We love impractical fashion moments. Yes fennec is a professional assassin, YES her hair looks like it takes 2hrs to style every morning. So? Ok thought I just had while typing this but do we think boba knows how to French braid
I had way too much fun with this Wookiee/In Love prompt for the @dankfarrikdrabbles game. Hope you enjoy!
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Din had just ordered a caf to go at the cantina when the black Wookiee showed up. As far as he was aware, he was still part of Fett’s crew. He hadn’t stopped by the palace this time – he’d needed a refuel and a quick tune-up of his ship then the kid and him had to be on their way.
“Krrsantan,” Din nodded politely.
The Wookiee didn’t look particularly angry, but it was always hard to tell with him. Din usually only visited Mos Eisley when he stopped by Tatooine and he’d seen him around, yes, but that was as far as their relationship went.
Or so he thought.
Because when the hairy beast lunged at him with a growl and he dropped to the floor, air whooshing out of his lungs in the rush, he realized that this had to be personal.
“Wh – ” he tried, but Krrsantan didn’t give him the chance to add more as he picked him up with ease and would have thrown him back on the ground with violence if Din hadn’t activated his flamethrower.
The Wookiee grunted in pain, his fur catching fire, and Din had time to unholster his blaster as he padded his arm to extinguish the flames.
“What’s going on?” he asked, as the cantina had grown eerily quiet around them, patrons and barkeep keeping well away from them.
Krrsantan stared at the barrel of his gun and Din had no doubt he’d lunge at him again the moment he saw an opening. But he wouldn’t give him such an opportunity, and he had him beat for now.
A series of growls. Din’s tentative grasp of Shyriiwook told him that this was surely a misunderstanding. Hangar 3-5? Yes, his ship and the boy were waiting for him there. The mechanic? Did he mean Peli?
“I’m just refueling,” he explained, wondering where this was going, and wary of the Wookiee’s very long reach as he took a couple of steps back.
Krrsantan grunted again and Din did his best to make sense of the strange language. There were four words he was certain he was understanding correctly though.
Hangar 3-5
Mechanic
Back off
Mine
Din lowered his shoulders with dawning realization.
They were having the talk? Really? That’s what his life had come to? Having a Wookiee hunter ask him if he was putting the moves on his girl? And by ‘the talk’ he meant ‘the fight’. Because warrior to warrior, this was apparently the only way they could communicate.
It was time to leave Tatooine behind, Din decided.
“Peli is a friend. Just a friend. She’s watching my kid while I’m getting some caf, that’s all.”
More grunts.
“That ship needs constant adjustments and she’s the one who built it, that’s why I have to come so often. But don’t worry, as soon as she finds me a Razor Crest…”
The Wookiee showed his teeth and snarled angrily. Din sighed. It was Peli’s fault, all of it.
“I’m leaving,” he announced, walking backwards, blaster still aimed at the hunter. “You’re making a mistake, trust me.”
Well, she’d said she liked them furry, he thought as he slowly exited the cantina with a tired shake of his head. And a Wookiee was definitely a vast improvement over a Jawa in that department. Kind of. Taller, at least. And stronger, he acknowledged, rolling his shoulders to make sure nothing was broken.
Ok besties who here would be interested in a Black Krrsantan/Reader fic? That will probably be multiple parts? Once I put up the next dirty jazz part and the final Verburyc part?
Here is a little information post on my bounty hunter OC who is featured alongside Black Krrsantan in Burns and Brass Knuckles, Ria Vexin! I don’t want to spoil her backstory here, so it will be more physical details than her history, which will be explored in the main story!
Age: 32 (Born 41 BBY)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Planet of Origin: Hosnian Prime
Afflictions: The Bounty Hunter’s Guild
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color: Olive
Eye Color: Black
Accessories: Wampa Leather Jacket, Earrings (Five; Two studs on each ear and one hoop on the right) Ciggarra pack, Lighter, Vibroblades, DL-18, Two A-180s, other weapons in her ship’s weapons’ locker
This is the first longfic I’ve written that is explicitly canon character x oc centric! I originally intended to write this as an x reader, but I couldn’t get anywhere with it. Every time I got to writing our bounty hunter, I just froze. I wanted to characterize and describe her in certain ways that just weren’t possible when writing something as vague as a reader-insert. This is also my first real attempt at a slowburn so I hope this is good. To the first chapter of probably many!
Relationship(s): Black Krrsantan & Original Female Bounty Hunter; Original Female Bounty Hunter & Other Original Characters
The only place where a wookie could blend in is Kashyyk. But Krrsantan can’t go back to Kashyyyk. Thus, he is eternally burdened with being an outsider, an other. The horrifying beast sitting in the back of a cantina that everyone stares at and treads lightly around. But Krrsantan doesn’t care. He’s grown numb to the gazes of others, especially after his days in the pits. And after all, bounty hunters are bound to get stares.
He could tell she was a bounty hunter the minute she entered the cantina; the dual blasters hanging around her waist were a dead giveaway. Her black hair was pulled back in a braid that reached down to the middle of her back. The worn black wampa leather jacket shone in the muted light of the bar as she sat down, the wedge heels of her battle boots instantly locking into the little bar on the cantina stool. Her gaze traveled around the room, calculated and analytical. When her eyes fell upon Krrsantan, she paused for a millisecond, then continued her scan of the room. To the average cantina patron, her eyes kept moving, but the wookie picked up on her miniscule surprised pause. She clearly wasn’t anticipating another hunter being in the same sector as her. Krrsantan wondered briefly if there were two bounties hiding out on the same skughole, but the chance of that was slim to none.
She called the rodian bartender over to order a drink, and he made it for her quickly. It was a blueish-purple concoction, and Krrsantan could only guess what was in it. Probably a mix of spotchka, Corellian whiskey, and maybe some Naboo wine, judging by the colors. She spun the drink around in the glass before taking a sip. Her movements were elegant yet purposeful. As she spun her drink, she leaned back to spare a quick glance at him, and Krrsantan noticed. He tilted his head and shifted his hands on the table; letting the brass knuckles shine in the low cantina light. She noticed the movement, and straightened her posture, one of her hands leaving the counter, and likely landing on a blaster. She nodded her head to the door, the unanimous we’ll talk outside known by every seasoned hunter.
She moved to finish her drink, the glass hardly touching her lips when one of the cantina’s patrons approached her, a zabrak. Krrsantan had been keeping an eye on him, as he had already started trouble earlier in the night, and the nautolan owner of the establishment had nearly kicked the skinny womp rat out for trying to get a rise out of a very drunk Devorian. The zabrak leaned against the bar, flashing the woman a flirtatious grin.
“Hey sweetheart,” the zabrak started, his words slightly slurred, “what’s a pretty gem like you doing in a skughole like this?”
The woman huffed, hardly giving the zabrak a glance as she continued drinking what was in her glass. The zabrak, in response, tilted his head at her. “What’s so funny, girlie?”
She finally looked at him as she finished the last of her drink, settling the glass onto the counter. “Where’d you get that one, a book?”
The definitely-not-sober zabrak suddenly grew angry, pushing himself up to get in her face, his hands balled into fist. The woman didn’t flinch. “I was tryin’ to be nice to ya’, but if you’re gonna be a bitch, I might as well take–”
The zabrak didn’t finish his sentence.
Krrsantan didn’t see her reach for one of her blasters, but he saw the flash, and the zabrak crumbled to the dusty ground, the wooden floor adding another blood stain to its collection. The cantina grew silent and still, all eyes on the woman.
She flashed the owner a grin, her shoulders shrugging apologetically. “Sorry ‘bout that Nula. Here,” she tossed a sack of credits onto the counter, “hope this’ll pay for any damages, and my drink.”
Nula shook her head, trying to suppress a grin, “Keep shooting my clientele and I’ll call the Empire in, Vexin.”
“Vexin” only laughed. She stood from her seat, gave Krrsantan a poignant look, and stepped out of the cantina.
Krrsantan had to admit, she intrigued him. He’s heard the name “Vexin” in passing when he had to interact with other bounty hunters in the past. She’s a younger guild member. Some called her a “pretentious upstart,” but some praised her competence, and Krrsantan definitely witnessed it moments before. Grunting, he walked up to the counter and dropped his own stack of credits next to hers, and followed out as the chatter of the cantina continued on as if nothing happened.
He found her leaning against the wall just outside the cantina, lighting up a cigarra. She took a huff, inhaling deep before exhaling. The bitter smoke faintly hit his nose.
“Nice to finally meet the legendary Krrsantan,” Vexin said, craning her head to look the wookie in the eyes, “‘Was a big fan of your gladiator career.”
Krrsantan nodded, “Heard much of you as well, Vexin.”
Her lip curled up in a smirk, “Oh really? Well I hope what you heard is good,” she took another huff of the cigarra, “What’re you doing here?”
“Bounty,”was the wookie’s response. “I assume that is what you are here for as well.”
“You assume right, though Nula’s drinks are some of the best in the parsec.” She rested her head against the wall, the smirk fading into a determined frown. “Look, I know you aren’t guild, Krrsantan, but I respect you. You stay out of my way, and I stay out of yours. Deal?”
“Deal,”he agreed. Vexin grinned, flicking the cigarra to the ground, a battle boot smothering the embers to dust.
She pushed herself off the wall, giving Krrsantan one last look before she turned around. “Good luck on your hunt, though I’m sure you don’t need it.”
Krrsantan growled out at acknowledgement. “You too, Vexin,” he said, though only in his head.
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Ria Vexin collapsed on the inn bed, the blasters’ holsters still slung around her waist slap mutely against the Tauntaun fur blankets. The hidden vibroblades dug against the skin of her arm. That was Black Krrsantan. TheBlack Krrsantan. The legend. Her teenage self would’ve squealed and asked for his autograph. But she had to push away the awe of seeing an icon. She’d been on this planet for nearly two standard months tracking her target; A Bonthan businessman that owed money to the wrong people. A freelance player like Krrsantan being here worried her; the chance of two different marks hiding out in the same sector was slim to none. And if the client contracted the Guild and a freelancer… there was going to be trouble.
Ria shook her head and looked out the window at the quiet streets of the town, the usually starry sky obscured by fluffy clouds. Two people were walking down the near-empty streets, their laughter ringing through the brick walls of the room. Her gloved hands trembled, and she reached into her jacket pocket for a cigarra and light. She slid open the window, holding the unlit cigarra between her first two fingers, the flash of fire shooting adrenaline in her veins. As Ria inhaled, she put her mind at ease. No matter what happened, whether or not the wookie was going for the same bounty, she would come out on top. She’s survived in this business for seventeen years, and she wasn’t going to turn tail now. The smooth exhale of gray smoke provided a rush of calm, any anxiety soothed down into her gut. She inhaled and exhaled until the only thing left of the cigarra was a burning, ashy stub. She held it between her fingers for a moment, unflinching of the searing pain on her fingertips.
When the burning was gone, Ria flicked the dead stub out the window and rubbed the remaining ash between her fingers. She pulled the window down again, and methodically removed her weapons and laid them out on the dresser. And when she was left in only her tank top and underwear, she pulled out her braid, and let sleep take over.
The only place where a wookie could blend in is Kashyyk. But Krrsantan can’t go back to Kashyyyk. Thus, he is eternally burdened with being an outsider, an other. The horrifying beast sitting in the back of a cantina that everyone stares at and treads lightly around. But Krrsantan doesn’t care. He’s grown numb to the gazes of others, especially after his days in the pits. And after all, bounty hunters are bound to get stares.
He could tell she was a bounty hunter the minute she entered the cantina.
Ok besties who here would be interested in a Black Krrsantan/Reader fic? That will probably be multiple parts? Once I put up the next dirty jazz part and the final Verburyc part?
Hey besties so update on this work I COULD NOT for the life of me figure out how to get the reader part here to work so im gonna change it to a Santo/OC work! Sorry if theres any disappointment i’ll be writing some one-shots for him soon though
Giving the character of Boba Fett over to the man who made Spy Kids is the “It’s So Crazy It Just Might Work” mentality that’s keeping Star Wars from devolving into obscurity. Long live the hipster cyborg Power Rangers.
