So you know the old trope in fairytales where someone promises a witch/fairy/magic man their first born in exchange for help? That but with Jango. Early in his career he was down on his luck and took out a loan with a magician, you, the collateral being his first born. Jango wasn’t planning on having a family at the time and so thought he was gaming the system. He never pays the loan back. Years later you show up at his door on Kamino.
Ok, but I have a really good idea for this one!!! And if any of you cry, well it's not my fault....
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You were tired of this bounty hunter. He comes to you years ago, asking for help and now he doesn't want to pay the price he agreed upon. It was obvious when you made the deal that he thought he had the upper hand, maybe at the time he never planned on having a kid, maybe he knew he couldn't have kids, so he just assumed he was getting your help for free. Little did the bastard know you wouldn't have put the price out there if you hadn't had reassurance that you would be getting paid. And much to your frustration, while your work with magicks allowed you to see enough of the mandalorian's future to know he would have a child, it did not allow you the warning of how hard you would be working for said price.
You'd been chasing Jango Fett around the galaxy for around ten years now. He was good at hiding from you, running and sending you on wild goose chases, and leaving you frustrated. No matter how long or hard you tried to keep up with him or try and get ahead you found that you were always behind. You had to hand it to him, Jango was good at what he did, so good the man started leaving notes or hints, teasing you and all but telling you his next location. The man agitated you to no end, it was obvious that he was enjoying this little cat and mouse game, but you would be lying if you said you weren't as well.
But, it had been ten long years and you were just ready to finally go back to not running all over the galaxy and just hanging around your home. Hopefully with your payment with you. You'd met little Boba when you had shown up at the cloning facility 3 months after his birth. He looked so tiny in his father's arms, and instantly you felt a connection with the baby. Jango on the other hand seemed almost spooked to see you. Then, the chase began and lasted for ten years.
Now you find yourself landing on Geonosis with a grimace. This was the last place you ever wanted to be, the whole planet gave you weird feelings, but you knew you were in luck, when you managed to land your small ship, next to Jango's Slave I.
You had nothing but bad feelings the second you stepped out of the ship, something was off.
You followed your instinct slowly approaching an arena like building cautiously, with your blaster drawn. Then you felt it, the Jedi... they were here. You watched several ships fly over head and drop into the arena, and suddenly your stomach turned sour as you took off in a sprint.
The building was nothing but tunnels and mazes. You got lost you didn't know how many times, and had to hide so many more when Jedi and clones alike ran in your direction. By the time you reached the inside of the arena, you were just in time to see Jango fighting with a jedi with a purple saber. Your stomach dropped, and you ran forward, but you were too late, you watched as the jedi's lightsaber come down on him.
Everything went quiet, and you fell to you knees. You aren't sure what happened, but the next thing you remember is looking up after everyone was gone and seeing a young boy holding Jango's helmet to his forehead. Your heartbroken when you realized that the boy was Boba and he had most likely witnessed his father's death just as you had, something no child should be put through.
Slowly ypu approached the boy, not wanting to spook him, before kneeling down and saying his name softly. When he looked at you, eyes full of tears and anger, you softly introduced yourself.
"I know who you are, magician. Buir always said to stay away from you....unless..."
"Unless?"
You watched Boba un his fingers along the blue paint of the helmet before whispering, "Unless something happened to him."
Demonic prompt Kirishima's family studied the occult and practiced magic prior to quirks being a thing. Once the Kirishima's realized more of their members were being born with quirks, they stop practicing. Kiri stumbles upon a grimoire with writing in a language he has a vague recollection of. He reads it aloud, cuz why not, and he not only summons demon Baku, but binds him to Kiri. Kiri has no clue how to undo the old magic, but why would he want to? After all, the demon is gorgeous
Oh I love this
Bakugou: *vein pulsing in his forehead, through gritted teeth* you mean you found an old dark spell book and decided to just read a spell aloud not having any fucking clue what it meant?!
Kirishima: uh yeah that about sums it up bro
Bakugou: and you’re unconcerned that we’re now bound for the rest of your shitty life?
Kirishima: nah no worries I think you’re kinda cute dude hey can I touch your tail
Prompt: We still have a little more time, so come back. {@alloveroliver}
"Oliver, would you need these parts by tomorrow or next week?"
"Next week at most but if it's possible to get them before that then get them."
Oliver leaned back in his chair with his arms slumped. Inventing a new type of lighting for the entire Cradle was proving to be much harder than he speculated. His whole body was tired after trying to make this thing for a few hours now but that wasn't going to stop him from doing his job.
The man was about to pick up his screw driver again when a hand stopped him just before he could. A warm pair of arms wrapped around him before he heard his beloved speak. "It's getting late, Oliver. Please go to sleep or your health will get even worse."
"I'll be fine. Just go to sleep yourself." he spoke in his usual blunt tone. He expected her to say reprimand him for saying that but instead, he felt those warm arms that gave him temporary comfort slowly leave him instead. Just when he heard the footsteps leave, he shouted: "Wait!"
His love stopped walking and turned their head back. "Um, I'm sorry for disturbing you. I'll take my leave now."
The man cleared his throat before speaking in a much gentler voice. "Stay, we still have a little more time, so come here."
His beloved's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you sure? Am I not going to bother you?"
"Idiot, did you think I would say that if I wanted you to leave?" The inventor scoffed but the gentle tone in his voice and the blush on his face betrayed his harsh words, causing his love to laugh.
Oliver sat quietly in his seat before feeling the warm arms wrap around his body again. He leaned into the chair to enjoy the warmth that radiated from his love's body and felt a small smile begin to creep up onto his face.
I was wondering if your requests were still opened could I please request selkie!boba please? Just like losing his armour, he loses his selkie coat 😭
Thank you 💛
Hello!! I'm doing okay, darling, and I hope you are as well! I am in love with the idea of Selkie!Boba and I am excited someone asked for him! Also, I took some liberties with the fur coat, if you don't like it let me know and I can go in and change it...
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Moving to Scottish seaside had always been a dream of yours, one that you worked for day and night until you could save up the money for the move. You even managed to luck out and find a small cottage like home that checked every box on your wants list that was rented out reasonably. AND your landlord was more than easy on the eyes. He was an older man, not that you minded in the least, he had deep brown eyes that were all but impossible to look away from when he was speaking with a rumbling accent that was most certainly not Scottish, his skin was a natural golden color and was covered in long healed scars that always peaked your curiosity. The man was big, his hands alone dwarfing every doorknob in the house when he had been giving you the tour, his fingers thick and making your mind swirl to areas it should not be. His chest was wide and his shoulders broad, you could only assume the man could lift things heavier than most men, a theory that was proven correct when he had helped you move in, carrying your heavy boxes into the home without need of help, and squeezing your box springs and mattress through the cottage to the bedroom without even a grunt of strain. Watching him carry the old, heavy wooden bookcase from the truck to your living room area with ease, and gently setting it on the floor where you asked had your lower belly clenching, and whispering a soft thank you that was returned with a small grunt of, "No problem, little one."
Your landlord captivated you in a way no other man ever had, and while he did seem rough around the edges, you wanted nothing more than to get closer to him, so much so it had shocked you at first. You were so infatuated with him, that he could have raised the rent to a price you could not pay, and you would have just nodded and asked when he needed it by, not even batting a lash at the number. But he never did anything of the sort, always going above and beyond making sure you were taken care of, nothing broken and if something needed fixed he'd be there within the hour to have it working again, and he never asked for more payment. He let you decorate and paint as you pleased, saying that the home was yours as long as you stayed there, and you should feel at home. He let you have a garden in the back, smiling when you pushed baskets of vegetables or baked goods into his hands as thanks when he visited. Your landlord, Boba Fett, was a good man under every intimidating inch of scarred skin and scowling lips.
You aren't sure when it happened, but somewhere along the line, you had started inviting Boba over every Sunday night for dinner, quoting, "I miss the company that comes with eating with someone, and I feel I should repay you for all the things you have done for me."
It had taken a few tries to convince him, but eventually he did come one Sunday, and even though you told him he did not need to bring anything, he had shown up with a bouquet of irises and hyacinth that were so fragret you smelled them the second you opened the door and a small cake enclosed in a white box tied with a green bow. You could only smile brightlt and take them from him, inviting him to come in and sit down. The dinners were always soft, often eating by candle light, and you talking about your week while Boba praised the food you had made this week, and when he finally left Boba always graced you with a small upturn of his lips saying, "Goodnight, little one. I will see you next week, if not sooner."
Then one Sunday something changed. It started like every other Sunday, Boba coming into the kitchen with a comment on how good the food smelled. The two of you ate and you talked about what was going on in your life, making a few jokes and watching the small smile curl on Boba’s face. Then, as you slowly walked to the front door, slower than usual, trying to drag out your time with the man who was quickly stealing your heart, you felt Boba’s hand slip into your own, and pull you to look at him. He didn't say a word, only lifting his other hand to cup your cheek and looked into your eyes searching for something. Then he softly leaned down and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, whispering, "Thank you for the meal, little one... and thank you for the company."
Then he let go and left, leaving you standing there, dazed and watching his retreating figure as heat slowly rose throughout your body and the tip of your nose tangled from where he had brushed against them.
All you could think about the following week was that encounter found you constantly going back to that moment and reliving it over and over and over again. So to distract yourself, you took Friday off work and went to some of the local towns close to your cottage and went to different stores, deciding to treat yourself after not splurging on anything in a long while. You mainly visited the thrift stores and second hand shops, always feeling better about your purchases when you knew that you weren't supporting any fast fashion or companies with questionable morals. You didn't find too much, a few knick knacks to add to your bookshelf, a nice outfit you thought made you look good- and made you blush as you looked in the mirror as you were trying it on, thinking, will Boba like this?-, and lastly, at a shop you almost missed having never seen it before, you found the softest dark brown fur blanket. The blanket was a little more costly, but the lady behind the counter had said it was real fur and was vintage, and just something about it drew you in, you hadn't even thought it through when you had told the woman you would take it. And later, as you were putting away your purchases, and draping the soft fur over the back of your couch, running your fingers through it, you sworn the smell that wafted off of it was achingly familiar and caused a sense of calm to wash over you.
Saturday and most of Sunday passed in a blur. Mostly spent with you planning out what you wanted to make for Boba this week, before settling on a nice soup to warm you both from the frigid air of late fall, and a loaf of home made bread that you started making the day before.
By the time Boba walked through the door Sunday evening, the cottage was warmed from the oven, and the smells floating around the kitchen and dining room had his stomach rumbling. Boba watched as you hummed to yourself, wearing a soft looking olive green cable knit sweater paired with jeans that hugged you in all the right places with the bottoms rolled up showing off the endearingly awful thick argyle socks. Boba could only smile and hold back the instinct to walk over and wrap you in his arms.
When you finally looked up at him yoh smiled and motioned him over, taking a spoon and lifting it up, "Taste this for me," and as he did with a soft groan, you said with a smile, "Its honey butter for the bread that is almost done. Is it good? I've never made it before, and we can always use regular butter if it isn't."
"This taste divine, little one. You never disappoint."
You flushed and smiled looking down while grabbing the bowls, plates, and silverware to take to the table, while asking Boba to grab the pot off the stove quoting it was heavy, but really just wanting to watch the way his arms looked while he was carrying it. You ran back to the kitchen, to gather the butter and toss the bread into a towel after pulling it from the oven. Dinner, after that, progressed much the same, Boba commenting on the food, and saying he liked your sweater, saying the color looked food on you. You spoke of your week and how shopping went, talking about the different things you had gotten, but forgetting to mention the fur blanket on your couch.
For some reason, dinner seemed to last longer tonight, neither one of you wanting it to end too soon, enjoying the other too much. So, as you both crowded the sink washing the dishes, you shyly asked if Boba would like to stay for a drink or tea, which he agreed to before you could even say that he didn't have to. So when you finished in the kitchen, and Boba ran to the bathroom, you grabbed the kettle putting it on the stove before taking the cups and the sugar to your coffee table in your living room. While you waited for Boba and for the kettle to whistle, you shivered and pulled your new blanket around your shoulders, cuddling into it with a sigh and a smile, excited to tell Boba about it. Then his rumbling voice shook you from your thoughts, "Little one, where did you find that fur?"
Turning around with a smile, you saw something flicker in his eyes and said, "I forgot to tell you, but a ran across this shop that was selling all kinds of second hand antiques and, it was pricey, but for some reason I was so drawn to this blanket. It's so soft too!"
Slowly Boba walked over, and ran his fingers along the fur, before reaching up and brushing his finger along your cheek. He couldn't deny that the second he saw you wrapped in what could only be his long lost coat that his heart skipped a beat. You looked so soft, and content, and something inside of him sung with happiness to be able to provide for his love, to keep them warm. He couldn't stop the need for you that flood his veins, when you wrapped his fur tighter around you.
You werent sure what happened, but something in the air flipped, one second you were comfortable and smiling, happy that Boba was staying longer, and the next the air was tense and your heart pounded as Boba ran his fingers along your jawline and tilted your chin up to make eye contact with him. You wanted to be able to say you knew what was going to happen next, but you sure as hell did not expect Boba’s lips to connect with your own in a kiss that screamed of need, or for him to careful unravel the fur from your shoulders and lay it on the floor before lowering you onto it as he nipped an sucked at you neck.
By now you could hear the kettle whistling in the kitchen, but neither of you moved, not wanting to break away from the other ad the two of you undressed and took in the other like they were the reason for the stars in the night sky, like they had single handedly placed each and every star in the sky one by one. Boba pressed into you whispering in a language your ringing ears could not understand. The two of you kissed softly and hungrily, taking in eachother like it would be your last.
The two of you took in eachother, enjoyed eachother, until the sun had completely set, and the moon was high in the sky. When Boba finally pulled away from you, taking in how wrecked you were, how blissful and smilely you were he knew that he was never parting from you, that you were his and his alone, and not just because you brought him back his coat, but because he was truly and deeply in love with you even though he knew he'd never be able to say the words aloud, but he knew that you could feel it, that you could see it, so when he pulled out of you, and you gripped his shoulders, whispering the words to him he knew he was never going to be alone again.
I'm not usually one for werewolf aus but this thing with Boba has got my attention. Just imagine the idea of one full moon, he's out doing his thing and gets banged up in a fight p bad. He heads home to literally lick his wounds but your cabin is closer and so you get woken up in the middle of the night by your bf still in wolf form, bleeding all over the place and with big sad puppy eyes he wouldn't ever give you when in human form
Also random thought, wolves will greet pack members or humans they’re friends with by just. Swallowing each others faces. Werewolf Boba seeing you and coming over to greet you and on instinct just putting your whole head in his mouth. You meanwhile thought you were gonna get some puppy dog kisses from your bf and ended up in the worlds most extreme French kiss
Hope you don't mind me combining these two asks darling!! I love them both very dearly and I had an idea that involves the two of them together! A continuation of these asks:
Original Werewolf!Boba Ask sent by @maybege-main
2nd Werewolf!Boba Ask sent by @moodsare
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So before I start this, I wanted to preface with the fact that Boba, after that first time, doesn't really like to be in wolf form around you. He's not in complete control at those points so he tends to stay away. Little does he know though his wolf form is just a huge puppy around you, loving on you, bringing you "gifts", and just overall running around with the thought of 'this is our mate, we must treat them right, we must show as much love as possible.'
To say you jolted awake st the sounds of loud scratching at you back door would be an understatement. No you jumped out of bed in a cold sweat, with your heart pounding, taking off for the door before you could even process what you had heard. Immediately you peaked through the curtains covering the window next to the door only to find a slumped Boba, well not Boba, but wolf Boba licking at one of his front paws, that was very clearly bleeding.
You took not time to think, throwing the door open, with a gasp of his name and grabbing the broom so you could brush the salt away. Ypu watched heart broken, as your big tough wolf protector limped, with one arm pinned to his side, into your home. As soon as he was in you closed and locked the door, before sweeping the salt back into its protective line, and putting the broom up.
The wolf sat behind you watching and occasionally licking his wound, trying his best not to get blood on your floors, but failing as the wound continuously seeped a steady flow of blood. When you turned to find him laying completely down, you crouched next to him and whispered, "What have you done this time," as you gently inspected the damage while running your other hand over the top of his head, through his fur, in a calming motion. You found the wound was deep, but you wouldn't need stitches, especially since Boba had told you that he healed faster than humans. You would just need to wrap it, and he would have to rest for the rest of the night, which you knew, with as cuddly as the wolf was he would have no problem with.
So you whispered for him to stay there, and not moved, while you went and fetched the first aid kit. Turning around with the kit in hand found the wolf laying outside the door, acting like he hadnt just followed you, making you sigh with a fond smile as you sat on the floor next to him. As you pulled everything out, you explained to him what you were going to do, and finding his deep eyes constantly watching you and observing your every move.
As you were finally wrapping the bandages over the pads of gauze you had layered over the wound, you felt the wolf's tongue peak out and lick your cheek in thanks. After tying the bandage off you turned and kissed his forehead in return, saying, "Come on, my big lap dog of a protector, let's go lay down and get some sleep."
As you made your way into the bedroom, you found the wolf was now using his paw, even just to limp, which reassured ypu that he was healing and you had done something right. You smiled as he dumped on the bed, circling twice, before curling up where Boba usually slept, and he knew he'd be nestled right against you side.
You took as second, sitting down on the bed and turning off your bedside lamp, before rolling under your blankets and curling around the wolf the way he liked. Though that last only a few seconds, you knew it would though, before he moved, turning to face you. Unlike how you expected, your usual cheek kiss and his head laying on your chest, you instead got his entire mouth wrapping around your face. You were honestly too shocked to do anything and just laid there for a minute or so, trying to process what was happening, but then he pulled away, nuzzling against your neck giving it a kiss, before passing out on your chest.
And as you followed him into slumber, you made note of asking Boba about that in the morning, as well as taking a shower to wash the slobber out of your hair......maybe you could convince Boba to join you, wait who are you kidding, he would join you anyway.....
