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gigi • she/her • 20 • multifandom chronic hoe for dead and nearly dead characters

[bunnyreese12]

Man i love reading fanfics

[chateauhotchner]

Lies Are Bullets | Aaron Hotchner

summary: when you catch aaron in a lie about his whereabouts, it ignites the worst fight the two of you have had, putting the future of your relationship at risk.

word count: 2k

warnings: angst, brief language, lies, mentions of cheating and sneaky behavior

author’s note: i’m glad y’all like angst because the way i let my own trauma and insecurities bleed into my writing is real. 😬 also, i know this is a few days late but if you’re gonna follow me, you’re gonna need to accept that when i say tomorrow, i really mean 3-5 business days. 😅🤷🏽‍♀️

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The condo is dark upon Aaron’s arrival, quiet, only a small amber glow from a table lamp in the corner by the window. But it’s enough to make out your shadow in the chair, legs and arms crossed.

“Where have you been?” You ask curtly the nanosecond he flips on the lights.

“Well, hello to you, too.” He chuckles dryly, setting his briefcase and go bag down by the door. He shrugs off his jacket and hangs it on the coatrack before striding into the living room, loosening his tie. “I told you, I had a lot of work to finish at the office after the case.”

“Cut the bullshit, Aaron.” You snap, your aggression causing him to pause. This isn’t like you at all and he knows he’s in for it if you’re taking this tone. He slowly straightens up, waiting for you to continue.

“I stopped by the office tonight.” He sighs, one hand coming to rest on his hips, the other roughly running over his face. He knows full well that means you’ve caught him in his lie. “I couldn’t help myself, Aar. I wasn’t trying to catch you lying. I just really missed you and I wanted to stop in to see your face and let you know how much I love you.”

You shift forward to the edge of your seat, leaning onto your elbows on you knees. “So you can imagine the embarrassment I felt when JJ told me you guys had gotten back early this morning and you’d finished up and left over two hours prior.” Your words are bitter, hurt tears building in your eyes.

You feel like an absolute fool for not knowing. The last three or four months, there had definitely been a shift in behavior that should have led you to suspicion.

Aaron had been working a lot more late nights than usual. The kind where you would get a last minute call to let you know he had a lot of paperwork to finish. You couldn’t help but notice him texting a lot more than he typically preferred. The kind of texts where he was quick to put his phone away and claim it was nothing. And you had definitively caught him in the middle of multiple shady conversations. The kind where you walk in the room to hushed whispers before he notices your presence and makes an excuse to get off the phone.

In any other relationship, and in all of your past relationships, these behaviors would have caused immediate panic and paranoia. They would have caused your mind to spiral, conjuring up the worst case scenarios. Scenarios that you unfortunately ended up being right about more often than not.

You’d be lying if you said that there wasn’t a point in time where you had some suspicions. But your relationship with Aaron is the healthiest you have ever been in. He had fought for you in a way no one ever had. You know that he has been through an equal, if not significantly different, amount of pain and trauma as you have. So as an attempt to quiet your thoughts and move towards healing, you had taken a step back to rationalize the circumstances.

You know Aaron often picks up extra paperwork so the team aren’t distracted by that and can better focus in the field. So you didn’t question the late nights at the office. You know JJ is constantly keeping him updated on potential cases, as well various other updates going around. So you didn’t question the influx in text messages or calls. And you know that Aaron tries his best to be 100% present when he is home with you and not bring work up at home. So you didn’t question the excuses to get off the phone and hide it away.

But the embarrassment you felt when you stepped foot in that office only to find out your boyfriend had lied to you and you had absolutely no idea where he was brought back all the worst case scenarios.

“So I’ll ask you again, Aaron: where have you been?”

Aaron sighs once more, as he sits across from you on the couch and leans forward onto his knees. His brows furrow in concentration, a heavy breath passing through his lips before he speaks as deliberately as ever.

“I have been helping Jessica look after her and Haley’s father. His health has been on the decline for some time and I felt it was my duty to step up and help take care of my former father-in-law.” He chooses his words carefully, sure to thoroughly explain.

Aarons watches as your hardened features soften, face quickly flooding with understanding and sympathy. He internally kicks himself for ever doubting that you would understand. He knows he should have known better than to have ever kept it from you and he knows you know that too, as it’s not long before your understanding fades, brows knitting together in confusion, before a flash of hurt in your eyes makes his heart twist in knots. Your expression finally jumping back to anger before you’re biting out the words, “For how long?”

“Three and a half months.” He answers without hesitation. He knows there is no point in lying now and that not answering the questions that you have every right to ask would only make matters worse.

“Three and a half months?” You exclaim, flying out of your seat and onto your feet. “So all those times you said it was a late night at the office? All the times you said the case got delayed?”

“Not every time, no. Not even half of the time.” He is quick to defend. He hates how small he feels with you towering above him like this, but he thinks it best not challenge you right now so he remains on the edge of his seat. Though he makes sure to meet your eyes for his second confession.

“But, yes. Some of the times I said those things, I wasn’t being 100% honest, and for that, I’m sorry. I-I didn’t intend on hiding it like this and I never meant to hurt you. I just didn’t want you to be….upset. I figured you might not be too fond of the idea of me fulfilling an obligation that I feel that I have to Haley.”

“So you intentionally withheld information from me that you thought I wouldn’t like? What the hell does that say about our relationship?” You exclaim, tossing your hands in the air.

You close the distance between you, sitting on the edge of the coffee table in front of him and gathering his hands in yours. You look him in the eyes, hoping he actually hears your sincerity.

“Aaron, you don’t get it! I don’t care that you were with Jessica and I don’t care that you’re taking care of Haley’s father. I know how much She means to you and I would never in a million years be upset with you for doing the right thing by Her. I would actually expect nothing less from you.”

It’s touching, really, how caring this man is. That he would go out of his way to help a man who he knows hates him, just to honor his ex-wife. It almost makes you feel ridiculous for even reacting like this.

Almost.

But the fact of the matter remains the same. He lied. He intentionally kept it from you and that speaks volumes. So you stand up and take a step back, one hand on your hip as you pinch the bridge of your nose, a feeble attempt at stopping the tears from overflowing as you continue. “This isn’t about that, ok?”

Aaron meets your gaze, nodding in understanding at the sincerity of your words. He gives you the ok to continue, because he knows there is a ‘but’ coming and he knows he deserves whatever it is that is about to come.

“But you lied, Aaron, you lied!” You shout, waving your arms as you begin to pace the length of the room. “You took the trust that you know I don’t give easily and you took advantage of it. After everything we’ve talked about, everything I’ve been through, and knowing full well what this anxiety would do to me. If you’re willing to do that now, what’s to stop you from doing it again? If you’d lie about something so insignificant, what’s to say you won’t lie about anything? What’s to say you haven’t already? I-I mean, what else have you lied about, Aaron? What else aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing, baby, I swear.” He says, jumping up and grabbing your waist, spinning you around into his arms. You were rambling, spiraling, and he knew he needed to calm you down if you were going to be able to talk through this. He puts his forehead to your own as he holds you, one hand coming up to cup your face, thumb soothingly brushing over your tear stained cheeks. “Breathe, baby. Breathe.” He soothes, a whispered chant. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Breathe.”

After a moment to let your sobs subside and get your breathing under control, he pulls back just enough for his pleading eyes to pierce into yours. “I have not lied to you about anything other than this, y/n/n, ever. I had no intention of hurting you like this.”

After a moment of searching his eyes for any sign of dishonesty, you took a small step back, removing yourself from his hold, before continuing.

“This relationship cannot work without trust, Aaron. With everything that I’ve been through with this in the past and especially with how often we’re apart while you’re away? I have to be able to trust that you’re not fucking around behind my back when you’re supposed to be on a case.”

“Y/N, I would never even dream of cheating on you. I would never take advantage of your trust in that way. Do you really think so little of me?”

“I don’t know what to think, anymore. The thing about lies are they…they make you question everything. It might have been an insignificant lie this time but it sets a precedent for bigger lies in the future. And I have to be able to trust you, Aaron.”

“I understand and I promise you I will never lie to you about a single thing ever again.” He says slowly, earnest, but hesitant as he watches you move into the kitchen, intentionally placing yourself on the opposite side of the counter to separate yourself from him.

You lean forward onto your elbows on the counter, hands clasped and brought to your face, brows furrowing as you think before continuing.

“The thing that hurts me the most is that, up until now, I did. I did trust you. With my whole heart. I put all of my doubts and insecurities aside and let my walls down for you because I thought, “there’s no way this incredible, wonderful man who’s been through so much hurt himself would ever possibly hurt me”. And yet here we are.”

“Y/n/n, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” His expression is serious, eyes pleading for you to understand.

“I know you are. Believe me, I know. But that doesn’t change anything.” You sigh, tears falling from your eyes once more. You don’t want to say this next sentence any more than he wants to hear it, but you’ll be damned if you stay in another relationship where you have even a single doubt about trusting your partner.

“I think we need some time apart.”

It was the last thing he wanted to hear. The words echo in his ears, unable to move an inch or make a sound, time seemingly passing in a blur as you pack a bag. The only thing that awakens him from his nightmare is the sound of the door slamming behind you and by then, it’s too late.

[inanotherunivrse]

in another universe, you have my photo in your wallet

[acatalystrising]

I threw this piece together to celebrate the one and only Temuera Morrison’s birthday! Boba means the world to me, and having Tem as Boba has been the best thing in the world. Boba has truly impacted my life, and I’m so grateful that Tem brought him back. Here’s to hoping we see more Boba soon!

[cindysparkle96]

Happy 1st Anniversary to The Book of Boba Fett

[tuskenraidermemes]

And still no trees in sight

[ssahotchnerr]

Would you be able to write a Hotch and reader where she's really clingy in her sleep and he's never had that before and he loves how she just always wants to be close to him even when they're asleep x

💕😣 cw: none!

something caused aaron to stir, pulling him from his current deep state of sleep. however, the wonder of what was quickly forgotten as he felt a pressure on his chest.

he opened his eyes, and was met with the image of you fast asleep.

despite the darkness of the room, aaron could still see you clearly. you were nestled against his side. any closer, you would be completely on top of him. your fingers were grasping onto his tshirt while one of your legs were slung over his waist, holding him strictly in place, all while soft snores were escaping your mouth as you soundly slept.

to simply sum it up, you were clinging onto him as if the world depended on it.

a sense of warmth immediately filled his chest as he admired your features, his fingers brushing strands of hair out of your face. he admired the gentle, relaxed expression on your face, a view he desperately missed whenever the two of you slept apart, if he were away or whatnot. seeing you sleep, it brought him a sense of peace he couldn't quite describe using words.

he loved you, and he loved the way you were instinctively drawn to him even fast asleep. it was something he was still getting used to; part of him believed he would never be. while awake, you made him feel loved, and unconsciously you never failed to do the same. how he was worthy of your love, he still even questioned sometimes. it honestly seemed too good to be true.

aaron placed a kiss on the top of your head, and despite the fact you were completely out, your body still reacted; your fingers tightening their hold on his shirt while your head found it's place in the crook of his neck. the sound of your even, slow breaths allowed aaron to quickly slip back into the depths of sleep himself. before fully succeeding, however, the last coherent thought on his mind was how truly lucky he was to have you.

[acatalystrising]

I have been so, so touched that so many people have enjoyed my Boba Fett x f!Veterinarian story! I love their dynamic a lot, and simply had to write more. This may be a three part, (or more, depending on how much it takes over my life), but for now, here is chapter two of Moth to a Flame!

(Also, c’mon, he’s such an animal lover and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside - he’d totally bond with someone who loves them too!)

You can read chapter one here!

Oneshot: Moth to a Flame Chapter Two

You nervously smoothed the wrinkles in your dress with shaky hands as you stood before the palace gate.

Boba Fett’s palace.

You’d agreed to have dinner with him, but you already felt vastly out of your league. Your income wasn’t the worst, but most of it went to the animals - leaving you with carefully budgeted credits. In fact, it was only because of Boba’s generous overpayments that you’d been able to afford the dress you were wearing. It was simple, really, a deep olive green that you couldn’t help but notice would nicely match his beskar.

But now you were overthinking that, too.

Would he think you were stupid, for matching his colors? Or would he be offended, even? Perhaps he would take it the wrong way, even though you weren’t sure what wrong way that would be? You nervously nibbled at one of your nails, thoughts swirling, as the gate began to open with a mechanical grating that resembled a scream.

It opened to reveal Boba’s right hand, Fenenc - the master assassin eyeing you with a small smirk. You’d never seen her this close - always at a distance, at Boba’s side. Your gaze dropped to the massive blaster rifle in her gasp, but she merely beckoned you inside with her free hand.

“He’s waiting for you,” her voice was dry, but not entirely unkind - she seemed to note your color choice with a slight tilt of her head, eyebrow quirking with another smirk, before turning and walking away. “Follow me.”

You nodded, heartbeat pounding in your ears, as you followed the woman through the maze that was the palace’s interior.

This was the second time you’d been inside, and you found yourself absentmindedly wondering how the rancor was doing. That…and what you were getting into. Dinner sounded safe enough, but you weren’t sure what to expect - nor did you fully understand Boba’s interest in you. But you supposed there was only one way to find out.

“Wait a moment,” Fennec stopped before a flight of stairs that descended into another room, standing in front of you as a stranger pounded up the stairs with a string of curses.

You flinched as he passed, recognizing his garb as that of a merchant, and frowned at Fennec in confusion once the man stormed out of earshot.

“Must not have liked Boba’s terms,” the assassin shrugged with a roll of her eyes. “Should be clear now.”

She descended the stairs and you followed, heart pounding in your throat as you stepped into the massive room. Your gaze immediately fell upon the throne, large and imposing - and the figure who sat upon it: Boba Fett.

He looked like a king - armored frame larger than life, seated confidently, muscled thighs spread…you swallowed, your nervousness hitting in waves as you stopped before him.

Boba had removed his helmet and was pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. You knew very little about the inner workings of life as a daimyo, but it was clear that it was…complicated.

“Your date’s here, boss,” Fennec shot another wry look at you, and Boba looked up before you could hide your nervous blush at her choice of wording.

The moment his dark eyes met yours, his lips curved in a fond smile, a light dancing in his irises despite his apparent exhaustion. Stars, what exactly did you mean to him?

“Hello, little one,” he stood, helmet tucked securely under his left arm, eyes never leaving you as he descended. “I’m honored you wanted to return.”

“Of course,” you dipped your head in a gesture of respect, heartbeat still hammering away when he stopped before you. “Thank you for your hospitality, Mr Fett.”

“Please, call me Boba,” his voice was so warm it prompted you to meet his gaze, only finding a warm fondness in those dark amber eyes. “You look beautiful.”

“I - thank you, Boba,” you felt another blush flaring your cheeks despite your best efforts to keep your wits about you, and he offered an arm with a gentle smile.

“I hope you’re hungry, the chef went a little…overboard,” he nearly smirked, that light dancing in his eyes despite the danger you knew they held.

You placed your arm on his, once again noting how warm and solid he was - yet another reminder that this was real, and not a dream. He dipped his head at Fennec and led you down the hall to a dining room - a massive spread of food stretching across the long table. Your eyes widened at the sight, and Boba chuckled, the sound rumbling through your chest.

“You weren’t kidding,” you couldn’t help but smirk as he led you to the table, pulling out a chair for you. “This is…so nice, I don’t want to inconvenience you.”

“You aren’t,” he sat beside you, at the head of the table with a soft shake of his head, pointedly meeting your gaze with a hunger that spoke of more then the dinner you were about to partake of. “I’m…glad you wanted to come back.”

You sensed a certain degree of surprise in his tone, and you nearly frowned, wondering if he thought you wouldn’t. Maybe it was because he was aware of his reputation. Or perhaps his status? Did he think you weren’t interested? You weren’t sure, but he’d proven so far that he could be kind despite his blood soaked past, and you couldn’t help but feel drawn to him in a way you’d never felt with anyone before.

“Of course I wanted to, I-“ you were interrupted when your comlink beeped in the pocket of your satchel, and you blinked, wondering who the kriff would be trying to contact you. “Sorry about that, anyway-“

It beeped again, this time in rapid succession, and you met Boba’s inquisitive gaze with a shrug. Great, just great. Of all the times to be interrupted - the ONE time you actually were on a date - (if that’s what this was?) someone had to interrupt you.

“It’s okay, you should take it,” he watched you with an understanding nod, seeming genuinely concerned, so you nodded, fishing it out of your purse with a slight frown.

When you answered, you immediately recognized your friend, Kali, who had been willing to watch the animals for the night.

“Hey - I’m so sorry to interrupt, but one of the banthas is sick.” Her voice was frantic, crackling over the line, and you frowned, concern twisting in your gut. “I think she’s dying.”

“What? The female? She was doing so much better. What symptoms?” You leaned forward in your chair, heart pounding, a cold chill rushing down your spine. No, not now…

“She won’t get up, seems to have a fever. Won’t drink any water either,” Kali’s voice grew soft, scared. “She was like this when I got here, I don’t know what happened…”

Oh kriff, you couldn’t loose her. You’d worked so hard to nurse her back to health…

“It’s okay, I’m sure you did your best,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose with a shudder. “Keep an eye on her, okay? I’ll be there soon.”

You dropped to comlink in your satchel with a sigh, dropping your face to your hands, elbows propped on the table in an assuredly unladylike fashion - weariness settling in your shoulders. How embarrassing. This wasn’t good. But how were you…

“Need a lift?” Boba’s voice interrupted your chaotic spiral of thoughts, and you looked up to find him watching you with no small degree of concern. “I can get you back to the clinic.”

“Oh stars, I don’t want to inconvenience you, I’m so sorry,” you gestured at the spread of food with a heavy sigh. “You’ve done so much, I don’t want to waste it.”

I don’t want to leave, you wanted to say.

But Boba seemed to understand. He stood, keeping his eyes on you as he extended an arm to help you from your chair.

“A sick animal takes priority. Besides,” his warm hand enveloped yours as you stood, and he wrapped an arm around your back, face so close to yours that you could have kissed him. “Any time spent in your company is worthwhile. And I happen to know a thing or two about banthas.”

-

Boba’s speeder slowed to a stop in front of your clinic, but you didn’t want to let go of him yet.

You sat behind him, arms wrapped around his chest, and had dared to tuck your chin against his shoulder to ward off the cool desert night air. You couldn’t help it - he was so warm, strong, and grounding…

His deep, rumbling chuckle roused you from your thoughts and you finally broke away, cheeks burning with embarrassment as he helped you off the bike.

“Sorry…” you tried to mask your muddled thoughts with a smile as you headed to the door, Boba ever present at your side.

“No apology needed,” he quirked a brow at you as you unlocked your door, a small smirk on his lips. “You can hold on to me as long as you’d like later, if you want.”

Your cheeks burned with a furious blush as you entered the clinic, Boba stepping in behind you. It was minimally lit, and you turned toward your stairs with a sigh.

“I’ll be right back. Can’t help a bantha in this,” you gestured at your dress with a sigh. “Though I can wear it next time I come to the palace…that is, if I haven’t worn out my welcome.”

Boba’s eyes burned in the dark, but he nodded, ever the gentleman.

“You never could, little one,” he kept his helmet tucked at his side, head dipping in a small nod. “I’ll be waiting.”

You felt impossibly weak-kneed at his low, husky voice - the endearing term making your heart beat even faster. Stars, the things this man did to you…he’d barely touched you, and yet you were nearly putty, trying your best to walk up the stairs without betraying the tremor in your step.

If it had been any other man with you, alone here after hours, you would have felt afraid. But not with Boba. He stood silently by the door, keeping a respectful distance, but you felt his gaze locked on you like a gentle caress as you ascended to your rooms.

-

Boba Fett was in trouble.

He’d been in many rough scrapes in the past: deals gone wrong, bounties doing anything and everything to try to escape, other bounty hunters double-crossing him, the sarlacc…

But this was an entirely different, and new, sort of trouble - and it came in the form of the lovely woman currently inspecting a very, very sick bantha.

You’d changed into a simple shirt and pants, but he found you just as alluring, if not more so, a tough creature of Tatooine…and yet, somehow still a beautiful flower. He watched you, keeping these thoughts to himself for the time being, as he ran a gentle hand through the creature’s thick fur.

“She has a fever, but this medicine should help,” you injected a needle’s contents, brows furrowed in concentration. “She was just fine earlier…”

“That’s not your fault,” he regarded you with a small smile, keeping his tone gentle for both you and the beast. “She’s strong. You both are.”

You smiled, and stars, it was bright like the suns themselves - it nearly took his breath away. He fell silent, thoughts twisting down a darker path, one he hadn’t wanted to face. He knew anyone connected to him would always be at risk…balancing on a knife’s edge between life and death. He’d managed, for so long, to avoid any attachments beyond what were necessary. But that had changed after the sarlacc - his tribe had helped him see the truth: that he didn’t need to be alone. And try as he might to avoid a path that could only lead to sorrow, he took them in as if it were second nature…Fennec, the mods, Krrsantan…

And now you.

You, who took his breath away the moment he’d first met you. Had captivated him in a way no one ever had. Who unknowingly held his heart in your hands despite his best attempts to fight it. You could destroy him, he knew. You could be the chink in his armor, a weakness that could get both of you killed…

But damn, he was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. There were worst ways to go, he supposed. But still…he didn’t want to draw you into something that you didn’t want, nor did he want to see you hurt…

“There. All done.” Your voice broke through the storm in his mind, and he looked up, meeting your inquisitive gaze. “You okay? I’m sorry if this bored you…”

Bored? He regarded you with a small smile, pushing his worries back down for now.

“I could never be bored with you, mesh’la.” He stood, helping you to your feet once you’d gathered your supplies. “Will she make it?”

You nodded, another blush creeping on your cheeks, only causing his smile to deepen.

“She will, thank you for your help, Boba,” you met his gaze earnestly, lips curved in a tired smile. “Hope this didn’t ruin our date too much…that is, if that’s what this is.”

“Only the first of many, I hope,” he gently took your arm and kissed your knuckles, never breaking eye contact. “You certainly did not.”

“Good.” You dipped your head shyly, hesitating for a moment, before broaching the space between you to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thank you. For everything. Also…I’m free again tomorrow evening, did we want to try dinner again?”

Maker, you made him feel like a man years younger…he couldn’t help but be swept along for wherever this took you both.

“Anything for you, princess.”

[waitingindaylight]

I was *just* thinking of boba x veterinarian reader 🥺 and this is so well written 🫶

[acatalystrising]

At long last, my next winged Boba piece is complete! As soon as I saw a certain Fortnite picture, it was so ✨iconic✨ I just HAD to draw my own interpretation, obviously winged of course because that’s my brand. He’s such a drama king and I love him for it!

[desmond69miles]

Top 10 Snape fics ???

hi hi anon! i have loaddsss of snape fics saved aahaha (sadly most of them are NSFW but i do have some sfw ones!)

the ones with the ** by it are NSFW

these aren't ordered, just a big jumble of the ones I enjoy!

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the spell you cast -- by @multifandomfix

please stay -- by @everythingyouwanted

promise ** -- by @insomniacaesthetic

cockwarming ** -- by @sevsnapes

thunderporn ** -- by @missmeasured

sev w/ a neurodivergent s/o -- by @insomniacaesthetic

darling and dear -- by @cressidaclearwoods

sev + multiple orgasms ** -- by @sevsnapes

caught ** -- by @sacredsnape

healing ** -- by @sevsnapes

all authors who write for snape are amazing!! i hope this is 10 hehe

[waitingindaylight]

oh my days?? this is so??? i’ve never felt such honor in my LIFE 🫶🫶🫶🫶 thank you so much!!!

[ddejavvu]

Aaron hotchner sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door just in case someone breaks in so he can protect you and you can’t change my mind

HE DOES :(( HE DOES AND SOMETIMES HE FALLS ASLEEP WATCHING THE DOORWAY AFTER A REALLY LONG TOUGH CASE BECAUSE HE CAN'T SHUT HIS BRAIN OFF SO HE JUST WATCHES TO BE SURE HE'S READY FOR WHATEVER'S COMING TO GET YOU

[vanessagib]

The Day All Hope Died

BAU x Gender Neutral Reader

*gif not mine*

AN: It’s.. sad? First ever written short story! I’d like to give a special thanks to @spencereidsupremacy for giving me amazing feedback as well as convincing me to post this I seriously couldn't thank you enough! 

Summary: Reader is a new member to the team. At first it was okay that everyone was off with the new, unknowing dynamic. But as the year went on reader felt more like a hinder than a team member.  

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.5k

Content Warnings: sad, reader isn’t accepted, no happy ending

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[bobafettdaily]

#our beloved boba fett, your honor

[acatalystrising]

I’m back with today’s oneshot! This is another softttt one (I can’t help it okay I promise there will be more angst this month lollll) so pretty light in regards to trigger warnings!

There is a mention of past slavery and abuse, but otherwise SFW. Enjoy!

Oneshot: The Daimyo’s Wish

You saw the way the women looked at him - all starry eyed and blushing. Not that you could blame them.

Boba Fett, the new Daimyo, was a sight to behold.

Clad in Mandalorian beskar, cutting an iconic figure everywhere he went - he was a legend, one that crawled from the very depths of hell to claim his throne. It made for a good story, one that inspired fear and respect. You’d heard the tales of his life as a formidable bounty hunter - stories that rightly sent a chill down your spine. And when he’d taken Fortuna’s place, you’d been afraid.

After all, you’d been enslaved in the palace for years, and the prospect of being subjected to a crueler boss was terrifying.

And yet…he’d freed you all.

Even now, as you lounged against a back wall in the massive room, eyes flitting over the guests gathered beyond, conversing as music played - you almost felt human. Your dress was certainly an upgrade from the revealing attire you’d been forced to wear for years.

Laughter rolled through the crowd, and you suppressed a flinch, taking a sip of your spotchka to soothe your nerves. It was your day off - you had no reason to feel guilty for standing here, alone. But still, it slithered down your throat and locked in your chest, threatening to constrict further.

Movement flickered across the room and you saw him, tall and broad and impossibly commanding - helmet tucked against his side. He wore a small smile, something you imagined he’d had to adapt to, judging by the darkness that always lingered in his eyes. Boba Fett was a dangerous man, no matter what setting he was placed in. A weapon built for war. And yet, there was a magnetic presence to him - something you tried your best to endure. You couldn’t deny the way he affected you, even in the smallest conversation, leaving butterflies in your stomach and would last for days. But the last thing you needed was to catch feelings for someone who would never feel the same about you.

You watched him pass a trio of your coworkers, smile widening ever so slightly, and you felt a distinct burn of jealously roll in your gut when he stopped to speak to them, those lips curled in a grin, before he went on his way, disappearing back into the crowd.

Stars, you had to get him out of your mind.

You chugged the rest of your drink and made your way to the bar, nodding at Fennec as the master assassin passed on her rounds. Yes, you’d been freed. But you hadn’t had anywhere to go - opting to remain at the palace, albeit employed and paid, and had tried your best to keep to yourself.

You leaned against the bar’s cool surface and ordered another drink, a sigh slipping through your lips. You’d never had it this good, truly…but you hated the deep ache of loneliness that sank to the very core of your being.

“Hey pretty lady.” A nasally voice cut through your thoughts, and you turned, meeting the lusty gaze of a thin, well dressed man.

He couldn’t be much older than you, but he was repulsive, his eyes raking over you like you belonged to him. And you hated it, the instinct to cower, your years as a slave still a recent memory. But you did your best to keep a firm, disinterested gaze. It didn’t seem to faze him.

“You’re too hot to be all by yourself, want some company?” He sided up against you, licking his lips, hand sliding across the counter toward your arm. “I’d love to take you somewhere more private, get between those-“

“She’s not alone.” A much deeper male voice rolled like thunder, and you glanced over your shoulder, finding none other than Boba Fett himself standing behind you.

“Oh, Fett, kriff,” the man instantly backed away with a nervous grin, hands raised slightly in the air. “Apologies.”

Boba didn’t respond, instead, he took the man’s place at the bar - leaning against the table with his gauntleted arms crossed. You swallowed, heat crawling up your throat and burning your ears, and you did your best to stay calm despite the thrill, not terror, that coursed through your veins.

“Did he hurt you?” Boba’s voice was soft, as if for you alone.

You blinked, feeling his gaze on you, and turned to meet it - his eyes gentler then you’d remembered. You’d interacted with the Daimyo on many occasions since he’d taken over, and he still felt so larger than life to you. You’d definitely never been this close to him helmetless, noting, much to your inner panic, that he was even more attractive then you’d realized. And here he was, flesh and blood, talking to you.

“I…no, he didn’t, but thank you.” You dipped your head and shrugged. “You didn’t have to do that…but it’s appreciated.”

“You looked upset.” A seriousness settled in his tone, eyes still soft, but expression shifting to something slightly darker. “I won’t pretend to know what hardships you’ve endured. But a woman as beautiful as you deserves respect.”

You felt the blush creep to your cheeks at his words and you ducked your head, horrified. Surely he saw - he probably found it amusing at best. Forgettable at worst. He was only being kind, you told yourself. He probably spoke like this to your coworkers as well. You still weren’t special, even though you were still grateful that he’d intervened.

“You’re too kind…” you fixed your gaze on your hands, fighting the urge to nervously pick at your nails. “But it’s okay. The others are much prettier than me, so I’m usually able to get away.”

“Why would you think that?” His tone was gentle, patient. So unlike the men you’d had to deal with. It almost made you look up at him. “You shouldn’t have to hide.”

“It’s…nothing. Really, I don’t want to bother you.” You shifted, swallowing hard, expecting him to take the chance to bow out of the conversation and move along. He was the Daimyo, after all.

“You can be honest with me, mesh’la,” his voice, if anything, grew softer. You felt the soft leather of his gloves brush under your chin, turning your gaze to face him. “Of all the people in this palace, you’re the one who made an impression.”

You blinked, shock rippling through you. This was too good to be true - a fantasy, not reality. But you felt his strong fingers cupping your chin, his closeness so intoxicating, it was all you could do to stay on your feet.

“Really? You’re serious?” You couldn’t fully mask the shock in your voice. “I had no idea…”

“I didn’t want to frighten you, I know all of this,” he gestured at his armor, “doesn’t exactly come across as comforting. If I make you uncomfortable, I’ll stop. I want you to feel safe.”

“Oh, the armor doesn’t…you don’t make me uncomfortable. Ever since you took over, I’ve never felt safer. You lead by example.” You dared to speak your mind, and you noted it had been the right thing to do when a deep chuckle rolled through you.

“Pretty and smart, hmm?” You blushed when his thumb lightly caressed your cheek, just subtle enough to be noticeable. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into his touch. “Full of surprises, aren’t you, little one?”

Gods, his voice would be the end of you…

“I…I guess I’m always used to being looked over. Even as a slave. And to think that I actually have worth…that’s not something I’m familiar with.” You dared to meet his gaze, swallowing hard. “You set me free, gave me a life, a job…I don’t know how to thank you. You’ve already done so much…”

“You think too little of yourself,” he removed his hand, and you felt tethered regardless, forcing yourself to keep a straight face as he crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, regarding you with a smile. “Walk with me?”

You were nodding before your thoughts could catch up with your actions, logic screaming that he was still a stranger, a man, someone who could hurt you. But deep down, you knew he wouldn’t. His character had already shown that.

“Let’s go somewhere quieter,” he extended a gloved hand, which you took, and followed as he led you out of the room and into the palace beyond.

-

You stood on an ornately carved balcony, light colored stone smoothed by years of wind and sand. It was simple, elegant in its own way. But the stars…they were gorgeous, dotting the expanse above even as the three moons illuminated the sky.

Surprisingly, you didn’t feel at all nervous too be alone with Boba. You found yourself talking about anything and everything, laughter often frequenting your conversation. He leaned against the balcony beside you, big hands draped over the railing, dark green beskar gleaming in the moonlight.

“This…is gorgeous,” you turned to face Boba, and was struck by how regal he looked in the soft lighting - a king in his kingdom. You felt you paled significantly in comparison.

“As are you. I’m glad I finally worked up the courage to speak with you,” he regarded you with a gleam in his eye, lips curved in a smile. “Your company has truly been welcome.”

You felt another blush creep to your cheeks, and tried so hard to focus on words when he was this close. Your shoulders were nearly touching.

“I’m nothing special, seriously,” you shrugged and he raised a brow, but patiently waited for you to finish. “I’m not trying to be negative. I just never felt that way.”

He shifted to fully face you, standing to his full height, and gestured at you with a gentle flourish of a gloved hand. “May I?”

Slightly confused but curious, you nodded, and you felt the breath leave your lungs when he wrapped a strong arm around your shoulders, holding you close to his chest.

“You’re worth more than that, little one.” He lifted his free hand to caress your cheek, and you shuddered, leaning into his touch. He grinned softly but didn’t comment on it, tone still soft, nearly protective. “And if you’ll allow me, I’d love to get to know you better. And in time, when you’re ready…show you just how special you are.”

-

[acatalystrising]

I’m back with the next oneshot, this time suggested by the amazing @spooky-karl : a jealous Boba/clueless reader prompt! This was a LOT of fun to write, so I hope you enjoy!

Oneshot: Hidden Desires

“You’re doing it again, boss.” Fennec’s dry voice rolled over the background music, soft enough for him alone to hear.

“Doing what?” Boba leaned against the back of his throne, idly tapping his fingers on the stone armrest.

“You realize she’s never going to know you like her if you sit here and brood, right?” The master assassin leaned further against her perch on the throne’s side, one brow lifted at him in one of her usual pointed looks. “Seriously. All this pining is gonna make me sick.”

Boba huffed, flicking his gaze over the gathered crowd, pointedly hesitating before his eyes fell on you.

You…and the young, wide-eyed, fluffy-haired excuse for a man you were talking to.

He’d seen you spending time with him for months, now. Nearly inseparable, always laughing about something. He liked it when you smiled, there was such a…light to you, something that took his breath away. He only wished you’d smile at him like that, too. Given that you’d been working at the palace ever since he’d taken over, you’d crossed paths before, but he’d always been busy, unable to stop and have a proper conversation. But you had captured his attention the moment he’d first seen you.

“Boba…c’mon,” Fennec’s tone sharpened, shaking him from his thoughts. “Just talk to her. For all you know, the feelings could be mutual.”

A sharp bark of laughter rose over the din, and he nearly flinched, hiding the reaction with a roll of his shoulders. He knew how he looked, up on his throne - the Daimyo of Tatooine: dangerous and cunning, formidable beskar glinting in the firelight. He was powerful, renowned, and had faced more hells then most people would ever dream of. And yet the prospect of being rejected by you was something that twisted his stomach into knots.

“That boy is too young. Doesn’t know how to treat a woman like her.” His voice was low, nearly a growl, but he could only curb it so much. He clenched his fists and sighed, returning his attention to Fennec. “I don’t understand what she sees in him. Doesn’t she know she’s worth more then that?”

“Maybe she doesn’t…unless you tell her.” She slid off the side of the throne with a sigh, still wearing that admonishing look. “You gotta do it, boss. If you don’t take the leap, she’ll slip through your fingers and you’ll regret it. And who knows, you may have more of a chance then you think.”

“Perhaps.” He watched her turn to face him, her lips curved in a small smile.

“I’m getting a drink. Do us both a favor and take the step.”

Boba didn’t respond, merely watching the assassin slip through the edge of the crowd toward the bar, eyes still surveying everyone. He sighed, wishing he could just don his helmet and slip away to the safe quiet of his rooms. But he had to be here, as the head of his family…

He looked back at you, and felt something in him snap when your lively companion gave your cheek a quick peck. He stood so abruptly he startled a couple passing by. He paid them no mind, forcing himself to walk down the steps slowly, even as a mixture of rage and jealously swirled to a combustive mix in his chest.

Damn it, get a hold of yourself. You’ve hunted hundreds of bounties. Escaped a sarlacc. Outlived an empire. You can talk to a kriffing girl.

He slipped through the crowd, eyes fixed on you, heartbeat thundering in his ears. He could do this. He wasn’t a coward. He’d tell you how he felt, be honest, and…

You suddenly turned and hurried out of the room, the younger man in tow. Frustration and rage welled in Boba’s chest, and he resisted the urge to find the boy later and cave in his skull. But he truly hadn’t ever done anything to upset him other than capturing the attentions of the one woman Boba was interested in. He was a hard worker, did what he was told, and any interference would be manipulative - something he refused to stoop to.

Well, that settled that. Boba didn’t want to think about the way his heart sank in his chest like some lovestruck foundling. He cursed under his breath and veered to the bar, sliding next to Fennec with a grunt, setting his helmet on the counter.

“So?” She sipped her drink, watching him with narrowed eyes.

“She’s gone,” he flagged the bartender down with a flick of his chin, hating that he was practically seething, jealousy wrapping around his throat like claws. His words were choked, clipped and curt. “I was too late.”

“I see.” Fennec looked away with a small nod, draining the rest of her spotchka in one gulp and sliding it back to the bartender for another. “I’m sorry.”

Boba only hummed a response, lifting his drink to his lips, hoping it was strong enough to shove his emotions back down where they belonged. It was probably for the best, anyway. He was scarred…older, nowhere near the person he’d been in his prime - for better or for worse.

And if you were happy, that really was all that mattered.

-

You stormed out of the room with a near growl on your lips, finally relinquishing your hold on your friend’s shoulder when you both were well into the hall and out of earshot.

You were starting to believe you had the worst luck ever. Boba Fett, of all people, had looked like he’d wanted to talk. But of course, per the trajectory of your life, someone had to ruin the moment.

“Hey, what’s the big-“

“Why the kriff did you kiss me?” You spun on your heels, eyes narrowed, anger flaring in your chest. “Chaz, we’ve talked about this. I like being your friend, a lot, but that’s it. That was a really dumb move.”

“It was just a peck…” Chaz grinned sheepishly, crossing his arms to try to mirror your expression. Judging by his reddened cheeks and slurred speech, he was already nearly drunk. “‘S not like I kissed you kissed you. Though I would, if…”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose with a frown, hoping you’d have enough self-control to stop yourself from fully snapping.

“You crossed a line, okay? You’re a fun friend, really - but you’ve been so pushy lately.” You met his gaze, hoping he was sober enough to understand. “I’m not into you like that. And I need you to respect that I-“

“That’s not fair.” Chaz pushed himself up from against the wall, approaching you with a frown. “Yes, we’re friends, but I’d want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. Is that really so bad a thing to want?”

“It is, if both parties don’t agree.” You locked gazes with him, and despite the fact that he was taller, he withered and slowly took a step back. You sighed, gesturing back at the room where the party still continued. “Look, I don’t want to hurt you. Ever since Boba took over, things have been so much better here. But that doesn’t change how I feel.”

Chaz’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and you inwardly groaned.

Here we go again.

“Oh, so it’s just Boba now, huh?” Chaz spun on his heels and paced, brows furrowed, barely able to walk in a straight line. “I knew you had a thing for the Daimyo. Called it. Kriff, I don’t even stand a chance against that. Why are you such a bitch?”

“Chaz, you’re drunk. You need rest, sleep this off.” You expertly dodged the question and turned the attention back to him. “I’m concerned for you. The way you’re talking about me…it’s obsessive. I don’t want to keep hanging out if it’s too difficult for you.”

Then Chaz did the unthinkable. He reached out with a frown and gripped your shoulder, fingers squeezing tight enough to bruise.

“You don’t understand, I love you! I-“

“Let. Me. Go.” You locked eyes with him, tone dripping, and your hand slid unconsciously toward the blaster holstered at your hip.

His gaze followed your movement, and he cursed, pulling away with a dark frown.

“Whatever, this is stupid. Not dealin’ with this anymore. I quit.” He turned away and stormed down the hall before you could get another word in, and you sighed when he turned the corner, leaving you alone in the silent hall.

Ahh, kriff. Why are people always so annoying?

You sighed, adjusting your shirt, trying to ignore the familiar pain that made your heart ache. You’d never had the best luck with friends, and the ones you had didn’t usually stick around. Oh well, it’s not like you hadn’t been here before. The last thing you needed right now was to think about the past, or deal with the fresh pain of your present - so you turned and headed back to the throne room.

You needed a drink.

-

The crowd had thinned considerably when you reentered, and you slipped around the straggling guests and made your way to the bar.

You were so lost in your thoughts, upset with the way things had gone with Chaz, that you automatically took a seat before you realized who you’d sat next to.

You glanced to your side, and your eyes immediately widened when you met the gaze of your boss, Boba Fett. He was helmet-less and looked mildly surprised, and you realized with a groan that no one else was there - he clearly had come here to be alone.

“Oh kriff, I’m so sorry,” you went to move, heartbeat fluttering when he shook his head, calling the bartender over with a small smile.

“It’s okay, you’re welcome to stay.” He let you give your order, patiently waiting until the bartender walked away. Gods, his voice was deep - you always forgot how every word spoken from the damn man’s tongue sent a warmth curling down your spine. “Is something wrong?”

Stars, he was perceptive. Or you were just really bad at hiding your emotions. You met his gaze, and found his expression to be surprisingly soft. You’d never been this close to him before, not without his helmet anyway, and you prayed to whatever gods existed that you weren’t blushing.

“I’m okay,” you managed a smile, hating that your voice nearly squeaked, but not with fear - Maker, he was attractive. You were so, so out of your league, even talking to him. “It’s just been a long day.”

He nodded, shifting to take another sip of his drink, and you couldn’t stop yourself from observing him as you were given your own beverage, the liquor a welcome warmth settling in the back of your throat. You’d heard so much about the formidable ex-bounty hunter, but he’d only ever been respectful to you and the rest of the palace’s staff.

“Where’s your friend?” He spoke casually, gaze flicking back to you a raised brow. “Well, boyfriend, I wager.”

“Chaz? Oh, he’s not my boyfriend.” You sighed and took a swig of your drink, unable to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “That’s why I’m here. He’s, well…was, my friend…but the guy doesn’t know how to take no for answer.”

“Did he hurt you?” Boba shifted in his seat to better face you; broad, armored frame accompanied by a near protectiveness in his rough voice nearly making you blush.

You detected a particularly dangerous edge to his tone, but you somehow understood it wasn’t directed at you.

“No, he’s just annoying,” you took another sip, starting to feel the alcohol take effect, but you recognized that tone enough to know you had to intervene. “Don’t worry, I can take care of myself. You don’t survive around here by being soft.”

Oh kriff, were you trying to sound tough? He was surely just being nice - you needed to get a hold of yourself. You took another swig of your drink and tried to play it off with a shrug.

“Of that, I have no doubt.” Boba watched you, lips slightly parted as if he wanted to say more, and you found yourself leaning toward him, waiting to hear what he had to say.

Pretending, if even for a moment, that someone like him would show a shred of interest in someone like you.

“There you are!” Chaz’s voice, which you suddenly recognized to be much squeakier then Boba’s, interrupted the moment.

You turned, but you could have sworn you heard Boba groan as the younger man approached, and you cataloged that for future pondering.

“Figures that you’re here,” he was still drunk, if not more so, and you wanted to sink into your chair. You’d just tried to get him out of trouble, and here he was, unknowingly digging himself into a deeper hole. “What’s he got that I don’t have, huh?”

Oh stars, you wanted to go bury yourself in the sand and call it a grave.

You were glad Boba couldn’t see your face, because you were certain it was red as the suns themselves. So you focused your anger on Chaz instead.

“I told you to go get some sleep. You’re drunk.” Your kept your tone icy, even. Hoping he’d listen. Really, really, wishing he’d get the message and leave before he got killed. “We’ve already been over this, so quit it. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

And me…

“But I-“

“You heard her,” a thunderous voice behind you nearly made you flinch, and you felt the chair behind you scrape against the floor as Boba stood. “When a woman says no, you listen.”

“I get you’re my boss, and I respect that,” Chaz had the audacity to cross his arms, indignantly meeting the older man’s gaze. “But she’s my friend. We’re having a conversation I wanna finish.”

Your jaw dropped so fast you could have sworn it would hit the floor. Was he insane? Did he have a death wish?

Boba walked past you, deathly silent, and stood before Chaz with a furious glare and taut jaw. He was imposing as a mountain, his beskar gleaming in the dull lighting, and you finally saw fear cross your friend’s eyes despite his drunken state.

“I’ve killed people for less then your insolent words, boy. And you’re only breathing because I wouldn’t dare upset her,” he jerked a thumb back at you, tone low, nearly a growl. “She’s a true beauty in this desolate desert. Know your place. If I ever see you antagonize her again, it’ll be the last breath you draw.”

Chaz flinched, face draining of all color, and her shot a panicked glance at you before he turned and bolted out of the room without another word.

But you were no longer thinking about him. Your gaze was locked on Boba’s armored back, mind replaying his words on repeat. Had he…just called you beautiful? And what was more was that he’d defended you with such fierceness, it didn’t make sense…

He turned back to face you, and the moment his eyes met yours, the darkness shifted to something softer. Maker, you knew nothing about men such as him. Was this how he treated everyone? And yet he looked hesitant as he spoke, as if he was worried you were upset.

“I’m sorry about that. Didn’t want to scare you,” he seemed somehow smaller when he sat back in his chair, drowning the remnants of his drink with one gulp. “You’re worth more then that kid’ll understand.”

You took a breath, turning to meet his waiting gaze, daring yourself to be brave.

“Did you mean that?” You frowned slightly, mustering the courage to speak your mind even at the risk of being wrong. “When you said I was beautiful?”

“Of course,” he didn’t skip a beat, expression matter-of-fact, the corner of his lip curving in a deliciously small smile. “I’ve wanted to tell you that for months.”

You jaw dropped for a second time in one evening, and you watched him, stunned, as he continued.

“But I always saw you with that boy,” he shrugged, the gesture nearly comical for someone wearing such intimidating armor. “Figured I didn’t have a chance.”

“Boba…” his name still felt foreign, yet somehow familiar, leaving your tongue. “Why didn’t you…”

Then it dawned on you, and you blinked, surprised by your own revelation. Was Boba Fett, of all people, jealous?

And so you took a leap, daring to place your hand over his, meeting his gaze - unable to wipe a silly grin from your face.

“Stars, if you’d told me that months ago, I wouldn’t have given Chaz a moment of my time.” You chuckled despite yourself, eyes widening when he took your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

His touch was warm, surprisingly soft. The gesture alone made you swoon, and you were glad you were already sitting. His gaze flicked up to meet yours, something nearly protective once again in his eyes.

“Then I’m asking now.” His tone was somehow rougher. “I’ll make up for the time missed, if you’ll allow it.”

Maker, was this really happening? You wanted to pinch yourself, but you spoke instead, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“Yes, I’d love that, I just can’t believe…”

“None of that, little one.” He lifted a hand to caress your cheek, and you shuddered at his touch. “You’re beautiful. You must believe that for yourself.”

You nodded, feeling captured in his gaze, and his gaze flicked to your lips and back to your eyes as if waiting for confirmation. You smiled and nodded, and that was all the encouragement he needed to close the distance between you and kiss you so gently, so lovingly, you felt yourself melt in his powerful embrace.

Perhaps you didn’t have such back luck, after all.

[acatalystrising]

At long last, here is the ninth chapter of Consequences! I took my time with this one, because I haven’t wanted it to end! But this story has been so lovely to write, and to be honest, I may not be done with it…I love these two and their dynamic is so much fun!

But for now, I hope you enjoy the final chapter! (But is it? The world may never know…)

Pairing: Boba Fett x (F)Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Trigger warnings: angst, smut (foreplay, piv sex, unprotected *this is fiction*, fingering), and allll the usual fluff

Series synopsis: Backstabbed and betrayed, you knew there was a bounty over your head - but when you’re captured by the infamous Boba Fett, it becomes abundantly clear that your fate is as mysterious as your captor.

Chapter nine: The Found Family of Mos Espa

Perhaps fate, you discovered, wasn’t all so bad.

You would have stayed with Boba in Slave 1’s cabin for the rest of the day if you could call the shots. You were certain he would too, but both of your chirping coms clearly indicated that you had backup sorely in need for an update on the turn of events.

You were still curled in his arms when your comlink went off for the third time, and you groaned, finally picking it up.

“The front gate? Maker, you tryin’ to get me killed?” Ta’na’s voice was thick with worry. “You got sand in your brain or what?”

You smiled apologetically at Boba before answering. “You’ll be fine, I promise. Get over here.”

“You’re paying for my funeral.” Ta’na switched the comlink off with a grumble, and you released a shuddering sigh.

Boba ran his fingers through your hair, the gesture soothing, and you leaned against his armored chest, relishing the familiar feeling of the cool beskar against your skin.

“Friend of yours?” His voice rumbled through you, curious.

“Yeah, Ta’na took me in back when…well…” you looked away, unsure of how to continue. How to communicate how lonely you’d been. “I thought I’d lost you forever. If she hadn’t found me, I don’t know if I’d still…”

Soft leather gloves brushed against your chin, lifting your face to meet his gaze. You melted at the touch, drowning in those amber eyes that carried such depth and love.

“I will ensure she knows my gratitude for keeping you safe.” A brief flash of pain flooded his gaze, one he tried to shake away. “I thought of you, mesh’la. When I was in the pit. I didn’t want to abandon you, so I fought back. But I was delayed…”

“It’s okay. We both did what we had to in order to survive. What matters is that we’re here now.” You swallowed, wishing you could look away, but his fingers were firm enough to hold your focus on him. “Boba…I don’t want to assume. If you’ve moved on, I…”

He let go of your chin, opting to cup your cheek with his hand, fingers gently caressing your face. There was nearly a sternness in his eyes, brows slightly furrowed - but when he spoke, his voice remained soft.

“Stars, I could never do that. I know I promised I’d never hunt you again, all those years ago, but…” he quirked a small smile, scarred brow flicking upward. “I’d have torn the galaxy apart searching for you.”

You couldn’t help but smile, a warmth you’d missed for so long settling in your chest.

“For the record, I was gonna do that too,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’d never choose anyone else.”

Boba pulled you into another embrace, and his comlink chirped again, which he finally answered.

“You’ve been in there a while, boss. Everything alright?”

You recognized the female voice from earlier, and he rubbed reassuring circles along your back as he spoke.

“There’s been some new developments, Fennec.” He slowly stood, holding out a hand to help you to your feet. “We have a very special guest.”

There was a pause before the response came. “This had better be good.”

Once the line went silent, you couldn’t help but regard him with a raised brow, echoing his earlier statement.

“Friend of yours?”

“I saved her life - she pledged her service to me.” He placed his hands on your shoulders and met your gaze. “Yes, she’s a friend. But you’re the only one for me, mesh’la.”

You nodded, a blush creeping on your cheeks, and he gestured toward the walkway with a flourish of a gloved hand. “Let’s not keep them waiting.”

-

The woman’s gaze was sharp, cutting like knives, and yet you calmly regarded her with a nod as you descended from the ship, Boba at your side.

“Hiding girls in your ship?” A dark brow flicked upward, her gaze locked on you - clearly still determining if you were a threat. “You continue to surprise me, boss.”

Boba chuckled but didn’t take the bait, instead meeting your gaze as you both stopped once your boots hit the sandy floor.

“This is master assassin Fennec Shand. She helped me take this palace.” He looked at Fennec, who regarded him with a raised brow, eyes gleaming curiously. “Fennec - she’s the one I’ve told you about - the bounty who stole my heart. We all have a lot to catch up on.”

He’d talked about you?

You couldn’t stop a smile from slipping to your lips when he placed a hand on your shoulder in a shockingly public display of affection. There was no preamble, no grand declaration of adoration, only a simple truth from a simple man who loved you more than the galaxy itself. You looked to Fennec, who nodded, lips twisting in a wry smile.

“You don’t say? The one that got away, huh?” She crossed her arms and met your gaze, features softening ever so slightly. “I must say, I’m glad you’re here. I was going to lose it if he moped for much longer.”

“You moped?” You glanced at Boba with a smirk, raising a teasing brow, daring to joke with him in a way you alone could. “My big bad bounty hunter moped?”

Fennec snorted, clearly not expecting you to dare tease him in such a manner. She quickly masked her grin with a slight frown, mirth still shining in her eyes as she shook her head. You had a feeling the two of you would get along just fine.

“I didn’t mope,” he crossed his arms almost defensively, but his lips twisted into a grin. “A man can miss the love of his life.”

You looked back to Fennec with a smirk, and she rolled her eyes. “He definitely moped.”

Your comlink beeped, and the two regarded you with varying degrees of curiosity.

“Do we have room for one more?” You shrugged, nearly rolling your eyes when it chirped again. “Probably best if we don’t keep my friend waiting, she’s deadly with a wrench.”

“By all means,” Boba gestured toward the gate with a flick of his gloved hand, slipping his helmet back on. “Any friend of yours is welcome here.”

-

You almost felt bad for Ta’na.

The moment the massive gate lifted and you emerged into the moonlit desert with none other than Boba Fett by your side, her eyes widened, reflexively taking a step back. You recognized the fear that flashed in her fierce eyes, but she didn’t lower her blaster, the weapon trained on Boba.

“It’s okay, ‘Na, you’re all good,” you met her gaze and shook your head, hoping she saw that you clearly weren’t in any danger. “This day’s been full of surprises…I’d like you to meet Boba Fett. Boba, this is Ta’na.”

Her eyes only widened further, and you were glad that Fennec had been willing to wait inside. One bounty hunter at a time was the best course of action. It was ironic really, that you tended to forget most people didn’t have the experience you did.

“Kriff, you weren’t bluffing,” Ta’na crossed her arms and regarded Boba with no small degree of suspicion. “I’d say it’s a pleasure, but I’m sure you get why I have my reservations. If you love her so much, why the hell did you abandon her?”

Damn, Ta’na always came out swinging.

You flinched, shooting Boba an apologetic glance, hoping for the love of whatever gods existed, he wouldn’t take offense. But he merely chuckled, the sound nearly making you melt where you stood, and he removed his helmet, tucking it against his side.

“Then I have you to thank for keeping her safe,” he inclined his head in a gesture of respect. “Why don’t we go inside? It would be a safer place to share this tale.”

Ta’na regarded you both with slightly narrowed eyes before nodding, a sigh slipping through her lips. She begrudgingly tucked her blaster back into its holster.

“All right, but only because I trust her,” she shot you a small smirk despite her apparent unease. “This outta be good.”

-

“So wait, you’re telling me you escaped the sarlacc? Lived with Tuskens? And now you’re our Daimyo?” Ta’na leaned back in her chair, near-empty glass of spotchka in her hand. “That’s kriffing insane. I’ve never known a Daimyo before, or wanted to. And definitely haven’t run around with bounty hunters like a certain someone here.”

The dining hall was massive, but the four of you only occupied the far side of the long table, already several drinks in after the food had been cleared away.

“First time for everything,” Fennec handed her another glass of liquor, shooting you a smirk. “Some of us like to flirt with death.”

“He has pretty eyes,” you turned to Boba who was sitting next to you and met his gaze, and he shook his head with a slight chuckle, taking your hand in his bigger one underneath the table.

“You both are cute, I’ll give you that, but also terrifying,” Ta’na shifted in her seat, locking gazes with you as she took a hearty sip of the drink. “How you managed to seduce the most notorious bounty hunter in the galaxy is beyond me. I didn’t think that was possible given the whole ‘you can’t escape Boba Fett’ mantra we all heard.”

“I don’t know if I’d put it like that…” You felt your cheeks flush, gripping his hand tighter. “Because that’s all true.”

Even then you thought back to those years ago, when you’d been younger and afraid. Destined for a horrible fate…yet rescued by the unlikeliest of people and whisked into a life, a love, you’d never expected.

And somehow, you’d found it again.

“She was relentless. I never had a chance,” Boba’s matter-of-fact tone broke you from your thoughts, and you dared to shoot him a playful glare.

“Oh sure, that’s definitely how that went,” you felt his arm curl around your shoulders, drawing you closer to him, and you learned your head against his beskar-clad shoulder. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

Boba’s fingers slipped from your hand and caressed your inner thigh unbeknownst to the others, and you tried your best to keep a straight face. Boba, blast him, hadn’t changed his expression in the slightest, other than a subtle knowing smirk curving at the corner of his lip.

“Well, it’s getting late.” Fennec gave you a knowing look and stood to her feet, jerking her chin at you with a smirk. “I’m assuming you’re staying?”

“If that isn’t too much trouble?” You met Boba’s gaze, wanting to shoot him a mock glare as his hand slowly crept higher, sending chills down your spine.

Your body longed to react to his touch, and it was as if years hadn’t separated you, the way the heat so quickly pooled between your legs. You suddenly wished the two of you were back in Slave 1, blissfully alone, so you didn’t have to endure this torture.

“None at all,” he spoke so smoothly, entirely at ease, even as his thumb brushed over your clothed clit. “Ta’na, you’re welcome anytime.”

Your friend stood as well, gathering her things, and Fennec motioned for her to follow.

“I’ll make sure she gets home,” Fennec locked eyes with you and gave you a wink. “Have fun catching up.”

“You ever need a mechanic, lemme know,” Ta’na shot you a smirk that bode of many future conversations. “Better get home to my girl before she thinks I’m dead. Fett, it was nice meeting you…take good care of her.”

“I intend to,” his tone was slightly darker, but only just so that you might have been the only one to notice.

Well, Fennec probably did, considering that you felt your face burn hotter than the twin suns, earning another smirk from the assassin. Gods, you’d nearly forgotten how impossibly intoxicating he was.

“See ya when I see ya,” Ta’na had the audacity to shoot you a wink as well before following Fennec out of the room. “Guess I know the Daimyo’s girl now, huh. Talk about friends in high places.”

No sooner than the two had stepped out of the room, Boba’s lips were on yours, gentle at first, scooting his chair back so he could pull you into his lap to deepen the kiss.

“This okay?” He caressed your cheek, pulling back so he could meet your gaze. He almost looked worried as he scanned your face for any signs of discomfort. “Don’t wanna push you.”

“Stars, of course it’s okay,” you pressed your forehead against his, straddling him so you were comfortably nestled in his lap. “I’ve missed you, so, so much.”

He nodded, falling silent for a moment, a darkness hovering in his eyes. You held his face in your hands, fingers lightly tracing over the scars on his tan skin.

“You alright?” You pulled back so you could better gauge his expression. “Have I done something wrong?”

“No, of course not…” he sighed, gesturing at the scars on his face with a frustrated huff. “I don’t…look the way you remember. I’ve changed, I think. The sarlacc did quite some damage…I’m still healing.”

“You think I’m going to fuss over some scars? Boba…I love you for you. Not because you look a certain way.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek with a smile. “Besides, I still think you’re devilishly handsome.”

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through you and curling more heat in your core. You shifted your hips in an experimental roll and he grunted, lips parting slightly as you repeated the motion, feeling him hard as durasteel beneath you.

“Some things clearly haven’t changed,” you smirked, grinding your core against him, and he released a deep groan, running a hand through your hair.

The darkness in his eyes faded, replaced with unfiltered, raw love.

“Why don’t we retire to my rooms?” He pressed a kiss to your jawline, then dragging his lips to your pulse point on your neck. “Though, they can be ours if you want.”

“Gods, yes,” you felt him shift to stand, clinging to him as he gathered you in his arms, much like that fateful first time you’d been together. “I’d like that, Boba. A lot.”

He chuckled again, walking down the hall with you held securely against him.

“As you wish.”

-

Five years may have passed, and with it, so many tribulations - but you quickly learned that time hadn’t changed a few things, the foremost being your passion for one another.

You’d barely made it to his rooms before he had your back pressed against the cool wall, his lips swallowing your moans as he buried his fingers within you. You clung to his armor for dear life, peppering his neck and jawline with kisses, tears nearly pricking your eyes at the feeling of his impressive digits easing you open.

“Maker, you’re so good at that,” you gasped, feeling yourself already spiraling toward the precipice of your release, tightening your legs around his back with a moan. “You’re so good.”

“Did you miss this?” His voice was impossibly husky, the brush of his free hand cool against your heated skin. He circled your clit, and you clamped down on him with a shudder. “You’re so kriffing tight. Have you not been with anyone…since?”

“Gods no, I’d never.” You felt your orgasm approaching, breaths coming in ragged pants. “But it wasn’t the same, wasn’t…”

“Easy there, I’m here. Not going anywhere this time,” he pressed another kiss to your lips, so encompassing, it was all you could do to hold on as you felt yourself fluttering around him, so very close… “Gonna make you ready for my cock, okay? Let go mesh’la.”

Your release ripped through you so hard you screamed, and he kissed you hungrily as he worked you through your high. You finally slumped against him, panting for breath, and he chuckled, turning and carrying you further into his room.

“You got another one for me?” He lowered you on a large bed, and you nodded, pulling at his flight suit, and he smirked. “That’s my girl.”

It wasn’t long before you both were stripped naked, a tangle of limbs on his massive bed, skin against skin as you explored his scars, trailing kisses over his body.

“You were beautiful then, you’re beautiful now,” you kissed a particularly furrowed scar on his shoulder and he released a shuddering exhale, shifting so he was leaning over you, holding you safely between his arms.

Stars, he certainly hadn’t lost his strength. If anything, you thought he was broader.

“You’re the one who’s beautiful, ad’ika,” he smirked down at you as he lined himself with your center. “Eyes on me, princess.”

You did your best to keep your eyes locked on his even as he sank into you, the burning quickly shifting to pleasure as he held you close, capturing one of your nipples gently between his teeth as you adjusted to his size. You writhed beneath him, moans nearly chanted like a prayer, as he picked up a steady rhythm.

“You were beautiful the moment I saw you, those years ago. Strong, fierce, brave…I couldn’t let them kill you.” He kissed you again, picking up the pace, spearing you deeper. “Couldn’t let you pay your brother’s price.”

He lowered a hand to your clit, once again bringing you closer to the edge, and you ran your hands along his broad shoulders, kissing his neck, pulling him closer.

“Y-you protected me,” your voice faltered as a shudder ran through you, pleasure arcing up your spine. “Saved me. Loved me.”

“I do love you,” Boba grunted, nearing his own release, striking something devastating within you. “And if you’ll have me, I’ll make you my queen.”

That was right - he was more than a bounty hunter now. He was finding a higher purpose, something that made hope blossom in your chest even as he worked you into oblivion.

Boba Fett had been reborn, in many ways, and you were beyond moved to see him step into the identity of the man you’d always believed he was - the one he could be.

“As long as I’m with you, that’s all that matters,” you arched your back, pressing into him, as he quickened his pace, clearly near his release as well. “Boba, I’m…”

“I’m close too,” he chuckled, voice strained. He pressed another kiss to your neck, dragging his lips to the shell of your ear. “Come for me, little one.”

You didn’t need any further bidding - you clenched around him and shuddered as you came, his name on your lips, pleasure overriding any semblance of thought. The world faded away until it was just you and him, the man you loved, together.

Finally reunited.

And even as you both lay there, basking in the afterglow, it was you who pulled him close, and he let you, expression achingly soft as you wrapped your arms around his chest.

“I’m sorry you had to face so much alone,” you pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Not just about the sarlacc. Everything. And despite it all…I think your father would be proud. You’ve risen above, were reborn.”

Boba was silent for a moment, but you could feel him thinking, even as his hands slowly caressed you.

“We both were alone. But now, we don’t have to be.” His voice was soft, gentle, even as he shifted and curled his arms around you, holding you close to his chest. “I’ve never known what it truly felt like to have a home. But this…I think this is it.”

You smiled and nodded, kissing his neck and holding him close, a warmth spreading through your heart, bleeding into your soul.

Yes, you thought.

This is home.

-

It was a quiet afternoon in the throne room, save for the occasional visitor, a luxury you rarely got to afford.

Boba sat resolute as always, helmet on, silent and commanding. Gods, you always melted when he did this - a nearly kingly air about him that was intoxicating. Whether he was in the role of bounty hunter or daimyo, he exuded power and calculating quickness, and you were constantly by his side - deadly and respected in your own right.

A trio of the young mods passed by, their laughter infectious - but even then, they still were on the lookout for trouble. You reminded yourself to make sure you gave Drash the black leather top you’d found at the market the other day. They were loyal, youthful and spirited, and you’d welcomed their company. It seemed you and Boba both had a tendency to take in the outcasts…but you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

It was ironic, really, that you’d both ended up back on Tatooine. You remembered the first time you’d visited, when you’d been his bounty, and he’d saved you from the Klatooinian. So much had been uncertain…but you’d learned he had hidden depths. And stars, were you glad you took the leap.

His helmet shifted to meet your gaze, elegantly deadly in his beskar, and you blushed, adjusting your position on the throne’s armrest with a smirk.

“Something funny, ad’ika?” His tone was quiet, yet teasing, his helmet tilting slightly to the side as he watched you.

“Oh, just thinking about how dashing you look like this,” you smoothed your dark green shirt, something both tactical and dramatic, dyed to match his armor. “It has been quiet, not that I’m complaining.”

“I’m complaining. I think it’s time for a break, just you and I.” He looked back out over the room, tone shifting to a near growl. “In Slave 1. Even if it’s just a rotation. We need some more…alone time.”

You chuckled, shifting your weight so you were leaning against his armored shoulder. He looked back at you, and even though his face was hidden, you could sense his wry, teasing grin.

“Just like the good ole days, right?” You winked at your reflection in his visor. “I’d like that.”

Before Boba had a chance to respond, Fennec entered the room, moving quickly enough to capture both of your attentions.

“Someone called in to see you,” Fennec slid to her place on the throne’s side, eyebrow arced at you. “Want me to go kill him?”

“Him?” You frowned, glancing at Boba before looking back at Fennec. “Who was it?”

“Some guy named Naris. Looked shifty, I don’t trust him.” Fennec twirled a knife in her fingers, blaster gripped in her other hand. “What do you think?”

Naris? As in…your brother? You blinked, Boba turning to meet your gaze, his gloved hands suddenly clenched to fists. Fennec noted your reactions and raised a brow, waiting for the order.

“That’s…my brother. But…” you glanced back at Boba, then to Fennec with a scowl. “Can’t say we’re on good terms. You know the story. Where is he?”

“Said he’d he waiting in Mos Eisley,” she shrugged dismissively, yet clearly intrigued all the same. “Left a holomessage. I don’t trust it - so don’t do something stupid.”

After all the time, now he decided to show his face? You wondered what he possibly could want.

“It’s your call,” Boba’s voice rumbled through you, a protective edge forming you knew all too well.

But you were curious. You could tell he was, too. And with the two of you, there was always an adventure to be had.

“You did say you wanted a break, my love.” You shifted to stand, eyeing him playfully. “Could we take your ship?“

Boba nodded, relaying his orders to Fennec, who eagerly listened with a dark grin.

“You sure you’re ready?” He stood, green beskar glinting in the firelight, helmet trained on you.

Life never was guaranteed, but surprises were. You didn’t know what lay ahead, but you did know you wouldn’t face them alone. Neither of you would. For the first time in your lives, you had a family, and that was all you needed.

“Yes.” You nodded, checking your blaster at your hip and the vibroblade strapped to your thigh. “Besides, it’s time for a family reunion, he should meet my husband, right? He did introduce us in a way, after all.”

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Could I request Cad Bane with a shy/introverted reader please? Preferably gender neutral or female. Thank you so much!!!! 💕💖

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Chin Up

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Cad Bane X GN!Reader

word count: 2.7k

Working in a Cantina on a backwater planet washing dishes wasn’t the fabulous life you had set out for yourself but when a worker goes ill and you have to step in to serve its patrons, you wasn’t aware you would be serving one of the most famous Bounty Hunters in the galaxy.

warnings: none, readers boss being a jerk. Shy/introverted reader, I’m a sucker for badass soft Cad, pet names and cad being a lil flirty

Masterlist

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Another plate, another bowl, another spoon, another this, another that.

As you duck your hands underneath the soapy water to clean yet - what is it this time? A fork - you were in a world of your own as you tried to imagine this shift to go quicker. What you didn’t realise until a rag was thrown at your head was that your boss, an angry looking Besalisk called Melv, had been shouting at you for the last few minutes only for you to have completely ignored him.

“S-sorry what?” You stammer pathetically, tossing the fork to the side and wiping your hands against your apron to get the suds off as you walk towards him.

“You’re needed out front on the floor. Di has had to go off sick.” He orders without a second glance whilst you stood there wide-eyed and shaken to the fore with nerves.

“The floor? But I’ve never-.”

“I don’t care. Get serving! And make sure you don’t wear the apron either.” He snaps with a wave of one of his four hands and you look down to see your food covered apron and take on his advice with removing it. Then again it wouldn’t matter anyway, the place is a disgusting mess.

You’re dawdling at the door that led out to where the patrons and bar were and your heart was racing as fast as light speed. You were so used to being behind the scenes where you knew you wouldn’t have to speak to anyone you didn’t know aside from the kitchen staff. One of the reasons you took this job was to earn money and stay out of the way from rude and ignorant customers but yet here you are.

Eventually you found your courage and walked out, loitering behind the bar as you watched the main bar keep, a droid, serve drinks to those sitting at the bar. All you had to do apparently was collect glasses and pass drinks over to those at tables. Seemed easy enough.

You’re around twenty minutes in and everything seems to be going okay. Nobody spoke to you and let you do your thing but as you’re collecting some cups from a nearby table, your eyes catch a glimpse of a lone and tall figure sitting in a booth in the corner.

His head was looking down and you were certain that he was just a sleeping patron until you silently walked towards his table and began to clear the empty glasses from the previous patrons. The voice that came next sent an unpleasant or even pleasant chill up and down your arms. It was slightly modulated but very rich and very deep.

“I’ll have ma usual when you’re ready, sweet thing.”

You halted, hand only just touching a glass when you see him look up at you from under the brim of his hat. Once again, the chills came.

Blood red eyes penetrated your own seemingly average coloured ones. His skin was a cold looking blue and he donned a toothpick between his lips. You could see he was heavily armed and you definitely found that you didn’t want to get on the wrong side of him.

“S-sorry?” You rolled your eyes mentally at your stammer and stood straighter, placing the glass on a tray you were carrying round with you and watched as he craned his neck to the side. He’s watching you, deeply and intently and you had a horrible feeling that you were suddenly wearing no clothes like what happens in dreams.

“My usual. When you’re ready.” He drawled before twisting the toothpick around in his mouth and you grow hot under your collar as you see him smirk. “Sweet thing.”

You let out a shuddering breath you had not realised you were holding but quickly nodded and scuttered away behind the bar. It soon dawned on you that you didn’t realise what his usual ever was! Was it a drink? Food?

Since you had been on the floor you had not realised that the cantina recently got an onslaught of customers and so the bar was considerably busier than before.

You try to explain to the droid about the issue with the man in the corner but obviously he was busy with other orders and instead tells you how to infact make his drink.

It was a concoction of different liquors and mixers, most you had never heard of but nevertheless you made the drink. Was it in the right order? Was there enough ice? Too much? Too little? Did he even have ice?

You inspect your creation and just take a deep breath before walking back to the man. You had a feeling that he saw you coming because once in his eyeline, he sits up a little straighter and watches as you place the drink down in front of him.

He says nothing at first and instead stares at it for a moment too long for your liking. Oh no, it’s wrong. It’s so wrong your mind goes wild with negative thoughts. A breath is stuck in your throat as he raises the glass to his lips, takes a sip, a minute one, before placing it back down. “Interesting.”

You gulp. “Is everything okay… sir?”

He blinks up at you and again, tilts his head. “You’re new here, ain’t ya?”

Shifting in your spot you can only nod, tucking your now fidgeting fingers behind your back. “I wouldn’t say new. I’ve been here for around three months.” You reply after eventually finding your voice.

“Tha’s interestin’.” He says nothing more and you were unsure if you should leave or not.

You were nervous, no doubt about it. You were often reserved and a shy individual anyway so to have this dark yet alluring presence in front of you, you somehow couldn’t find yourself retreating. Then again, you definitely did not want to come across as rude. Then you thought about what he said and how it was apparently ‘interesting’ which piqued your curiosity.

“Interesting how?” It came out more cocky than it did curious so you felt yourself shrink into yourself and mumble a swift apology.

Instead, he ignores your question. “Do ya know who I am?”

Oddly enough, this sent chills down your spine. Should you? Should you not?

“Should I?”

He’s surprised to say the least but doesn’t let his face show it. As one of the most renowned bounty hunters in the galaxy, it was rare for Cad to come across someone who did not know him or better yet, someone he didn’t know. Which was why he was slowly getting intrigued by you.

He finally removes his toothpick away from his lips and lazily flicks it onto the table, resting both his arms over the back of the booth. “Nah. Best ya don’t.”

You’re both looking at each other and you watch him take another sip of his drink, arching his brow bone. “Did you make this?”

You nodded quickly and for a moment you swore he smiled. But, then he stopped and placed the drink back down. “I’ll leave ya to get back to work, darlin’. Don’t get into trouble on my account.”

For some reason you didn’t want to go back. By the way he talked it seemed like everything he said was a threat or condescending and you innocently none the wiser. You had wanted to ask again if the drink was okay, but you knew better than to prod at the customers so with your tail between your legs, you scurry back behind the bar and kept your head down.

Every now and then you’d glance up towards the stranger, just to see if he was there or had moved on and to your both horror and surprise, his gaze was trained on you. The chills were back but still you sweated under the collar and he raised his glass to you, almost cockily and you felt your legs shake.

Half hour passes and you’re wiping down the bartop when Melv marches out of the kitchen, past you and surprisingly towards the man in the corner. You tried not to be nosey but as your feet carried you to the other side of the bar where you were now considerably closer to the pair, you were well within ear-shot of the conversation.

From what you heard, this man was bad business. Very bad. A Bounty Hunter. One would think that they were good and to a degree they were; help keeping some safe from trouble they’ve gotten into but then again… sometimes it’s the latter.

You couldn’t tell much of what was being said but you were not too surprised to hear that Melv was in some kind of trouble. Big trouble.

“I need those credits by tonight. I’m done waitin’ round for ya to get your head out of the ground.” His voice was low and very dangerous. Obviously, Melv owed him money but you decided to keep wondering rather than ask. After all, he would probably fire you on the spot.

Eventually they moved onto something else and something quite boring so you occupied yourself by cleaning the glasses but when Melv began to question the drink Cad was having, you had two pairs of eyes on you.

“Oi! Get here now!” The glass in your hand almost shattered in your grasp as you jumped at your boss's rumbling voice. Your eyes are wide, horrified but do as you say and make your way over to the men with your heart in your throat.

“Did you make Mr. Bane this drink?”

Mr Bane. Great. He hates it. He thinks it’s foul and did not have the balls to tell me. Fucking Bounty Hunters. Like before, you tuck your hands behind your back to hide your fidgeting fingers and you nodded, not having the nerve to speak as of yet.

“Did you not think that should be left to the professionals? The ones I bloody hired for the job?” Melv raises his voice and you grow embarrassed as you begin to notice that other patrons were looking at the exchange.

You shift and look at Melv and this ‘Bane’. “The droid told me to make it because it was busy… I, uh, probably didn’t follow the correct recipe.” You breathe out shakily and you lock eyes with the other man. “I’m sorry you didn’t like it.”

Cad says nothing. Instead, he looked at the agitated Besalisk who was throwing daggers at you with his eyes. “See Bane, this is why I need to get outta here. Can’t have fools like this one keep messing this place up.” He gauffers, shaking his head. “They’re just a dishwasher anyway.”

The Duros slowly nods his head and then gazes back at you. “Why are ya behind the bar if your job is in the kitchen?” His question is not rude, not that you’re aware but he sounded genuinely curious.

Awkwardly, you pointed a finger to Melv for a second. “He told me to.” It was true, wasn’t it?

“I didn’t tell you to serve-.”

“Yes you did!”

Your temper had now risen and you felt no shame in snapping at your boss. All he did was ridicule you and treat you like the bantha dung under his feet. “You told me to ‘get serving’ because your other staff went off. I had no other choice.” You huffed, chest heaving a little as your anger flared up but you knew straight away that you would be fired before the night is done.

“Apologise.” Cad says aloud. He’s looking at you again, eyes a little narrower than before but his posture was much stiff.

“I’m sorry for snapping-.”

“Not you. Him.” Cad cocks his head to the side and that’s when Melv began to stutter in complete bewilderment.

“Me?! For what?!”

Cads eyes moved to him as Melv crossed all four arms over his chest like a petulant child that just had his sweeties stolen off him. “For lyin’ and trying to embarrass them.” He says simply and you watch in awe as he pulls a toothpick from his pocket and plops it into his mouth.

“R-right, well I forgot that I said that,” he rubs the back of his scaly head nervously but growls literally at you, “but Cad, I will not have staff ruin your day with a bad drink!” He tries to insist but the Duros leaned forward a little and swiped up the glass and took yet another swig of it.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like the drink. In fact, I like it made better this way.”

Both you and Melv pulled the same face; complete and utter shock.

“Y-you do?”

“YOU DO?” Melv was beside himself at this point. He was sweating and oh so nervous. It felt brilliant.

Cad nods. “Yah, I do. You just started to run your damn mouth.” His voice has raised this time and you see Melv flinch as if something had pressed into his back. “Now apologise.”

Melv hesitated, licking his lips and catching his shaking breath before he looked at you with none short of resentment and muttered, “Sorry.”

“Do ya forgive ‘im?” Cad then questions you, eyes intense.

“Nothing to forgive.” Oddly enough, you felt more confident in yourself but largely due to this Cad Bane. You were not one to hold grudges and it seemed that Melv had enough on his plate already than have Cad, whatever he intended to do with him, to deal with.

“Good… good. Get goin’ Melv and remember what I said. I want ma damn money.” Melv tumbled out of the booth and splat onto the floor and that’s when you see the blaster that had been pointed to his back be tucked away into a holster.

You step aside to let Melv hurry back to the kitchen and that’s when you turn back to Bane to see him stand, towering over you quite literally with a hand lazily resting on his weapons belt. “Ya alrigh’?”

You felt your mouth run dry at this sudden closeness, unaware of how unusual it is for Cad to be ‘friendly’. “Uh, yeah. Thanks for that but I think I may have no job in the morning.” You say with a soft yet nervous laugh.

The Duros hums in little amusement. “Nah. He won’t fire ya.”

“Did you actually like the drink I made you? You don’t have to lie to me.” Your tone was sort of hopeful and you watched as he grabbed the drink and swilled the rest of it down his throat and handed the glass over to you.

“I liked it a lot. Best I’ve had since I’ve been comin’ ‘ere.” He’s honest with you and likes the way your face lit up at the compliment. In fact, he liked it a lot.

You’re just staring at him at this point and once he cocks his brow as if to say ‘what you looking at?‘, you tell him you should go and get back to work.

“Very well but word of advice?”

“Sure.”

A sudden wave of warm shoots through your body as Cad tucks a finger under your chin and tilts your head up ever so slightly with an irritatingly attractive smirk on his lips. “Stop bein’ shy and jeep this sweet face up. You’re good at ya job.”

You’re bright red and you know you can’t hide it from him. You wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel the warmth of your face radiating under his touch. “I’m n-not sure about that.”

“Well be sure of it.” He’s stern with his words, touch a little more tense than before but it soon softens as he continues to say, “I wanna see ya workin’ out front again. And I want ya to make me that drink again.”

Breathing softly in awe you nod your head slowly. “Of course, Mr.Bane.”

He pulls away from you and subtly tips the brim of his hat to you. “Just Cad will do fine, sweetie. When I come back I also hope to take ya out one night. If you’ll have me?”

Not only has he saved your rear from getting fired but he’s given you advice, defended you against your boss and liked the drink you made him - but he was now asking you on a possible date? How more crazy can this shift get?!

“I’ll have to think about it.” You smile teasingly and he loves it, strives for it.

“Keepin’ me on ma toes? Love to see it…” he moves past you, hand ever so gently brushing against your arm and you liked to think it was something intimate for him.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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