other rebel bounties, many of them accused of skin-crawling crimes abusing their power as Imperial officials; just the kind of the scum of the galaxy that Boba would love to find.