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Someone (Jango) forgot to tell Marana that it rains all the time on Kamino.

Wonderful art by my lovely friend @sanagii for my future fic entitled "Mercy" about my OC Marana and the Fetts.

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Stars Above! | Cad Bane

Chapter 14

Explicit: Semi-slow burn, gratuitous smut /pwp, canon-typical violence, mildly dubious consent, angst, Tatooine Slave Culture.

This chapter: Flashbacks / nightmares, whump, mild-medical procedure involving a needle/dispenser and sedatives.

Word count: 5.3k+

Notes: It only took me TWO YEARS TO UPDATE. SORRY ABOUT THAT. I promise that I will try to update more regularly from now on.

[ Ao3 ] - [ Masterpost ]

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“Supposin’ us bein’ partners don’ mean nothin’,” Bane flippantly offered. Though feeling despondent, he masked it well. The two men were a lot alike in that respect; Bane hardly knew what went on inside the Mando’s over-complicated mind.

“You’ve learned everything there is to know, Cad. And what you don’t know, you don’t want to learn, even if given the opportunity.”

“What’s dhat even mean,” the Duros asked bitingly, throwing down the butt of his cigarra on the cold, hard ground. The two began to make their way, Jango sighing under the beskar helmet that hid his face, Bane trudging along behind, albeit slowly; he was freezing.

Vandor was an icy planet, located in the Sloo Sector of the Mid Rim, currently home to a target that had made his home in Fort Ypso, a snowy village that lay sequestered in the foothills of the Iridium mountains, only crossable by bridge. The wooden planks groaned under their feet as the pair of hunters ventured onward, Slave I left beyond its borders so as not to attract attention and give the game away.

“It means you are stubborn,” Fett returned, his voice carrying over the blistering wind. “Perhaps it is time for you to branch out on your own; be your own man. I am beginning to think I cramp your style.”

The Duros sneered, offended in more ways than one, fangs chattering even though he wore specialized gear meant to curtail the cold from leeching through to his very bones. “Says de man who don’ know when te turn down a job; if Ah had nips, dhey’d already be frozen off.”

“You didn’t have to come with me,” Jango informed him, his joke lost on the dour man. He wasn’t in the mood for Bane’s attitude, much less his complaints.

“As fer style, Ah got plenty,  naht countin’ dhis ridiculous ‘fit ye’ made me wear.”

Bane frowned despite himself, feeling each minor movement of his facial muscles; they were stiff from the frigid temperature, the younger man desiring to find a place of warmth. At least his body glove was able to retain some heat, otherwise he was sure to succumb to this positively ridiculous weather within mere minutes, seconds.

“Fine; maybe Ah should leave ye te it dhen; wait in de ship, if yer so keen on gettin’ rid of me.”

Then, his sour expression deepened, Bane’s footfalls ceasing as he came to a full stop. “It’s ‘cause Ah don’ agree with ye, ain’t it.”

“It’s not your life, nor your decision,” the Mandalorian shot back without delay, unable to hide his bitterness. “I know what I want, even if you don’t.”

Bane braced himself, realizing this was about to become more personal than he had bargained for, Fett having never bothered to explain his motives. All Bane knew was he had won some contest, proving he was the best bounty hunter in all the galaxy—a title he assumed might one day rightfully be his.

Fett had trained him, after all. More than that; he had become his friend, his confidant. Bane might go so far as to think he even loved the man, though never voicing those sentiments out loud; he buried them, like everything else he felt.

Perhaps it was fear that kept him quiet. Fear, or maybe anxiety. They both lived in the same place—inside his chest. The chest that currently housed a heart beating furiously behind a wall of ribs, even as Bane reached out to touched Fett’s shoulder.

What he couldn’t understand was why he needed a million of himself; Jango would be tasked to train an army for an unknown benefactor, an army of clones.

The idea sent shivers down Bane’s scales. He understood there were credits to be made, and lots of them. But even so, this was a line Bane himself would never cross—playing God by ignoring ethics, by ignoring quandaries he thought might only come about in science labs. Not in the field; not in the relatively short life of a bounty hunter.

“Ah know what Ah want,” he muttered softly, “de one of ye.”

The Mando whisked around, batting his companion’s hand away. He could not see his face, but Fett’s annoyance easily radiated out beyond his suit of armor. He thought Bane would never understand his hatred for the Jedi; the duty he had assigned himself that consumed half his personality. “Come off it.”

Bane hesitated. The sky began to darken; he thought he had been to this place before.

“You’re a fool,”Fett’s voice, a low baritone, seeped into Bane’s ears, in turn causing the Duros to tremble. It was not out of the coldness of the weather, but the coldness of his words, that Bane’s body involuntarily shuddered, wide, red eyes blinking away flecks of snowflakes as they floated toward the ground; they were gossamer, each one intricate by its own design.

“But Fett-”

“Shut up,” the Mando cut him off. Something wasn’t right. Bane gazed around himself, even as Fett continued. “You really think I care about what you think?”

Bane stared at him, a wounded look taking over his already glum face. Even so, he thought to follow-up, wondering if he had said these words before. “Just dhat-”

Flames were birthed from blankets of white snow, shooting up as pillars of an all-consuming heat, Bane taking a step back as he watched the fire cast a shadow on Jango’s beskar helmet. Those little flecks, those tiny snowflakes, were now tendrils of hot ash, the icy ground nearby the bridge they stood on a carpet of dirt and soot.

“Ja-Jango?” Bane stuttered out; the man approached, deliberate, even as his voice rose in his anger.

“You are nothing to me, Cad. You are nothing.”

The fire blazed more luminous than a main-sequence star; the heavens were black as pitch and no sun shone; Bane heard another sound, this one the creak of weakening ropes as the Duros realized the bridge they stood upon was near to collapse. It was old, rickety, and the only way into town.

“You are not my friend, and you will never be my family,” Fett assured, his vehemence laced with mockery. The Mando laughed, dry, and borderline sadistic; it was out of character for him. Bane grimaced.

“Fett, we gotta go back!” Bane ignored his hurtful remarks, noticing the bridge was starting to sink and give beneath their weight and the onslaught of the flames. The youth would peer over the side, eyes set to broaden as he realized the mountain valley was now nothing but a pit of hellfire.

“You are weak; pathetic; worthless-”

“-stop it!”

“-just a frightened little boy.”

“Enough!” the Duros shouted; he could hear the panic in his voice. He cursed himself, wanting to be brave; wanting to prove to Fett that everything he said was erroneous, inaccurate – but he was right; Bane was frightened.

Suddenly, Bane had nothing below his feet, just a gaping hole and a river of bright flames. Fett was hovering; he had activated the thrusters of his jetpack; Bane aimed to do the same, pressing a button on his wrist gauntlet, except his boots wouldn’t fire; they sputtered and died out.

He kept on falling.

“Jango!” He heard his voice crack, Bane reaching out and up toward the Mando. The man only laughed that wry, cruel laugh, even as Bane fell to what he knew would be his death.

With hands grasping, arms flailing, and legs kicking erratically, Bane yelled one last time as his body was engulfed, swallowed by the void.

“Ah’m sorry!”

---

“Oh, no!” Todo 360 articulated. “I was afraid this might happen!” the droid verbalized in a mild state of panic. He began zooming around the room, peeking into cabinets and pulling out various tools, utensils, and medical implements. It appeared to Zulara that he might be looking for something in particular, so hurried were his movements in his haste.

“Can I help?” she asked quietly, though eager, not sure what was even wrong or what it was she would be looking for. The girl had been seated on the floor, tinkering with one of Bane’s fancy vambraces; it was sparking.

The girl glanced to the bacta pod where Cad Bane slumbered, but something was amiss; his eyelids twitched. She stood, then approached with caution, peering down into the coffin-like contrivance – that’s when she noticed.

The Duros trembled, the muscles of his face distorting into what looked like fear, then pain. His head shifted back and forth from side to side, though not awake. Zulara’s heart ached for the man.

“What’s wrong with him?” she asked, turning to stare at the frantic Todo. He was too busy in his search to hear her, muttering his many grievances and even a few expletives.

“Todo?” she asked again, the concern apparent in her voice. She stepped forward toward the little droid, tapping him gently on his tiny shoulder.

Todo whirled on her, having forgotten momentarily that she was even aboard the ship, Zulara noting she had startled him by the widening of his citrine eyes.

“Do not do that!” he proclaimed, immediately taking back up the search. Zulara’s lower lip quivered as she turned on her heel, refacing the injured man; he at least seemed calmer now, which Zulara pointed out.

“He’s stopped moving,” she whispered.

Todo zipped on by, a cool rush of air tickling her arm. He observed his master through the glass, a pane of two-inch thick transparisteel.

The droid sighed a human sigh, then rounded on his thrusters. He stared up at the girl, finally managing to find the time to give her a halfhearted story of some kind.

“When in the bacta pod, Bane’s subconscious is left totally unguarded! He is vulnerable to whatever it is his mind can conjure up, and I will have you know these things are not pleasant.”

“He had a nightmare,” Zulara stated, though the end of her phrase had a questioning lilt to it.

Todo nodded in assent, then added: “He has a lot of those, I am afraid.” He wondered if he should be telling all Bane’s secrets. Was this a secret? Nightmares were common among organics. He was unsure.

Zulara frowned at him, then looked down at her boots. She often had nightmares herself, a reoccurring one; the one where she was stripped from her mother’s arms by her drunken father; the one where she was ushered off like chattel into a life of slavery.

Her gaze returned to Todo once she had repressed that bit of sordid memory. “Will he be all right?” she questioned anxiously.

“You are humorous, human. Mister Bane has endured much worse. But I must find this pneumatic dispenser! It holds a sedative we may need; it is only a precaution.”

“You are going to sedate him?” Zulara asked, perplexed.

“Well, it is better than what Bane would do!” Todo scolded, continuing his rummaging. “I, for one, do not wish to suppress my memories, but in all likelihood Bane will hurt himself in this state, and he is already wounded.”

Zulara seemed confused. “What do you mean?”

Todo was becoming irritated. If this woman was not present, he could work in peace! Just who did Boba think he was, leaving her with him! Granted, she seemed to care about his master, but she was still a nuisance! Perhaps the droid was now beginning to understand why Bane called him that on limitless occasions - and when he meant well.

He started to have a change of heart, though his metal shell was empty besides his circuitry; his own thought process set him straight. Todo simply sighed again, though trying to be patient. “Mister Bane seems to think that libations will solve his problems. Why, ever since Boba Fett shot him in the head, he has never been the same!”

Zulara’s frown remained fixated, though deepening. She had heard this mentioned once before as they had dragged Bane inside his ship. Why would the man that had helped to rescue him want him dead instead? It made no sense. She thought to ask, but wondered if the droid would answer her.

Todo seemed two things: high-strung and untrusting, though Zulara’s interest was not self-serving, she was only curious. It was hard not to want to learn all she could about the Duros, his history, and those things that made him tick.

“What happened?” she finally managed, fingers trailing a path down the outside of the convex, transparent glass. “Boba would not tell me how he knew Bane,” she added, studying the curves and angles of the hunter’s face despite the mask he wore that fed him oxygen.

“Because then Boba would be admitting to attempted murder!” the incensed droid piped up, rounding on her. He was flustered by the question, and even more so aggravated by the answer he was about to give. Young Fett was a traitor and a deserter in his opinion; a fly-by-night, disreputable scoundrel to say the very least!

“When one commits to a job, or when one is given a home and specialized training - for free might I add – with only the expectancy of loyalty, and then for that person to defect, to try Mister Bane’s patience after all he did for him!”

Todo scoffed, turning back around. He opened up a lower cabinet, somehow sticking his large head inside, so his words were muffled. “To question his authority is one thing, but to shoot him?!” Todo’s voice was elevated, despite being dampened within the cupboard he was scouring. “Simply because you do not agree with his methods!?”

Zulara watched Todo’s metal chassis shift back and forth as his upper half continued with its plundering, tossing things haphazardly behind him. The girl would lift one leg, dodging something sharp that vibrated—a sonic scalpel? What did Cad Bane need that for?

Zulara bent down to pick it up; she switched it off. Her eyebrows furrowed as she thought about the head plate Bane always sported. “So, then Boba betrayed him? He shot him at point-blank range?”

Her thoughts drifted to the man whose comlink was in her pocket. The youthful face, the curly hair, the deep brown eyes – so soft and rich – she could not imagine him to be a killer, yet he was another bounty hunter. A bounty hunter like the Duros she had feelings for, the one who left her, the one who desired her dead for the sand she had thrown into his stark garnet eyes.

“Well, no,” Todo admitted. He had been there, after all, observing it all unfold. “There was a duel. It was a tie-” the little droid emerged to swivel toward her once again, “-but Boba cheated! A Mandalorian’s helmet is made of beskar! And while Boba is no Mandalorian, his -er- father was.”

Todo 360 made an irritated harumph. “A solitary clone should have been grateful to have Mister Bane mentor him! I know I  would be. Of course, he did owe Jango many favors, or so Mister Bane has said…”

His voice trailed off; Zulara realized something. It was no matter that this droid was comprised of ones and zeros, or its many servos. Something clicked inside her brain—Todo had no bolt, no way in which he was restrained. He loved his master, and to some extent, Cad Bane must love him.

She could only imagine this Fett harbored some kind of guilt, as well he should. If she ever saw him, if he ever commed her…yet it was not her business.

Zulara refocused her attention, “a pneumatic dispenser, no?” Her inquiry was soft, calming. Todo perceptibly unwound, as the organic’s voice was somehow soothing.

He was not used to women hanging around; he had only known those that Bane kept on retainer for one reason or another, namely Aurra Sing; she had not one gentle bone in her whole body. In fact, he might blame her for the way young Boba had turned out. While Mister Bane had a hand in it, it was not until he had been abandoned and thrown in prison thanks to the Palliduvan that his master had offered Fett his guidance.

“Yes,” the exhausted droid replied, returning to his work. He kept one eye on her, but he was thankful for the girl’s assistance, however wary. One could never be too careful.

---

“Boba?” Bane had heard the name, floating out in empty space, inside his mind, or spoken by a God. It lingered, the two syllables leeching their way into his cerebral cortex, even as pure darkness surrounded him, enveloping his cold flesh like a thickset, heavy blanket of unease.

His stomach lurched; he felt like throwing up. Instead, he sat upright and was faced with a nearly obscene brightness. Someone had unveiled the stars, but one shown more luminous than all the others; the one that warmed the desert planet he was now stationed on.

“Bane!”

The Duros’ eyes rolled to his left, spying within his hand a bottle of dark liquor, Bane ascertaining this might be the reason for his sickness; the empty feeling that tarried in his guts. But still, nothing was making sense.

Bane dropped the bottle, glancing up. Some distance away was a teenaged Boba Fett.

How many times would the kid shout his name in anger? How many times would he have to remember his father’s face when looking into his? That armor, that helmet – all a cruel reminder.

“You should have been there.”  That’s what the boy had said that fateful day.

Bane stood, gazing out. He was supposed to say something, words that had been repeated time and time again. The outcome would never be any different, he suspected, but the hunter was caught in a web of his own delusions. Maybe this time he could make it right; maybe this time Bane would not lose his self-respect or his dignity to a fourteen-year-old brat.

“Ah wouldn’ be so-” Bane’s voice dropped; he said the rest quietly and to himself, “-hasty now, boy…”

No. This wasn’t at all accurate. This had happened once before. Bane studied his surroundings, noting the placement of the buildings, a fire that burned in the distance, wisps of dark-colored smoke emanating in tight curls.

Fire.

There was a fire.

He had fallen.

Boba turned his head; Bane followed his lead, spying C-21 Highsinger and his faithful droid companion. Held prisoner in their grasp was a white-haired old man. The child - Fett’s offspring - demanded that he be released along with all the other hostages.

What hostages.

“Let them go, Bane.”

What had he done? He could not remember, the Duros craning his hat and head to stare down at both of his blue hands.

“This isn’t their fight anymore.”

Bane knit his brow in thought, his gaze returning to the boy. He took a new approach, or at least he thought. He was unsure, second-guessing, caught in a place that resembled reality, yet Bane was positive none of this was real.

“Yer daddy ain’t here, boy. Ah knowit. But ye gonna go ‘head an’ bite de hand dhat feeds?”

Bane took two steps forward, somehow knowing what came next. He had always wondered if there was some other way than this, something he could have done to change Fett’s mind. But in the end, he had it out for him; it was a part of history that could never be rewritten. Boba had got it in his head that Cad Bane was his enemy, and the sole executioner of the people here, as if he was the only one who was unscrupulous among those present.

“Yer gonna wind up poor, or dead, out on yer own – dhis galaxy is harsh. Ye think Jango was perfect? Ye think he wouldn’ do whateva’ it takes te get de job done?”

“Shut up! I am not my father!” Boba scolded beneath his helmet; Bane ground his teeth as he glared at him, his expression full of venom. Always such an impudent, brazen child.  He hated Jango then – all of them – and his clone army; his poor decision.

“No more innocent people are going to die, or be locked up, or live in fear,” Fett reiterated, brandishing a finger. It was ironic, all this talk, when Boba Fett was supposed to be a bounty hunter.

“Did ye ferget what profession ye’s in? We’re hunters, Boba. Unless ye ain’t one. Maybe yer just soft.”

A poor choice of words, considering the circumstances. Bane was sure he had only made things worse. He did not have the time to contemplate anything beyond that, for Bossk and Embo had arrived.

At least they were fairly trustworthy, the Kyuzo only second to Bane himself. Bossk knew how to take directions, even though he had connections, strong ones, to the Guild. Bane had thought, incorrectly, that they might back him up and take his side, but the blood that ran through Boba’s veins was a testament to his skill and to his mounting leadership, despite his age and stature.

Bane smiled a crooked smile. “Looks like yer lil’ insurrection has failed.”

Boba looked behind himself and to the others; Bane’s smile faltered. He glanced around as the thin shroud separating this world from the next shimmered and disjoined. He saw stars; realspace; a depthless abyss of nothing, like a curtain had been pulled back to reveal the stage, and he was the main character.

“I say we give the kid his shot,” he heard the Trandoshan rasp.

Bane dug his boots into the sandy earth. There was a suction pulling him, like a vacuum, toward a gaping hole that now stretched so wide the entire town was gone. The only thing that remained were the other hunters; Bossk and Embo had stood down, and Boba was rounding on him.

Bane realized they did not seem to be affected; it was like none of this was happening. He knew what he was supposed to say, as if only reciting his own name.

“So, dhat’s it – just ye and me dhen, Boba Fett.”

“I guess it is,”the boy would reply.

Their eyes met, or at least he thought they did. That damned bucket was in the way, Bane mentally cursing its utility – it’s why he hated them – it was a place to hide.

And kark the others; their loyalty was forfeit, Bane reminded of a most important lesson: he was alone, and he always had been. Always would be, save his droid for company.

A sharp wind picked up, yet Bane’s hat did not fly off—not yet. He fought with all his might against an invisible adversary, even as his fingers danced above one LL-30 BlasTech pistol. If he could only be a fraction faster, if he could only put this disgruntled adolescent in his rightful place, his anger, his heartache, his headaches—they all might vanish.

His quick draw was the cause of his notoriety. To be outdone - to lose to a snot-nosed kid - it would be an embarrassment, though highly understated. The only thing he had left to him was his reputation, and Fett was out to steal it from him, albeit fair and square. He couldn’t – wouldn’t – let that happen.

Bane pulled his weapon; he squeezed the trigger. Simultaneously, another shot was fired. Superheated plasma - imbued with an explosive quality - transferred kinetic and thermal force to the armor plating that lined his signature bolero.

It was not enough to stay the bolt; he felt a searing pain on the left side of his head, radiating across his brow and the upper part of his domed skull. He fell back flat, staring up at a now starless, barren sky. He was out of breath, and he thought this is where he ought to die.

Bane would close his eyes, legs stretched out and arms taut at his sides. He had no idea the outcome; that it had been a tie; that Boba Fett had saved himself from his demise by wearing that accursed beskar, yet the young hunter’s aim had not betrayed him.

“Mister Bane!” he would hear his droid call aloud in a worried tone. He had repeated it three times now, though the Duros found he could not move. The only thing he could perceive in this state was a scathing ache; an excruciating, endless throbbing, right where the bolt made contact with his hat and ricocheted.

The plasma had been so hot, so volatile, it had dissolved his scales clean off and scorched him to the bone—the durasteel panel had dented inward before his hat rebounded off his head and fluttered to the ground, molten metal boring easily through flesh and osseous tissue, slowed only partially.

Tears welled behind shut eyelids, as in that moment, he wished the boy had killed him.

---

Zulara, hours later, had traversed Mos Eisley’s streets. She had been looking for something, something good to eat. While she was not hungry, she imagined Bane would be the moment he awoke. The girl had not strayed far in her search for the right ingredients.

She aimed to concoct a Twi’lek dish, though she would modify it. Her palette did not enjoy the fungi that accompanied the rycrit meat. She would add carrots and potatoes, along with various other root vegetables, to cook a hearty stew, a thing to keep Bane’s strength up and paid for with her own meager credits.

Todo had confirmed there was nothing much edible aboard Bane’s ship; she had found out shortly that its name was the Justifier; curious, though she would not mention it. Once they had found the lost dispenser, Zulara made it her new objective to prepare a home-cooked meal for the healing Duros. Perhaps he would be appreciative and would not mind that she was here, doing her best to look out for him.

To think, she could still be napping in Ohnaka’s arms if Fett had not sounded the alarm. It was something more complicated than a mere regret; she did not feel that way. In fact, it pleased her. It had scratched an itch Cad Bane had left behind. Still, she had been hurt, a stupid thing, as the youth had asked how long she had known this man; her answer proved unsatisfactory, even to herself.

Why? Why care? As if his attempt to free her was not enough, though Bane had made her feel things she had never felt before. Maybe Zulara has naïve, a woman with no sense, but what sense could she have considering her circumstances? Some might call it a learning curve, though that did not mean she was not harboring intelligence.  In this case, she was thinking with her heart and not her head, but she could not help it; all she cared for was Bane’s good health.

Zulara absentmindedly stirred a pot; it was something she had located in a cabinet by the conservator. It barely appeared used; she wondered if Bane ever liked to cook, or if his starship had come equipped with those things he needed, whether utilized or not.

Once the rycrit stew was at a simmer, she lowered its heat setting and placed a lid on top of it. With this accomplished, she thought to find Todo and pose another question: where was there a workroom, a space with tools? She had it in her mind to fix Bane’s gauntlet, wanting to feel useful.

Now, just where had that droid gone off to?

---

Glowing embers of crimson red bothered to open up again as Cad’s body began to move of its own volition.

No – it was the wind, that suction. It had gained momentum; it was stronger, rolling him like a tumbleweed toward the open maw of nothing!

The hat went first, vanishing beyond the veil. Bane grimaced as he dug his fingers into the pliant earth. There was no stopping it, head pounding as his legs thrashed violently. He was like a fish out of water, surrounded by only grit and sand. Death, once more, seemed imminent.

The Duros panicked.

---

Zulara heard a crash, like something falling. She rushed back to where Bane rested, Todo’s mental state in a disarray as he had dropped something. Her eyes traveled toward the pod; Bane was seizing. The girl would gasp as she ran for the tank at lightspeed.

It wasn’t that the droid was clumsy, he had simply moved too quickly. Seeing his master at the mercy of his nightmares had drawn out all his worry; it must have been preprogrammed, but by who was an unsolved mystery—unless it was Vertseth Automata. Surely, Bane would have preferred a model with more strengths than weaknesses, but he had his purpose. Currently, it was to act as nurse, though he was not one; he had been built for techo-service.

By the time Todo arrived, Zulara had already pried open the bacta pod. Bane was coughing, sputtering, even while unconscious. The girl tried lifting him, cupping his upper back as he broached the surface; the sticky gel still held him, her face strained with the effort, though Zulara kept him aloft, fighting the weakness of her arms—Bane was too heavy for her alone.

“Todo, do something!” she pleaded, though she needn’t ask. The droid had readied the dispenser that housed the sedative mid-dash.

“I am sorry, Bane, but this will only hurt a moment!” he said in warning, still somehow afraid of incurring his master’s wrath, no matter that he was incapacitated. He aligned the needle and pressed with all his might; the medicine was injected directly into the site; it would disperse and travel throughout his bloodstream, suppressing his dark memories to the best of its ability.

Todo sighed, dropping his hand and arm. He let the empty dispenser fall onto the floor. Bane had noticeably relaxed; his breathing evened out. Zulara finally felt convinced enough to lie him back down within the healing gel.

“Is-is that it? Will he settle now?” the girl asked fretfully, adjusting Bane’s breathing mask for him; it had become somewhat crooked.

“I do believe so, yes,” Todo stated, though his confidence was shaken. He backed up a foot to let her work, watching how Zulara tended to his master carefully.

It was then Todo wobbled on his axis, believing himself to be tuckered out. For a droid to feel this way was like when organics suffered from lack of sleep. He could not remember the last time he had plugged in, knowing that his power supply was finally dwindling. “I do not feel so good,” he reluctantly admitted.

“What?” Zulara appeared alarmed, turning now upon the droid. He placed his feet down on the ground - too much time spent hovering was another drain on his internal generator – knowing he had only a few minutes left.

“It is not..hi..ng…to worry a..bo..ut,” Todo’s speech came out garbled and slowed down, “I am in need of a re..ch..ar..ge…There is a sta..tion…do..wn the ha.ll.”

Bane’s companion’s eyes flickered, like two glowing yellow fireflies, flashing her at intervals. What would she do without him? What if Bane woke up again? She ran to his aid as he began a make his way, albeit awkwardly.

“You can’t leave me! What if the tank malfunctions, or what if Bane has another nightmare!” Zulara begged of him.

“Bane will most likely be remain un..con..scious for se..veral hours n..ow,” he tried to reassure, his tiny, robotic hands trailing the wall to his right side; his eyesight was no longer reliable, and he had to feel for it: the door that would lead him to his charging bay where he would gladly sit and wait to be replenished. “Do not wor..ry, he is safe. You can always ca..ll… Bo…ba.” He could not believe he was saying this.

“Are you sure? But I don’t want to call him!” Zulara argued, watching as Todo ambulated toward another room. It was the place with all their tools, the one she had been searching for. Todo had nearly made it to his recharge station when he stopped dead.

“Todo?” Zulara whimpered.

There was no response; he had lost all power.

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The Confusion

Cad Bane X she/her able-bodied reader

Beta read by the amazing @queenquazar

CN street clothes on bed, blood, fantasies of violence against a loved one, painfully bad communication skills a la toxic masculinity Bane, food, mentions of not eating enough, mentions of food insecurity and poverty trauma, fear of getting murdered and attacked, firmely saying no to the sexual assault tropes but characters vaguely think about this as something happening and existing in the galaxy, guns and gunfight, mentions of sex, fighting, more blood, injury, the bounty hunters know how to tussle, homicidal droid, general note about trandoshans and hutts being antisemitic stereotypes

8k words

Masterlist

You woke up, once again, to the humming sounds of a spaceship. Surprised, you looked around, checked yourself and tried to recollect how you got here.

You were in a bunk - Bane’s bunk?!

Kriff. Okay.

You were still in your clothes, yet barefoot with a huge bacta patch on your neck.

The bite! The memory of Bane rushing at you with gleamy, hungry, predatory eyes and then him with blood - your blood - running down his chin from his barred fangs flashed before your eyes.

That ass of a bantha.

If you could get your hands on him you would - you stopped, remembering how he always towered above you with red eyes, sharp teeth and terrifying strength in his lanky body.

You grimaced.

Your options about what you could do with your hands alone were rather limited in regards to Cad.

Bane.

 You meant Bane. Not sure you two were still on a first name basis after everything.

You rolled over and screamed your frustrations into the pillow before turning again and taking a few calming deep breaths.

What a mess.

When you were younger you remembered dreaming about someone stepping into your world and changing your life. Now, as it happened, you felt nothing but anger and annoyance for being taken away from your everyday comforts and safety, your home, your income - your life. Yes, anger was good. It was better than the disturbing feeling of powerlessness creeping up in your belly. Rage felt better than resignation.

You got up.

Time to deal with this. Time to tackle the zillo beast. Grab the Zabrack by the horns. Stare the Duro in the Eyes.

What was it now? Another kidnapping? Another mildly veiled threat? Another day without caf and the morning news holos..

Remember - anger, missing caf with a passion.

The outside of the bunkroom was calm. Quickly, you moved around the ship into the cockpit. You needed to know where you are and how you got here. The cockpit was a great place to start with the first.

The dim little area was illuminated with its usual lights from the buttons and screens. You halted in your steps. Through the viewport in front of you, Nar Shaddaa, the smuggler's moon, could be seen. The sight of a fully urbanized celestial body still seemed implausible, a view you struggled with after seeing it before.

Someone knocked.

You turned around, anticipating Bane or another attacker, kidnapper or other bane on your existence but instead it was TODO 360, the droid. A different kind of bane.

“Master Bane instructed me to let you rest and ensure your well-being.” He squeaked, “I had objected about taking up the tasks of a nanny droid. But master Bane insisted on you being more comfortable with a droid than him due to your incapacitated state. I’m glad this is over, for now I can return to my more important duties.”

You raised an eyebrow. 

“I am sure I was not much of a hassle while I was out,” you deadpanned.

“You don't sleepwalk. I heard some of your species do that,” TODO continued. “I would have used a stun shot on you if you’d done that.”

Your mouth went dry. A thinly veiled threat kind of day it was then.

“Well, I feel so cared for by you. Thanks. Where is Bane?”

“Master Bane is doing some maintenance on the hyperengine generator.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I am sure Master Bane will be most pleased with you being helpful while keeping me safe.”

The droid stared at you before turning around leaving you alone without any more words. Maybe his memory storages were overflowing with his artificial adoration for Bane and he had no capacity for being nice to you.

You took one last look at the magnificent sight of Nar Shaddaa. It was breathtaking, helping you to calm your confused thoughts and ground yourself in the here and now. You were one little human in this inconceivably big galaxy full of wonders and horrors like the populated moon before your eyes. You would deal with whatever awaited you however you could, taking it in stride instead of panic. It was all you had left now, anyways as you headed down deeper into the ship.

The engine room was a space you had never visited before during your previous  encounters with Bane. It simply wasn’t where one naturally gravitated to when looking for a space to fuck. So it took you a few moments to find it, wandering around the ship and past places where Bane had bent you over, or against, or pushed you down before.

You shook your head. This wasn’t the moment to think about what you had done to each other. How he tasted. That gruff sound he made when he came. Or, how it had felt when-

“You’re awake.”

Banes' curt greeting snapped you back into reality and you turned around. He was shirtless, marked in grime from working on the engine, a handful of tools in his hands with his discarded shirt lying on the floor. Stars, he looked good as he stared down on you, the hat making him appear even taller.

“I ‘ad started to worry about ya’ dying on me due to blood loss. Took you a long time to get up.”

Still as caring as always then.

“Well, I’m alive.” You managed to reply. The machine oil on his dark blue skin glinted distractingly.

He nodded.

You shifted awkwardly, suddenly not feeling angry or annoyed, but hyper aware of how out of your element you were.

Bane cleared his throat.

“There is some caf powder upstairs,” Bane said,his raspy voice felt liberating from the oppressive silence. “Take a sonic and some of ma’ clothes. I’ll just finish up here.”

You grimaced.

“Do I look that shitty?”

“No. That’s not-” Bane stopped.

Both of you stared at each other.

His red eyes burned into your skin and you felt yourself getting hot under his heavy gaze.

“Sonic sounds good,” you huffed, stepping away.

He hummed and your eyes fell onto his chest again, drawn in by the deep vibrating timbre.

You remembered being pressed against a wall by that chest, scratching over it in excitement, tracing the ink and scars on it before falling asleep.

Firmly, you turned around and marched to the refresher while collecting a few pieces of clothing on the way.

The door of the refresher unit slammed behind you, as if you did not put thin plastisteel between you and the rest of the world, but solid granite scratching over the floor.

Alone, you closed your eyes and leaned against the door.

Everything on this ship reminded you of him and of the lovely little trysts you had. Bane pushed you away, though, then caused you to get kidnapped.

You wanted to forget those delicious memories, wanted to be angry for what his presence had brought to your life.

And you were.

Void, you would hammer against his pretty blue grime covered chest first chance you got with your little fists if that would help. But it didn’t.

You stripped out of your clothes and turned on the sonic, washing yourself mechanically. What you needed was regaining control over your life. Not some fantasies about a man you once thought of saving you. And you would start conquering back control now.

XXX

Bane bared his teeth at the engine. He heard her steps,the movement of clothes around her body, as he continued his work. He had kriffed up again. He wanted to be considerate, show her he wanted her to be fine and well after everything he’d caused her. But instead, he made her even more uncomfortable than she was. Her lost gaze roaming over his body as in wonder if he would expect some kind of payback for his service. He shook his head in disgust. Bane remembered being powerless and lost, at the mercy of others. He had been kicked down most of his life. Which is exactly why he became who he was now. He would be damned to do that to her.

But his rough attitude helped little when he tried -and failed at- comforting her. Maybe at least keeping her safe and well, would make up for everything. Maybe the hot sonic would alleviate some of her stress, run down her body, her back, her ass, the back of her legs as she closed her eyes and-

He hissed as he accidentally cut himself on the sharp fan blades of the cooling system.

Great. 

He needed to avoid thinking about her that way.

“TODO!”

The droid trotted around the corner. “Yes, master Bane?”

“Finish up here. It needs to be patched up again.”

The droid nearly pranced at the outlook of doing the work of a techno service droid for once.

“I will not let you down, master Bane! It will be done in no time. I will-”

“Yes.” The Duros hissed and patted the little droid absentmindly on the head. Maybe he should return to the Twi’lek technician and tweak TODO’s personality as she recommended. Maybe seeing her friend again could cheer up the lil’ lady.

“Oh,” Todo sighed. Bane looked down, noticing his head on the droid's head. If TODO could blush, Bane was sure the droid would.

Bane lifted his hand.

For once in his silicone based life, the droid stayed silent without being told to - just staring up  with his big, loyal, visual sensors.

“Gotta go,” the bounty hunter growled.

Upstairs in the little kitchen area, he disinfected the cut on his hand. It was minor but in his line of work, he needed his hands to be in healthy condition. A wound infection, even a small one, could get dangerous when on the hunt.

While waiting for her to finish in the refresher unit he cleaned himself up at the kitchen sink and got a fresh shirt before making caf. She had looked tired. And, if he remembered correctly, she enjoyed a good cup of the warm liquid before work. Not that something like “morning” existed up in orbit where time became an abstract.

The door to the refresher unit hissed open. Bane closed his eyes with her smell, now faint, covered by the scent of the soap, allured him as always. He opened his eyes again as he heard the fabric around her ruffle and rustle around her hips as she stepped into the kitchen.

“Sorry, I didn’t want you to keep you waiting,” she muttered.

He was willing to wait for her years if needed be. But he could hardly say that.

Instead, he just nodded.

“I made caf,” he grumbled, passing her a cup.

“Thanks.”

She leaned against the kitchen counter in front of him and pursed her cute little lips to blow over the hot caf to cool it.

Bane wanted to kiss those lips and feel her breath on him again.

Instead he took a sip from his cup and nearly burned himself.

“How are you feeling?” Cad grit out, ignoring the pain of the burn.

She halted her movements.

“Better.”

“Good.”

They both sipped from their cups, only the clanking sounds of TODO working down in the ship breaking the awkward silence. In all his years as a bounty hunter Bane never felt so tense about saying something wrong. Why was this so hard?

She took another sip from her cup, him mirroring her action.

Shit, speak!

He opened his mouth and closed it. What was he supposed to say? He’d rather walk through the tatooine sea of dunes instead of feeling this clueless.

She stared at him expectantly, looking so good in his shirt.

Looking so angry at him. He closed his mouth.

“Do I get anything after getting abducted, insulted, and attacked due to you?” she asked. “Do I get anything after being attacked by you?”

His mind went blank with her eyes gleaming at him, the rage simmering below her irises. How was he supposed to fix this?

Frustrated, she slammed down her cup and turned around to leave.

“Good talk,” she hissed.

Kriff.

XXX

You marched into Cad’s little bunk room to calm down.

Bane, not Cad.

Getting rescued like a stray tooka was a surprisingly positive turn. But he was aloof, laconic and confusing. It drove you mad.

Quackling of a man.

Why did he bother to save you if he was going to turn around and ignore you? What was the point? You stalked around the little space, massaging your temples while hating the confusion raging in yourself. Since you came aboard his ship, he had kept his distance, always making sure to leave an arms length between you and him, even tasking TODO to care for you instead of doing it himself. If it was out of consideration, you very much appreciated it as a polite and charming gesture. But knowing Bane and how he had broken off, it was because he wanted that distance. You were nothing but an ex-lover to him. Most likely he saved you out of convenience, hurt ego or maybe a smidge of guilt. The Duros was a loner - prideful and uncommunicative, not even bothering to tell you why you were here.

Maybe he just saved you to use you for information. What else could he gain from you now?

You choked on your next breath.

What if he throws you out of the air lock as soon as you lose whatever value you held for him?

As sob escaped your mouth. Your hands catching any other sound of weakness you couldn’t afford right now. Apparently you survived the sarlacc pit only to die in the dune sea. 

You looked around for an escape.

On the crate with Banes stuff was a holopad. Maybe he had forgotten it there. You had to find something about Duro’s anatomy or this ship or TODO or anything that could help you escape.

You turned on the holopad and established a holonet connection.

Nervously you drummed on the frame with your fingers before typing in Cad Bane’s name.

Back at home on Trask you had avoided doing this. Who could blame you? Now, you stared at countless entries. A barrage of red flags you were not sure what to do with.

Dank Ferrik.

Fascinated and scared, you scrolled through a few articles.

“Bane, the Bane of the Underworld.”

“Infamous Bounty Hunter Cad Bane Terrorizes Galactic Senate!”

“Some have a bone to pick with him, others want to bone him - Cad Bane and 8 things we know about the mysterious dashing gunslinger”

“Jedi Killer on the Loose”

For a split second you considered reading the article about the mysterious dashing gunslinger, your mind trying to find comfort in the absurd before turning serious again. Luna had been adamant about Cad Bane being dangerous and a Jedi Killer. And back then, in the safety of your house, you had pushed her concerns aside. Now, heavily reliant on ‘the Bane of the Underworld’ and hoping he wouldn’t kill you at his first convenience, you had to reconsider. You turned off the holopad and leaned back to fight back the rising panic.

Those articles made it very clear that Bane was not just any bounty hunter. He was a dangerous individual to be around. Memories of him on Nar Shaddaa and other bounty hunters like him flashed before your eyes. Instinctually you reached for the bacta patch on your neck with your hands.

Those hands - you had fought too. And you had set fire to the cantina, possibly hurting and killing everyone inside. Nausea threatened to rise up in your throat. You took a deep calming breath. It was self-defense! And Cad, probably had reasons too-

Kraytspit. Bane! His name was Bane.

You froze, feeling the cold wetness of your tears only after they had trailed down your face. No pushing aside all the pain and fears, no rational, no thoughts, no words.

What was even left to say.

XXX

TODO had finished the repairs about an hour ago and was running tests to ensure the ship's safe operation. Soon, Bane would be forced to make a decision. Where would he go from here?

No, they.

It was two of them now, only the lady had appeared to be less delighted to share air with him.

He bared his teeth.

Damn woman.

What was he supposed to say? That he was sorry for everything that happened to her? That he did not want her to be harmed and that he would make sure she would be safe? And that he really had missed her, so much so that he honestly considered how he felt about somebody else except himself for once? He growled in frustration.

He should have said all that.

He re-adjusted his hat and leaned back into the pilot seat. Maybe he would tell her that - later. It wasn’t his fault she had marched out of the kitchen like a furious tooka. When she wasn’t sulking and angry and - Bane cocked his head, his sharp Duros hearing picked her up, silently sobbing, trying to muffle the sound.

The corners of his mouth twisted downwards.

Damn woman.

Damn smart, witty and oh so kriffing beautiful woman.

He really could not stand her being in pain. With a sigh, he got up and followed the sound.

He found her sitting on his bunk with her knees pressed to her body and her arms hugging around her legs. She stared at the wall with fearful, teary eyes.

He knocked at the door frame.

Startled, she jumped up, quickly recovering and putting up a neutral face.

“Can I come in?” He rasped.

“It’s your ship.”, she managed with a nearly steady voice.

“That’s not an answer.”

They stared at each other, Cad unsure of what to say. His eyes wandered down to the holopad, a photo of him below a headline he couldn’t read.

“You looked me up.”

“Yes.”

“It scared you.”

She nodded weakly.

Wordless he slowly moved in and settled next to her, close enough to talk but far enough to give her space and leave at any moment if she wanted.

He leaned forward onto his knees, the silence thickening the recycled air. He summoned all his courage.

“I cannot remember having a’ honest conversation with anyone since I was a hatchling,” he offered quietly.

She turned her head and looked at him as he continued.

“At this point, I don’t really know how to have one.” He practiced those words to himself moments ago, yet each syllable had to be forced out just to be whispered. “I am sorry for everything that happened to ya’. It wasn’t my intention to cause you harm.”

She hummed and looked up in the air as if thinking.

“This shit is kriffed up,” she finally said. “I can’t believe that a semi-regular cantina hook-up got me into this.”

She looked at him with the same look bounties had given him before.

“Will you kill me?”

He couldn’t help but stare at her in surprise. He was Cad Bane. Infamous bounty hunter and best one in the galaxy. A murderer for hire. He had done heinous things, spilled so much blood he would have been able to drown in it.

But harming her? 

Not considering his every move just not to spook her? Hearing her sob?

“Never,” he admitted.

She lowered her legs from the bunk and turned her full body towards him, “It's a bit hard to believe. Is it a trick?”

“If it would be a trick, I’d hardly tell ya’,” he argued with a low rumble in his voice.

She smiled, a sad smile on those pretty lips.

He wanted to reach over to her to hold her, keep her safe from all that scared her and show her how little she had to fear from him.

He did nothing.

“I am sorry for losing my patience in the kitchen,” she said, breaking the silence. “It's all a bit much.”

“Ya’ did surprisingly well for a beginner. Saw the arson,”He nodded approvingly, happy to move into more familiar waters.

Her nervous smile turned genuine. 

Good.

“Can I ask you a question?” Her voice was steady, not angry or teary anymore.

He nodded.

“What’s with the bite?”

He regretted agreeing to the question. 

“Lil’ lady, you really cut right down to it.” He considered his next words carefully, grimacing. “Crossed ya’ path by accident on Nar Shaddaa and it struck me as odd to see ya there. So, I followed a bit. Ya’ seemed to be doing just fine and I was about to leave as I heard Bossk, Aurra and Boba talk about ya. I figured it would be in both our interests if they didn’t catch you; so, I got to you first. I had to rely on my duro’s hunting instincts for that. They got the better of me for a moment.”

“Wait. You stalked me? Like prey?”

His mouth went dry and he tilted his head, the brim of his hat exaggerating the movement.

“Another question,” She declared, “What now? Unless you change your mind about throwing me out of the airlock, I imagine you don’t want your one night stand to stick around forever.”

Yes, I would very much like that.

“We need to figure out why they were searching for me,” He replied instead. “Same thing could happen to ya’ again, otherwise. After that, I can get you to any place in the galaxy. Whatever ya’ want, lil lady.”

“Really?”

“Really. If I wanted to force you to stay here on this ship, I would lock you up in the holding cell. But ya’ run around as you please, right?”

She considered his words.

“Right,” she finally admitted, dragging the word unwillingly along.

Relief washed over him as if he had managed another senate hostage situation or broke into the Jedi temple a second time. She hadn’t cried again because of him. And she had stopped staring at him like a tooka seeing a massif for the first time.

Maybe he was a doomed man for caring about that.

X

They settled on Tatooine as their next destination. If one could talk about a “they”. It would be a few days until they arrived on the desert planet where Cad Bane planned on fixing this mess with Jabba the Hutt. Apparently, Cad had worked for Jabba a few times, counting on his former employer to have enough patience to explain why the Hutt Clan collectively placed a bounty on him. You shrugged off what sounded like a suggestion. Intergalactic criminal politics weren't your cup of tihaar and you knew too little to object, nor did you feel you had any actual say in the matter.

Traveling with Cad was uneventful.

Bane - traveling with Bane was uneventful. 

Bane kept to the cockpit, even sleeping there while you mostly stayed in the bunkroom he had retreated from. You avoided meeting the Duros, still unsure of what to make of this situation and if you had any chance to survive it.

At least he fed you. 

You hadn’t quite figured out why, but the value you had was enough for him to spare some rations, keep you free to roam the ship, and not object as you borrowed his clothes or used his holopad.

“You need to finish the ration pack,” he growled from across you during meal time, one of the few situations you did see each other. “You did not finish the last one, either.”

Without any joy you poked around the rehydrated nuna and beans meal, searching for your will to finish it.

“If ya’ keep eating morsels, ya will lose strength,'' he added.Bane had finished his portion, always eating with a gusto and speed as if starved and someone could steal his plate at any second.

“I’m not particularly hungry, maybe I can finish it later,” you explained, puttingt down the cutlery.

Bane hissed in disapproval. “Later, there will be more for ya’ to eat.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Will I need my strength for anything in particular? Are you preparing me for something? ”

He crossed his lanky arms in front of his body.

“I did not save ya’ only to watch ya’ waste yourself away. We are traveling to Tatooine and not back to Trask. Y’a need every bit of energy ya’ can get. Planet ‘s harsh.”

You grimaced, looking at the unappetizing meal in front of you.

“Listen,” he continued, “I’m not traveling with a woman for a few days only to have her collapse first thing after gettin’ off ma’ ship.”

“Yeah, what would the people think?” She questioned sarcastically. “Someone harmed on Cad Bane’s ship? The scandal!”

“Funny,” he hissed, ”It’s as if you know what I do for a living.”

“I have my moments. Life’s too short to waste them.” You crossed your arms, mirroring his pose.

“If you won’t finish the food, I will,”he hissed, already reaching over the table as he returned to his original point.

“How nice of you to ask and wait for my answer,” you hit back, annoyed about being lectured by what felt like your second kidnapper.

“Better than wait and waste food like you do.” Bane glared back at you, while finishing your meal in record speed.

“There wasn't even that much left. Why do you care?”

“Hate throwing away food.”

You studied Bane as he finished your portion. Despite finally knowing what he did for work and spending quite some time together now, you hardly knew anything about him. It was one thing to know what face they made when cuming, but another thing to know what they liked and where they came from. And one of those things was significantly overestimated as ‘personal’.

You figured you’d dare to ask.

“Why do you hate throwing away food?”

Bane put down the bowl, meticulously empty from scratching out even the tiniest amount of food, and looked at you.

“I know what it's like to be hungry, so I hate throwing away food. It’s a luxury to be fed regularly, to have a choice, what and when ya’ eat, lady.” Hee paused, his eyes strangely unfocused for a moment, as if in thought before continuing softly, “Next time, finish ya’ meal. Yes?”

You nodded as he got up to clear the table to retreat back to the cockpit. Bane shared something with you he clearly valued a lot.

“Yes,” you rasped before he left.

X

You started to tiptoe more around the ship, venturing from the security of the bunkroom. There was little to do except for lounging around, reading or watching holos. So, you started pitching in with chores. It wasn’t that different from running a cantina and better than being bored.

There were food and drinks to worry about - meals for Cad and you, energy recharges for TODO, the occasional sip of water for the hydroculture plants in the ship's air filtering system.

Things to repair or keep clean - at one point when looking for a clean shirt you found a stash of old clothes and started tailoring them to your own needs while waiting for the sonic cleaner to finish.

Unpleasant beings to be around yet had to be endured - TODO, mostly TODO. The little droid managed to give you the dirtiest looks despite relying solely on a pair of sensory units for it.

“Is that master Bane’s jacket?” TODO enquired with an oddly sour tone for a droid.

“I found it broken, I repaired it,” you answered while going through the collection of meal kits.

“I see.”

You looked up.

The droid was still standing in front of you, silently staring at you.

“Anything I can help with, TODO?”

The droid blinked.

“I was ordered by Master Bane to inform you that we will reach Tatooine soon. You are hereby informed.”

You waited for the droid to say something more or leave.

“Thank you, TODO. You can leave now.” you replied as nothing came of the droid.

“I’m glad you will leave soon too.” The droid declared and waddled away.

You grimaced.

The menacing little companion stoked your fears you had managed to keep down by occupying yourself. Yet, he was right. You would leave soon, still not entirely sure if you’d make it out unharmed.

Swallowing down that possibility, you picked the most delicious sounding meal kit.

Yes, raid your possible attackers fridge. Make it count.

You fished out an interesting sounding soup as Cad strode in.

BANE! By the glaciers of Hoth, Bane.

He nodded as a greeting, his hat as always accentuating the movement before grabbing his own meal and starting to rehydrate it.

“Ya’ ever been to Tatooine before?” He asked in his usual growling low voice.

“No. I haven’t traveled much. Not everyone has a ship or can pilot.” You got out the cutlery, set the table and sat down to wait for Bane to finish with his food.

He growled, “Should have told me before. Could have shown ya’ how to fly The Justifier past rotations.”

Puzzled, you reached for the bowl he handed you. Why teach a hostage how to get away?

“Thanks.”

They started eating. Despite your best efforts, you didn’t manage.

Banehissed in disapproval, finished with eating in the blink of an eye, as always.

“These are Duros portions. Not human portions.” You felt defended yourself from his hot red glare as he reached over the table in familiar fashion for your bowl, “Also, how do you eat so fast?“

“Habit.”

“That is the most not-informing-answer. Obviously it’s a habit.”

He put down the bowl, slowly blinking through his glare

“Yeah? Want me to tell ya’ a story about ma’ harsh childhood with lots of siblings on a poor Durese satellite city where food was scarce and ya’ hadda’ eat quickly before someone stronger could snatch it away?”

“Yes, tell me about that.”

“I just did.”

You swallowed your remark, exhaling a soft.

“Oh,” your voice flat and deflated. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Better than coming from Trask.”

“Hey! I’m not from there. I’m from Naboo. I kind of accidentally ended up on Trask- and it’s not that bad!”

“Yeah,” the Duros snorted. “If ya’ like fish, sailors, and sailors who smell like fish.”

“Don’t be mean. It’s a job. I’m sure bounty hunting is not that appetizing at times either.”

He paused.

“Gotta point there, lady.” He reached behind his back and drew a blaster, laying it flat on the table.

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. This was it. This was the end. You had outlived your usefulness for Bane and now you would die.

“I know ya’ can use that ol’ blaster ya’ had back on Trask, but can ya’ use these?”

You blinked.

“Loth cat got ya’ tongue?”

“Uhm,” you swallowed. “Not sure. They look fancy. Never had one like these in my hands.”

“Of course ya’ haven’t. They’re custom. I got nothing else lying around that would fit ya’ otherwise. I can’t have ya’ run around with a heavy rifle ya’ can hardly carry, but also can’t have ya’ unarmed on Tatooine.”

Your head spun around to pull out at least one useful thought as you reached for the pistol. It was heavy and violent, yet scary and beautiful.

“Don’t lose it. The LL-30 is part of a pair.”

“I-, I am not planning to,” you managed to speak.

“Good. Or I’m having ya’ neck otherwise.”

You gulped as he rose from the chair.

“Gear up and get ready for landing. Tatooine is business.”

Tatooine was in fact business. But not for you. Cad landed the ship outside of Moss Eisley, one of the bigger settlements on the planet, showed you how to use the LL-30, and tasked you to guard the ship and TODO.

As fascinating as it had been to watch the ship approach the planet, it was now inadvertently boring to stare into the dusty horizon. You wondered why you had to gear up, dressed in long sleeved and covering clothes to shield from the sun, when all you did was sit around in the ship's shadow.

“Anything on the comms?” you called into the ship.

“Master Bane has not contacted me. I am instructed to inform you and follow your commands when I receive news.”

You raised an eyebrow. You could order TODO around - no wonder the droid sounded even more pissed than usual.

Instead of getting on the droid's synthetic nerves, you opted for a little stroll around the ship. It was a short-lived pleasure. As soon as you left the shadow, you felt like every bit of strength burned out of you. Maybe you needed a hat too for a bit of shade? Or something similar to the tusken’s traditional head coverings for your head. Obviously, unlike you, the local sentient population was clever enough to dress for the doubly sunny occasion.

Bored and sweaty, you retreated back into the shadows and took a seat on the little stairs leading into the ship.

If you wanted to run away, this was your chance. But looking at the endless dunes in the oppressive heat, and having TODO behind you, right next to the controls of The Justifier’s canons, you quickly discarded the idea.

Maybe this was okay?

Maybe you could slip away in a more survivable environment later. Or maybe Cad did plan on letting you go at some point. He had been …nice. You had expected something different, like getting locked up … or other things.

You shock your head, refusing to follow that pattern.

Instead, Cad had given you a gun and every space you needed away from him.

The many memories of him back on Trask, the articles about him as a dangerous bounty hunter, the holding cell in his ship, the many weapons, the groans and hissed sounds of chasing pleasure, the little talks during meal time, him biting you and glaring down at you as your memory faded away, his smell on the clothes you wore, his gun in your hands as you waited for him to return - it all swirled into one shape.

Cad Bane.

Confused, you buried your face in your hands.

The darkness of your closed eyes and shielding hands was comforting, the stairs below you piercing into the flesh of your thighs grounding you - and moving?

You opened your eyes the second the stairs drew back, throwing you into the ship and closing the hatch. You landed on your back with a yelp. Rolling over, you struggled to press to your feet, stumbling against the  ship's inside wall.

“TODO! What’s going on?”you yelled over the noise of the starting ship.

“Oh, you are inside.”the droid sounded disappointed. “Thought you didn’t hear my call. We got a message from Master Bane. He requires back up.”

“Fucking Hoth, TODO! I swear I’ll flatten you into scrap metal myself as soon as I get my fingers on you!” You hissed while staggering into the cockpit.

“Who else would fly the ship then?” the droid replied calmly while pressing a few buttons.

You slumped next to him into the co-pilot's seat.

“You better do it well, TODO! Your homicidal tendencies might be appreciated by Bane, but they are very much not welcome by me and I’m tempted to give vengeance a try. Yes, even if that means that I'll walk.”

“Sure.”

The droid flew a long curve, zoning in on a large bastion like building in the middle of the desert. 

“Master Bane is in there.”

“What is that? Did he say anything more?”

TODO pressed a few more buttons and readied the guns.

“That is Jabba's palace. He might need bacta.”

X

The walk through the desert was tedious. But it was better than landing the Justifier with her next to Jabba’s goons. So instead, Cad Bane clenched his fangs and walked. The Tatooine suns and sandy surface were harsh. Only a fool or a fierce warrior would walk the desert by foot. Bane wasn’t sure which of those he belonged to anymore.

He remembered his time with Jango. He had called Bane a fool.

Mostly for kriffing up something during hunts. But not always. Sometimes it was a different kind of foolishness Jango attested in Bane - a sweeter, more tender kind of foolishness. During down time between contracts or in the safety of hyperspace after Bane had shelled Jango out of his damn armor and after they had caught their breaths again, Jango had called Bane a fool before kissing him.

Jango had been right. Somehow, the old Mandalorian Merc had kept a distance, leaving Bane behind without any warning like the fool he was.

Back then, as Jango vanished only to get himself killed after leaving behind a horrific amount of clones with his face and voice to haunt Cad, Bane had been furious at Jango for shutting him out. Furious and hurt. Now, after figuring out how to kill the clones as quickly as possible, Bane did not think about dead Jango much anymore.

Who was the fool now, Jango?

Kriff, it’s still me. I am walking through the Dune Sea just to make sure she is safe.

He adjusted his hat for more shade and kept on walking.

Fool or no fool - he could wallow in old memories and self-pity when he got off Tatooine. The coarse sand already chafing his skin under his clothes and adding to his sullenness as he marched on, surveying the horizon for treats. 

Reaching Jabba’s palace  entrance portal and annoyed from the tedious walk, he pounded against the thick metal.

“Let me in, Jabba! Ya’ know this has been comin’ a long time!” he bellowed before Bib Fortuna or any other of Jabba’s underlings could do something so stupid as to ask what he wanted in the middle of nowhere.

“Who are you?” One of the gamorrean grunted through a little window in the portal.

“Take a guess, son.”

Instead of an answer, the portal opened for Cad Bane to step through. Bib Fortuna, the Twi’lek advisor to Jabba, greeted him before asking him to leave his weapons.

“Bib Fortuna, ya’ know as much as I do that I am no less dangerous without my weapons. I will not part with them. Skip the formalities and let me through. I am not in the mood for chit chat.”

The Twi-lek just shrugged his shoulders, “You will be escorted then.”

Fortuna turned around to walk up the palace stairs to the throne room as strangely familiar faces circled Bane.

“Bossk, Aura- good to see y’all,” Bane growled as they moved.

“Likewise,” Aurra replied with a devious smile while Bossk only grunted.

“Tell me, who is the kiddo in ya’ tow, wearing Jango’s armor?” Bane continued as they all strode up the stairs.

“Don’t think that’s any of your concern, old man,” the kid hissed with a young Jango voice. 

Must be another Clone then.

“Behave, Boba,” Bossk snarled.

Boba.

Bane filed the information for later. He had to face a crime boss for now. They reached the top of the gloomy stairs and stepped into the throne room.

Many different species and people holding various professions populated the room, as always. An inattentive observer would think it a strange choice, or born out of need to socialize for Jabba to have so many guests. Bane knew better. This was politics and he better treaded lightly on the courtly floors.

Gritting his fangs he lifted his hat, and bowed deeply in front of Jabba, the lord of Tatooine and master of this palace.

“I greet you, Jabba,” Bane declared loudly for everyone to hear. Next to him, a protocol droid shuffled in place and started translating what Jabba, the huge slug-like creature from the throne, declared.

“The honorable Jabba is most pleased to finally see you, Cad Bane.” The droid’s yellow eyes flickered hazily.

“Likewise. May I ask why ya’ and ya’ fellow Hutt placed a bounty on my head to bring to ya’ alive? I’mma here now without anyone forcing me to. Could have just asked.���

Jabba laughed and the droid dutifully translated.

“The honorable Jabba was saddened by the bounty on your head after you, a close confidant, were lost for a few rotations.”

Liar.

“But, he is willing to convince the council to lift the bounty from you and restore the trust between us.”

If Bane were a less controlled man, he would have cursed the Hutt right then and there. Instead he replied, “That would be very appreciated. I assume ya’ want me to do ya’ a favor as well?”

Another raucous laugh from the mighty Hutt up on the dais.

“The honorable Jabba applauds your way with words. Yes, the honorable Jabba requires a favor from you for his help.”

So like a job, but I’m not getting paid for it. 

“Go on,” Bane growled, unwilling to suppress any more of his distaste for this whole charade.

The Hutt waved him to step closer and Bane obeyed.

“Koose je myo nephews killer. Koose je sy snootles dead mo alive um u are free.” (Bring me my nephew's killer. Bring me Sy Snootles dead or alive and you are free.)

Bane bared his teeth.

“Pay me, Jabba, and I’ll do it.”

“Mee'm paying gee myo good will tah lift doe bounty of u. Um mee'm gifting u gee doe life of do cheeka.”

(I'm paying with my good will to lift the bounty on you. and I'm gifting you with the life of your woman.)

Bane bared his teeth, but Jabba already leaned back with his raunchy laughter as his court mocked Bane with an echoed laugh.

“The honorable Jabba knows you will do him the favor,” the droid continued his translations through the noise and laughter. “Until then you are dismissed.”

Bane clacked his teeth, feeling the need to bite and scratch and spill Hutt blood. This had been a trap. He had become an enforcer for an internal Hutt family matter.

And he wouldn’t even be paid for it. Jabba knew about her and there was little Bane could do about that. Her safety was Jabba's security for Bane’s loyalty.

He hissed and turned around to march off.

On the stairs he stopped.

Jabba's court was still highly amused by his misfortune. However, Bossk, Aurra and the kid called Boba, trailing after him instead of staying with the Huttese court.

“Whaddaya want?” Bane growled. He wasn’t in the mood for more games.

“Isn’t it obviousssss?” Bossk replied. “The bounty on you issssn’t lifted. Sssstep out of the palace and you are ripe for harvesssst.”

“Over ma’ dead body,” Bane bit.

“Precccisely.”

Bane turned and studied his soon to be opponents.

Aurra and Bossk were capable fighters, but Bane was faster. And the new kid moved like a fighter but he likely was a beginner. It was tempting to go against them, to work off some of his frustrations.

He pressed his comm instead. He had other things to worry about. “TODO, get the ship here. Plan 7.”

Aurra chuckled, “That’s a new low for you, Bane. Are you running away from a fight?”

“Is this ya’ attempt to pressure me into a fight? I’ve seen you do better, Aurra.” Bane countered and started to slowly descend the stairs towards his soon to be arriving ship, with canons. 

And a little droid without an ethics check module behind the controls.

He just had to make it to the ship and with his blasters-

Shit, he was down a blaster.

“Go on, Bane. Leave the palaccccce. Sssstep out of the protection of Jabba’sss court.”, Bossk hissed as Bane approached the portal, the ship visible from afar yet still a few klicks away.

Bane’s fingers twitch into fists.

This was dirty play and he hated being on the receiving end of it. But, he could be patient.

“Tell ya’ what. Y’all need to shut up. We all know how this will go, so don’t waste ya’ breath.”

“Awwww,” Aurra teased. “Will you really just run away into the safety of your ship like a coward?”

“I’m not in da mood, Aurra. Cut it,” he deadpanned, leaning against the frame of the open portal, certain no one would attack him as long as he was in the palace. Yet, guards and servants started to back away, feeling the rise of the tension as the ship kept getting closer and closer and closer.

“Guess my father Jango was wrong about you being one of the best hunters he ever met.”

It was the young clone's voice, modulated by Jango’s helmet.

It cut through the hot air like a blade, hit right at that one spot close to Bane’s heart he had learned to carefully avoid. Checking for the approaching ship one last time, Bane turned around.

“Ya need a handful, son. And then-” he hissed with rage dripping off his fangs as he drew his pistol and fired, “-ya need to shut up about Jango!”

The kid in Jango’s armor flew back from the hit in the chest, instantly passing out from the impact on his protective beskar chest armor. Aurra raised her rifle but the huge weapon was unhandy and slow in close combat. Bane’s next hit caught her in the leg, making her pass out from shock.

Good, not out for blood among colleagues.

A furious cry erupted, drowning out even the fearful cries and grunts by the servants and guards. Bane swirled around only to be knocked over by Bossk. The trandoshan had drawn a huge knife and Bane barely avoided it by knocking it out of Bossk’s hands.

The trandoshan laughed, using his bigger body mass to his advantage as they rolled over the floor and fought for the upper hand. Bane growled with rage, clawing at Bossk’s eyes while the trandoshan aimed for Bane’s neck as a shot fired right next to them into the sand.

They stilled, looking for the origin of the shot.

The Justifier had finally made it.

“Get off me, Bossk.” Bane hissed, “This has been fun but I gotta go.”

The trandoshan loosened his grip on Bane while Bane retracted his claws from Bossk’s face. 

“Yesssss. Ssssee you around,” the trandoshan answered as they both got up and fixed their appearance, little drops of blood falling into the sand as they pretended not to be in pain.

“Tell Aurra to get well soon and that I’m mildly sorry. And that kid to shut up or I’ll shoot him dead next time.” Bane added before turning around and walking to the ship.

Bossk chuckled as he reached for his knife.

“Will do, Bane. Will do.”

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 87)

Jaig Eyes (87/?)

Summary:

Kida, a former slave who now thrives as a bounty hunter, finds herself sucked into the war she advised Jango Fett against. Now that she’s involved, she has to finally mourn the loss of Jango, seeing his face in the clones that man the GAR. What happens when she allows herself to get attached to one, not for his resemblance to her former mentor, but for his heart?

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Chapter Eighty-Seven: Boba

“Relax,” I hummed to Boba, who sat beside me in the cockpit. “They won’t give us any trouble.” He still shifted anxiously, watching the comms as he waited for my clearance codes to go through.

If anything, I was feeling the opposite of him. I was relieved to finally be getting him and Bossk off Coruscant. The Jedi Council had been watching me even closer since news of Boba’s escape circulated. They came to me first, after all.

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“We will be searching the premises,” Windu announced, arms folded across his chest and expression sour. 

“Will you, now?” I responded with snark, mimicking his stance. “That’s hardly respectful of my contract with the Republic. What’s this about?” I fully knew what this was about and he was aware of that.

“Don’t act stupid. Boba Fett escaped from the Coruscant prison last night. It’s most likely he came here, looking for you.”

I laughed at him, Anakin’s expression dark over his shoulder. I could tell it wasn’t at me, though. “The last time I saw Boba, he had me kidnapped and tortured. The only reason he’d come here is to kill me, and I’d shoot him dead first.” Anakin seemed surprised at my words before Windu spoke again.

“I remember how you parted ways, Miss Fett,” Windu said evenly, but I could feel his frustration. “He would seek you for assistance.”

“You’re very sure,” I teased, leaning against the polished bartop. 

“I encourage you to step aside.”

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Bounty Hunter’s Tale

CHAPTER 1

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They say that as you die your life flashes before your eyes. It’s like floating out of your body and watching everything you have done, every mistake, every victory, every heartbreak. How would I know this? Simple, I’m dying. 

Lying here on the ground, the noises around me are muffled as my vision of the world I feel I will be leaving soon fades around me, I find myself wondering, why. 

Why did my life lead to this? Is this all the galaxy had to offer me, after everything else it had put me through, this is how it ends?

I once pictured I’d go out in a bang, some way to cement my place and make sure people never forgot my name. I knew enough men like that to think it was possible for me too, but it seems the galaxy is very selective on who gets that honour. To the people of this world, I’m nothing, I'm nobody. 

Except, I wasn’t always a nobody. I used to be someone, I used to be known. I used to be loved. But, you wouldn’t know any of that, so maybe, this is why my soul still lingers for a few moments more, to make sure that somebody knows my story. 

My name was Dax Leopold, and this will be the story of love and loss, the story of how I died. 

I’ll start our story at the beginning, not the very beginning, but the start of war. The start of when things in my life began to change. I was a bounty hunter by day and a smuggler by night, I never stuck around anywhere or anyone for long. Only connections I had were for jobs, but that day, that day set my life in motion. 

Dax sat in the cockpit of his ship, feet propped up on the dash as he stared out at the lights of hyperspace passing by. He always found the lights calming and enjoyed the peace of it all. However, his peace was interrupted by his comm beginning to ring. He let out a sigh and answered it, grinning when he saw the blue holographic figure appear. 

“Jango Fett, what can I do for you?” Dax asked the hologram. 

“Dax, I have a job for you if you’re interested.” Jango replied. Dax arched a brow in interest.

“Well you know I can never turn you down Jango, what’s the job?” 

“That’s more information than I’m willing to give out over a comm channel, meet with me at these coordinates and we’ll talk then.” Jango replied, Dax’s navigation computer lighting up moments later with the coordinates. 

“Well then, see you soon.” Dax quipped, turning off the communications before changing course. “Not like I had anything else to do today anyways.” The pantoran mused. 

Soon enough, Dax was landing his ship down next to one that was almost as famous as its pilot. Making his way off the ship, Dax made his way to the rendezvous point, a small cantina on the edge of the small town. 

Inside, it was easy for him to find the mandalorian so he sat himself down across from the warrior. 

“What was so important I needed to come here for?” Dax questioned, tilting his head at the helmeted man. 

“My employers have someone they need brought in, and you’re the best one for the job. I have my own work for them I need to handle.” 

“Alright, fair enough, but why specifically me? You have your network of hunters, including Cad Bane. And you know how I operate.” 

“I know, but you’re best for this because the person they want brought in is hiding out on Pantora. You’d blend in easier than I would, and this person has a habit of running off.” Jango supplied. Dax made a pained expression at the thought of going back to his homeworld, but he did understand that he would blend in better than any other hunter on the planet. 

“Alright, so where exactly am I bringing this person to once I get them?” Dax inquired. “Because you know I won’t kill them.” 

“I know you won’t, which is why you’ll contact me once you have them, and I’ll let you know then where to bring them to.” Jango replied. Dax nodded, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair. The bleach blond strands mixed with the pink of his roots that were starting to grow out, messing up his normally neat hair style. 

“Sure you don’t got anything that doesn’t involve me going back home?” Dax questioned halfheartedly. He already knew he’d take the job, but still didn’t hurt to ask. 

“Unless you’ve changed your mind on killing people and are willing to assassinate a senator, then this is the only job I have for you.” Jango replied. Dax nodded and rose up from his seat.

“Send me all the data you have on the bounty then, I’ll contact you shortly once I have them.” He said, nodding a goodbye before turning on his heel and leaving.

 Dax landed his ship down into the pantoran spaceport and looked around with disdain at his homeworld. He hated coming back here. He swallowed down his disgust and headed off the ship. One thing he enjoyed about being hired by Jango, the man was thorough. The information he’d transferred over to Dax told him everything about the target, including his favourite bar to frequent in the area. 

He knew these streets like the back of his hand, so finding the bar was the easy part. As he walked inside, he was glad he’d had the insight to change from his usual outfit of a worn brown jacket, work pants, and combat boots. Now he still wore his boots, but he wore just a simple pair of shorts with just an undershirt on, the collar unbuttoned. 

Eyes turned to him as he entered the bar, exactly like he’d wanted. A quick scan of the room, and he found his quarry easily, the Neimoidian standing out easily in the crowd of mostly pantorans. He caught the gaze of the man and threw a wink his way before heading over to the bar and sitting down. 

“What can I get you?” The lady behind the bar asked, flashing a smile at him. 

“Whatever’s got a strong kick darlin’.” Dax replied, flashing a smile back at her. She giggled and went off to get him a drink. Once he had his drink he took a few sips to take the edge off before making his way over to his target. 

“Don’t see many of your kind around here.” He greeted once he reached the man’s table. “Especially sitting here all on your own.” He added a flirtatious tone to his voice, which worked as the neimoidian gestured for him to take a seat. 

“Well not anymore.” The man replied. Dax grinned, sat down and got to work. 

It took him no time at all to flirt his way into getting the Neimoidian back to his ship, where once there, he stunned him unconscious and took off from the planet. Once he’d changed his outfit back he called up Jango. 

“Caught your bounty.” He said in way of greeting once the mandalorian appeared. 

“Didn’t expect any differently. I’m sending you coordinates now of where to take the target to. My employer will meet you there to take him off your hands and pay you.” 

“Understood. Got your coordinates and headed there now.” Dax replied before shutting off the comms. 

The fly to Serenno was short and soon he was just above the planet, passing his entry codes through to a droid before getting clearance to land. The Count’s home was a prominent and easy place to find as Dax soon landed his ship down. 

He walked off of the ramp and looked up at the Count himself who stood waiting for him. 

“My, all this fuss over me, I wasn’t expecting a full royal welcome.” He purred, grinning at the Count, “Your man is up inside the ship.” 

Dooku looked unamused by the pantorans jests as he sent some of his droids inside the ship to collect the Neimoidian. 

“You are just as good as Jango claimed you are.” Dooku conceded. “Your credits for getting the job done.” He gestured and a droid came forward, handing a case to Dax that he gladly took. 

“Pleasure doing business with you your lordshipness.” Dax grinned, giving a mock bow. “If you ever need me again, you know who to call.” He purred, turning and heading back into his ship, intent on heading off to enjoy his newly gained funds. 

I didn’t know it then, but Count Dooku would play a large role in my life. Not long after I had completed that bounty, word spread fast through the hunters guilds that Jango Fett was dead. I thought at the time with Jango gone, so too were my connections to the separatists and Dooku. But with the war now upon the galaxy, Dooku reached out to me again with an offer I really couldn’t refuse.

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Rose's 2023 Kinktober List

I have done it! I have finished all of my kinktober prompts and this is the official list of what prompts and who they're about each day. These will be posted on my Ao3 which is ThatWriterRose. I will make daily posts with a link to each fic but this post will also have links to each fic as I post them. I hope you all enjoy!

1. Hair Pulling - Jonathan Byers x OC

2. Roleplay - Larissa Weems x OC

3. Hate Sex - Eddie Munson x OC

4. Breeding Kink - Steve Harrington x OC

5. Office Sex - Foggy Nelson x OC

6.  Double Penetration - Jonathan x OC x Argyle

7. Semi-Public - Randy Meeks x OC

8. Face Sitting - Oscar "Spooky" Diaz x OC

9. Sex Toys - Boba Fett x OC

10. Edging - Oberyn Martell x OC

11.  Cunnilingus - Johnny "Coco" Cruz x OC

12. Mutual Masturbation - Robin Buckley x OC

13. Reunion Sex - Adult!Natalie Scatorccio x OC

14. Shower Sex - Stefan Salvatore x OC

15. Anal Sex - Din Djarin x OC

16. Pegging - Gerald of Rivia x OC

17. Fancy Clothes - Yennefer of Vengerberg x OC

18. Taping Sex - Adult! Van Palmer x OC

19. Caught in the Act - Stu Macher x OC

20. Morning Sex - Jango Fett x OC

21. Aftercare - Evelyn Hugo x Celia St. James

22. Car Sex - Eddie Munson x OC

23. Sex Dream - Lottie Mathews x OC

24. Lingerie - Jim Hopper x OC

25. Quickie - Jaskier x OC

26. Corruption Kink - Henry Creel x OC

27. Dacryphilia - Fennec Shand x OC

28. Marking - Jackie Taylor x Shauna Shipman

29. Phone Sex - Argyle x OC

30. Virginity - Ethan Landry x OC

31. Possessive Sex - Steve Harrington x OC

#stranger things smut #yellowjackets smut #star wars smut #witcher smut #scream smut #marvel smut #vampire diaries smut #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #rose tries kinktokber 2023

[my-sun-m00n-and-stars]

Finally - Jango x FemaleOC

Smut oneshot

This is an excerpt from my fic on AO3, but I thought I'd post this scene as a one-shot for all of the Jango girlies out there. OC is a bounty hunter doing undercover work in Death Watch for Jango.

Here's the link if you want to read the full series.

Kiara walked briskly through the darkness to the cave where Slave One  resided. She had to deliver the information while the images were still fresh in her mind. It had been easy to slip out of the camp at night. The real challenge had been extracting herself from Gar Saxon’s arms; he had had her in a vice grip.

The night chill did nothing to cool the blood pumping throughout her body or quell the heat that still resided between her legs. Saxon had been good, but not the best she had ever had. Her body burned for more.

She resolved to dissipate her arousal by maintaining a brisk pace through the forest. If she was quick she could deliver the information and be back in Saxon’s bed before the sun rose. 

She reached the cave a little over a half an hour later. To her dismay Bane was outside working on the ship’s hull. She was suddenly very conscious of the fact that she was wearing thin linen pajamas. It didn’t help either that she was still terribly horny.

“I have information,” she announced. He gave her an appraising look, taking in her appearance. He opened his mouth to respond but for some reason hesitated.

He tasted the air with his tongue. Her whole body went flush. The squint of his red eyes from under his hat stated plainly that he knew what she had been up to.

“Don’ tell it t’me. He’s inside,” Bane said dismissively. Eager to escape his scrutiny, Kiara eagerly climbed up the ramp into Slave One.

“Jango?” She called out.

She had never seen a ship's interior like it. Almost everything she saw was modified, down to the internal lighting systems. She could hardly even call it a Firespray class craft anymore.

I gotta tell the mandos to spruce the Dragonsbreath up a bit.

A door down the short hallway to the left slid open, and Jango stepped out, steam unfurling behind him. He was shirtless, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He must just taken a shower.

“You called?” He replied casually, rubbing his hair with a smaller towel, messing it. Kiara bit her lip.

“I–yes, I learned some information about the prisoners.” She cleared her throat. He nodded and swallowed, his throat bobbing up and down. She could have sworn that he looked her figure up and down. She did her best not to return the favor.

“Follow me.”

He turned and led her down a hallway deeper into the bowels of the ship. His bare back was exposed to her. It was broad, and well-muscled with pale scars littering his otherwise brown skin. He paused in front of a door and opened it for her, allowing her to enter the room first. 

She nearly stopped in her tracks. It was his private quarters. They were spartan, but unmistakably his. His armor rested on a display in the corner. Weapons and trinkets were everywhere, but it was all orderly and neat. A small holophoto sat on a cabinet next to his cot, a small boy with a very familiar face. 

“Your son,” she realized aloud. 

“Yes,” Jango chuckled in reply.

Kiara studied the picture, studied the boy's face.

“He looks just like you. You must be proud.”

“I am.”

Kiara looked away from the photo and smiled at Jango, who smiled back. But damn  it, he was still in that towel. She sharply inhaled and looked away from him. She pressed her thighs together. She needed to focus on business.

“Death Watch dealt with a zygerrian man by the name of Ashar Romar. But apparently the deal went sour. I was told that the man stole the prisoners away from Death Watch,” she detailed. Jango stroked his chin and sat on his cot, reclining against the wall. 

“Ashar Romar… never heard of him. But the prisoners being stolen away from Death Watch checks out. Despite their questionable tactics, Death Watch are still mandalorians, and I couldn’t see them selling their own people out,” he said. “Did you learn anything more?”

“Yes. I know what Romar looks like, I saw his face.” Kiara closed her eyes and imagined it again. 

“Excellent. How did you obtain this information?” He asked. Kiara opened her eyes and gave him a sly look.

“Let’s just say I took a bit of your advice, and a bit of Aurra’s.” 

“Maker help you, then.”

“It wasn’t so bad.” Kiara laughed. 

Jango smirked, and he looked over her attire a second time. She crossed her arms. “Getting cold there?” She asked with raised brows, nodding at his bare chest.

“I’m hot, actually,” he rebuffed. “Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?” He asked softly, standing up from his cot and approaching her. Her mouth ran dry. Her nipples stood pert against the constraints of her pajama shirt. She looked anywhere but at the behemoth of bare muscle before her.

“Not at all,” she croaked. She took a few paces backwards to put distance between them. He enclosed it again, and took it a step further by taking her chin between his thick fingers, forcing her to look at him. The heat in her body was nearly unbearable, sweat beginning to form on her brow and down her back. 

Jango had no shame or subtlety when he looked at her this time. His eyes locked onto her lips, before traveling south to take in the sight of her breasts bulging against the too-tight and too-thin shirt.

What the hell is happening?

“You seem a bit hot yourself in that stuffy clothing,” Jango commented, idly trailing his finger down from her chin to the collar of her shirt.

Alarms of every kind blared in Kiara’s mind. What about Zam? What about what Aurra told you? He’s your employer! 

The arousal between her legs was unbearable. Coherent thought became impossible. She looked up at him demurely through her lashes. It was all happening so fast.

It was his final straw. He took her by the shoulders and kissed her, hard. She met his lips earnestly, wrapping her arms around his neck. They didn’t waste time with soft kisses; within seconds their tongues were entwined, tasting each other’s mouth. He pushed her up against the wall, his arms dropping from her shoulders to her waist, pulling her tight against him, sandwiching her between his hot body and the cold metal wall.

Their lips broke apart and he began planting kisses along her jaw and down her neck, leaving a trail of fire behind him. She yelped and giggled when he nibbled at the sensitive spot just behind her ear. His hands roved up and down, back and forth across her waist and stomach, feeling the taut muscle.

“I’ve been waiting for this, cyar’ika,” he whispered into her ear.

“I know,” she replied with a breathy smile.

His hands traveled to the small of her back, and then lower as they continued to kiss again. He gripped her ass with his hands, feeling and kneading the squishy flesh through her linen pants, occasionally traveling even lower to grip her thighs. He groaned in appreciation into her lips. She fumbled with the tie just above her pelvis before dropping her pants to the ground, leaving her in only her shirt and underwear. 

His hands immediately gravitated to her crotch, but seemed to think better of it and instead gripped her hips. He grinded against the outside of her thigh, his erection barely contained by the loosening towel around his waist. She teased her fingers just around the top of the towel, tracing the V framing his pelvis, enjoying the feeling of his abdominals tightening in reflex. 

She took time to massage and feel every muscle on his body as she had longed to for so long. She had spent so many months imagining what was under the armor, and now she was finding out.

He broke apart from her again, and dug his fingers into the hem of her shirt. He looked into her eyes, breaths heavy, waiting. She nodded, and he wasted no time in pulling the shirt swiftly over her head. Her breasts bounced at liberty in their new freedom, and Jango took a moment to admire them, panting lightly.

Agonizingly slow, he took them into his hands and palmed them gently, flicking her sensitive nipples with his thumbs. It was too much for her; she blushed furiously, the red color traveling all the way to her chest.

Without warning he put one into his mouth, extracting a soft moan from her lips. As he swirled his tongue around her nipple he gave her other breast equal attention with his hand. Kiara leaned against the wall for support, relishing in the metal’s cooling effect.

In her hazy mind she found the initiative to pull the towel away from his waist, allowing it to fall to the floor. She couldn’t see his cock from her angle as his head was in the way, still focusing all of his attentions on her breasts. She opted instead to roam her hands down his back, giving his buttocks a faint squeeze as he sucked at her tits in earnest.

Finally he pulled himself away, and she was able to see his cock in its full glory. It was a bit longer than average, but thick. It pointed straight at her, pre cum dripping from the tip.

She sank to her knees before him. He smiled at her, and she smiled back, before taking him into her mouth. She took him in all the way to the hilt, eager to please. He hissed and braced himself with his arm on the wall behind her. She formed a suction with her lips, and then released him, excruciatingly slowly.

“Kriff,” he cursed. She repeated the movement several times, teasing him. “Have mercy on me, cyar’ika,” he laughed breathlessly, digging his fingers into her hair but not pushing. She hummed in amusement around his cock, earning another moan from him.

She began to bob her head more quickly, maintaining the suction seal around his member with her lips and swirling her tongue along the underside of his shaft before circling it around his tip, repeating the pattern. His grip in her hair tightened, and she braced herself against his thighs with her hands.

“Fuck, that’s it Kiara, use your mouth just like that,” he instructed, his voice becoming ragged. She obeyed, picking up the pace even faster, focusing on not activating her gag reflex as his tip brushed the back of her throat over and over.

I’m going to make you cum, Fett.

She could feel the muscles around his pelvis tightening, his breaths becoming shallower. With a grunt, he ripped himself from her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva between his tip and her mouth. He wiped it away.

“Don’t want the party to end before it starts, gorgeous,” he murmured huskily, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Kiara nodded, and took the hand he offered her to stand back up. She laughed as he pulled her straight up into the air into a bridal-style carry, setting her down on his cot a few paces away. He clambered over her immediately, his form hulking. He settled his gaze on her panties. To her embarrassment they were already clearly soaked-through. 

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked gently, thumbing over the waistband.

“I just had your cock in my mouth Jango, I think we’re past asking those questions.”

“I suppose I should return the favor then, eh?” He laughed in reply, before tugging her underwear down over her hips. She kicked them off. 

I’m so glad I shaved for Saxon.

He planted kisses on her face, before trailing them down her body, going down on her. He planted a kiss on her pelvis, before pulling her legs apart, baring her to him.

He licked a stripe all the way from her slit up to her clitoris. She bit her lip, propping herself up on her elbows to watch. He winked at her, before diving into her pussy mouth-first. 

She cried out as he attacked her clit with his tongue, circling it and flicking it from side to side. At the same time he sunk his index finger inside her, curling it back and forth against her G-spot. He continued different combinations of different moves, watching her form and her reactions closely.

Her whole body jolted at a particular moment where both his fingers and his tongue found just the right angles, pleasure shooting up her body.

“Just like that,” she moaned. He groaned in response into her cunt and continued his ministrations exactly as before, building a rhythm. A hot coil began to tighten in the pit of her stomach, slowly growing tighter and tighter. She balled the sheets in her fists, her knuckles white. He continued to maintain his movements, his eyes locked onto her face. Her breaths grew shallower, more rapid, a flush taking over her entire body, her toes curled and back arching—

Kiara cried out as she came, throwing her head back into the pillow. Jango lapped up her new juices eagerly in long strokes of his tongue. She came down from her high, twitching and jolting at his every touch of her sensitive sex.

Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he came to hover over her. She looked up at him, panting, sweat beading on her forehead. 

“You all right, Kiara?” He asked, stroking her locks of blonde hair. The way he said her name made her melt into the sheets. She ran her hands up his forearms, settling them on his biceps.

“I’m impatient, that’s what I am,” she breathed. He chuckled, and sat back on his haunches, directing his attention to their nether regions. He settled himself between her legs and threw each of them over his shoulders, planting a quick kiss on the inside of her calf. Cock in hand, he aligned himself with her entrance.

He rubbed the tip up and down her wet slit. She whined in anticipation, bucking her hips towards him. He pushed her hips down firmly, putting her in her place. 

“Behave now, cyar’ika.”

He pushed himself inside. Kiara gasped, adjusting rapidly to his girth. He growled in pleasure, hilting himself within her and resting for a few moments, steeling himself. He began to thrust, starting slow, allowing her to accustom to him, before picking up the pace. The angle with her legs on his shoulders was deeper than Kiara was used to. She bit her lip as he grew more vigorous, stretching her walls over and over again. 

He grasped her ample tits in his hands once more, holding on to them as they bounced with the movement. Her arms fell beside her head, becoming limp. 

For several minutes there was nothing but the sound of skin slapping skin and Kiara’s moans as Jango set a punishing pace, breathing hard, his gaze flitting between her face, her breasts, and the place where his cock met her pussy.

He leaned forward, her legs folding back and deepening the angle extremely as he settled onto his forearms, pressing into her body. Kiara grit her teeth as he hit a new place deep inside her that was both pleasurable and painful. He quickened his pace, pistoning in and out of her, chasing his high. He was moaning too now, a deep, lustful sound.

The sound triggered something within Kiara, and she could feel another orgasm building. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, drawing him closer, deeper. He hit the same spot inside her over and over again, building the pressure within her.

It burst forth like a damn. She dug her nails into his back, stifling her scream in his shoulder. He spasmed and twitched as he pulled out just in time, his cum unfurling in spurts on her stomach. He let out one last groan as he did so, his head lolling down.

They breathed hard in silence, recovering. She grabbed him gently by the face and kissed him again. 

“That was a long time coming,” he sighed.

“It was,” she replied with a twinkle in her eye. Aurra be damned. Bane be damned.

“I’ll get you a towel,” he offered, extracting himself from her to retrieve one. She was sorry to have him leave her arms so soon, but cold hard realities were starting to crash in again

“I need to get back before sunrise, or I’ll be missed,” she stated, waiting patiently for his towel. She held out her hand for it when he returned, but he completed the job himself, wiping her clean. She sat up next to him on the cot, planting another kiss on his cheek.

Jango pulled her into his lap carefully, wrapping his arms around her waist a final time. They kissed passionately, but briefly.

“Until next time,” he promised her. She beamed at him, before starting to gather her clothes for her return back to camp.

Next time.

#jango fett #jango fett x reader #jango fett x oc #star wars #jango fett/reader

[fandom-friday]

Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

✨ = 18+ content

Fics:

The Clone Wars: ✨ Poets and Painters (Early Morning) (Commander Wolffe x gn!Reader) by @frostycatblr-fandom-files ✨ A Twisted Fantasy (Commander Wolffe x f!Reader) by @rexxdjarin ✨ I Need You (Commander Wolffe x OC Sadhbh) by @ulchabhangorm ✨ Lean on Me (Kix x f!Reader) by @the-bad-batch-baroness Wreck My Plans (Fives x f!Reader) by @purplefangirl42 ✨ Golden Hour (Commander Fox x f!Reader) by @wizardofrozz ✨ Invisible Barriers (Fi Skirata x f!Reader) by @the-rain-on-kamino The Ties That Bind Us by @saggitary Adjustments by @ace-oreos

The Bad Batch: Tech-ology: Vol. II - Purgilltory by @apocalyp-tech-a

Rebels: ✨ One Last Chance (Rebels!Cody x f!Reader) by @wings-and-beskar

The Book of Boba Fett: The Daimyo's Dream (Boba Fett x f!Reader) by @pickleprickle ✨ An Honest Day's Work (Contractor!Boba Fett x f!Reader) by @daimyosprincess ✨ Biscuits and Beskar (Boba Fett x OC Kaylee Manu) by @marierg

Star Wars Prequel Trilogy: My Choice (Jango Fett x f!Reader) by @vodika-vibes

Star Wars Original Trilogy: As the Water Wills (OC Kyga x OC Jol) by @btwxsixesandsevens

Star Wars Sequel Trilogy: ✨ Opals for Roses (Jannah x Rose Tico) by @btwxsixesandsevens

Batman: Tooth and Claw by BrickSheep (AO3) Mama's Gonna Buy You a Mockingbird by @blazonix

Marvel: ✨ Why Don't You Do Right (Bucky x Sarah Wilson) by @btwxsixesandsevens

Crossover AUs: Bound in Blood (Miraculous Ladybug/Batman Crossover) (Ladybug x Dick Grayson) by @newdog14writes

Art:

The Clone Wars: Jedi Were Not Meant for War by @amarcia OC Zeeta Art by @rexxdjarin Commander Wolffe Art by @bianvers Long-Haired Fox Art by @jupiterky

The Bad Batch: Commander Mayday Art by @hootydoot Sunkissed by @the-rain-on-kamino Echo Art by @pinkiemme Echo and Ahsoka Reunion Art by @chedaar21

Crossover AUs: Echo and Echo Art by @blessyo4

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 86)

Jaig Eyes (86/?)

Summary:

Kida, a former slave who now thrives as a bounty hunter, finds herself sucked into the war she advised Jango Fett against. Now that she’s involved, she has to finally mourn the loss of Jango, seeing his face in the clones that man the GAR. What happens when she allows herself to get attached to one, not for his resemblance to her former mentor, but for his heart?

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Chapter Eighty-Six: Vod

When the elevator doors hissed closed behind the escaped inmates, I let out a long, hissing breath. I could swear my skin was steaming, I was so angry.

“What did he say?” Rex asked gently beside me. My private elevator from the back rooms was small, making more than three people pretty uncomfortable. And with a Trandoshan…I elected to send Bossk and Boba up ahead of us. Besides, I needed a moment to collect myself.

And we had a facade to keep up.

I turned and began leading Rex back down the hall toward the staff door. “He was speaking Huttese wasn’t he? I know Jango spoke it.”

“Yeah,” I replied gruffly. 

Rex stopped me before I went through the door, turning me to look at him. “Hey, are you okay? I’m not going to turn him in.” Admittedly, the concern had crossed my mind, but I had assured myself I’d convince him to keep quiet. I guess I didn’t have to, and I was actually surprised. He must have read it on my face, giving me a small smile. “I’m not thrilled, but I’m not about to turn in your only family.” He shrugged, his grin turning teasing in nature. “You’d never forgive me.”

“You’re right,” I teased back, relaxing in his hold. He felt it, his hands dropping to rest on my waist.

“Do you want me to leave? It’s okay if you want to be alone with him.”

I scoffed. “Alone with him and Bossk, you mean. No,” I leaned up, kissing him softly on the cheek. “I’d like for you to stay. If you’re willing to put up with Boba being a jagyc to you, that is.”

“He really doesn’t like clones, huh?” Rex asked with a quirked brow.

I pulled from his grasp, pushing open the door as I muttered, “Yeah, something like that.” He doesn’t like you, in particular. I wanted to tell him, but I was strangely embarrassed. Was it my brother’s behavior? It certainly wasn’t that I was with Rex.

Right?

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13221379/86/Jaig-Eyes

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #The Clone Wars #Kida Fett #Daughter of Jango fic #boba fett #captain rex #captain rex x oc #star wars oc #bossk #Coruscant #children of jango #jango fett

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Updated: 03/10/24

Where's Mommy? 2 chapters - by Steph

Skin to Skin - Cad Bane by Candy

An Honest Day's Work - Construction Boba eyyyy e////e

Goodbye, Little Soka - by bart1607

Feast - OC Talia x Wolffe oneshot?

Olom SFW Alphabet - Crystal's OC

Crack Angst with Fox, Wolffe, Plo.

Babymaking with Rex by clone-anon-after-dark

Not Letting Go - Fox Fic by kenzie

Life-changing Rodian fic #2 by @spicedrobot

Valentine Ask for Wrecker by Freesia

Post - Julie

Love It When You Hate Me - by wizardofrozz

Under the Same Night Sky - Julie / rexxdjarin

Cad Bane Alphabet - by my-sun-m00n-and-stars

Feb Prompt (had my eyes on this last time) - by JJ / @lamaenthel

Suffering In Silence - Wolffe Angst

Helpless (Boba Fett, Jango Fett)

"You Weren't Supposed To Get Hurt" (Jango Fett, Boba Fett)

Too Weak To Move (Ailyn Vel, Boba Fett)

All @sinisterexaggerator's

BDSM with the boys

TLC post-work with the boys

Whump Death with Cad Bane

Feelings with Cad Bane

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Multi-Chapters

Lifeday - by Crystal 9K

Fate's Right Hand (3) - Cad Bane by Candy

Mimi Mirage's Memoir - Moonie ♥

In This Planetarium with You - Darth Fett

Poets and Painters Masterlist - (redo read for multichaps)

The Wolfpack Queen - OC Talia x Wolffe by reader6898 / Kayla

Where Angels Fear To Tread - plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows

Queen of Hearts - Steph 14.5k

Non-SW:

Penguins - Saren Fluff fic?

The Vakarians (Castis Vakarian Fic)

Rain on Distant Shores - ContinuousSpec

This entire Masterlist because holy fuck do I want to read dinobirds fuck nasty - Castelau / Ao3

Note to self:

The lack of Turian fic in this bitch is appalling. <- Fixed, updated with an entire masterlist of nasty dinobird fuckenings.

Please finish the list before getting more.

Update your to-read list bookmark.

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MADE BY https://www.deviantart.com/melspyrose Thank you for making this meme :D https://www.deviantart.com/melspyrose/art/OC-Inspiration-Meme-952375649

Done here are the characters that inspired me and the person that made this meme. Their name is in the pic. These characters inspired me growing up as a child. Some of them started off as bad guys but turns out becoming heroes as they grow and they experienced bad events negative events but they keep on growing regardless of their past. It doesn’t divine them who they are as they grow more they let it drag them down they try and try as they grow and develop as a character and a person in each in their own way and get through their own personal struggles as with help of others around them even though it’s hard to open to those they know. each of us has a Dark Dilemma and struggles of the past we each have to overcome same with self doubt and anger. and these characters are a great example of these things. wish is why i picked them for lexamus :)

Black panther t'challa marvel

Spawn Al Simmons.

JAK JAK AND DAXTER

Venom Eddie Brock and Flash. marvel

ryu hayabusa ninja gaiden

Ultraman TIGA

Tommy oliver Power rangers

Kamen rider amazon

Robocop(both classic and 2014 AND ALPHA COMANDO)

GODZILLA

TFA OPTIMUS PRIME AND UNICRON TRILOGEY OPTIMUS PRIME/OPTIMUS PRIMAL

FOC GRIMLOCK

DOOMSLAYER DOOM

DOMON G GUNDAM

BATMAN THE BATMAN/ARKHAM/BEYOND/90'S

COLE INFAMOUS PS3

MILES MORLES SPIDER-MAN MARVEL/2099/TOEI

mandalorians( Tarre Vizsla, din djarin, jango fett, but whole concept of them too)

GREYMON DIGIMON

Vectorman

TAHU

Mazinger/mazinkaiser

MEGAMAN EXE, TRIGGER AND MEGAMAN-X/MODEL-X

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[marierg]

Biscuits and Beskar: 3

Pairing: Boba Fett x OC Kaylee Manu

Rating: PG-13 (just for the last little tense parts and the action)

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, language, mentions of past traumas, SNAKE!, semi nakedness, naughty-ish thoughts, TENSION. No actual naughtiness or schmexy-ness but lots of thoughts running wild.

A/N: I apologize now, I know I'm not writing very fast but I hope what comes out is worth the wait. I wanted to give these two a few little moments but also I wanted the Pike incursion to be felt. I have given names to a few of the characters we know. The Gamorean guards are Ro and Weem and the Rancor handler is Vol (pronounced Val). Our girl Kaylee grew up on a star cruise liner (think Princess cruise) and I picture her having been around entertainers and dancers a lot as a kid. One of whom I picture as a very young Jimmy Buffet.

PS- Kaylee is a shit magnet (doesn't mean to find trouble, it just seems to find her) and a klutz. Lots of heart and spirit, but lots of boo boos. Lets just say I hope that the Daimyo's insurance is good.

Words: 4700ish

Song credit: Come Monday by the great Jimmy Buffet! (Don't tell me Margaritaville doesn't exist in Star Wars)

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“PAPA!”

You woke in a cold sweat, hands scrubbing the last of the horrible memory away. You could still see him, hear his last words.

“Free men built this galaxy and free men will have their day again.”

Celsus Manu had died as he lived, bravely standing for what he believed. How many souls had he smuggled on those cruises, how many had Papa saved from a fate worse than death? To be bound to a life of forced servitude until their very spirit extinguished even while their bodies remained.

Nothing could have saved him that day though. The shots ringing in your ears...

Heading down to the kitchen you pulled your robe tight. At each of the dormitory doors you paused to listen, just to be sure the sand scrappers slept well. Turbo was still recovering from the crash to catch that slug majordomo that was sleeping in the dungeon. And it was right where the slemo belonged. It had shaken you to see the boy hurt. The little motley crew was all that you had, and now you could count two hunters to that small group. The Daimyo had done something you couldn't, seeing the kids well cared for, it pleased you beyond words. Starting a kettle you heard Ratty boop and beep as he popped around the corner, following you like a shadow.

There was a balcony just off the hall between the throne room and your domain. It was peaceful there, with not but the wind off the dunes and canyons to break the silence. Sipping your tea there was another sound that came not from the vast wilderness, but the tower above. A shadowy figure moving in smooth, controlled motions. You couldn't help to wonder what specifically caused the Daimyo to be up at this hour?

Then again what wouldn't, given the mess at hand. Finishing your tea you rose, patting the little droid on the head. Glancing again to the tower above you went back to the kitchen and pulled out another mug, “Ratty would you be so kind as to deliver something for me?”

The gaffii's weight was a comfort in his hands as Boba moved about the floor. It was a steadfast and strong weapon, it served him well. The dreams had returned with a vengeance causing many a restless night. Practicing always acted as a bit of a balm. People say that time heals, Boba always thought it a foolish saying. No what healed was not simply time, it was affection, closeness, family. The Tuskins had taken him in, made him part of the tribe. They had given him much needed perspective after years of burying himself in hunting.

Years of running from his past... of ignoring the pain.

Boba was a different man than the one who had been swallowed by the Sarlacc. He had done his job and done it well, hoping to be as good a hunter as his father if not better. Jango had once told him that the more proficient he became the more he could pick and choose the jobs he took, but even Jango wouldn't have been able to avoid the Empire. Those hunts were never satisfying, the quarry rarely worth the price on their head.

Boba's philosophy was much like Jango's; he did the job, he got paid, end of contract. Even still Boba regretted parts of his past. He wondered sometimes what had happened to his daughter, if Ailyn ever thought of him. He had stayed away to keep her safe and maybe that was how it should stay. Hearing a tap at the door his attention shifted. He hadn't send for anyone, “Yes?"

Crossing the floor he opened the portal to find no one, just a tray with a cup of tea and a piece of flimsy. Cautiously picking up the mug Boba read the fine scrawl.

You should get some rest.

Seems he wasn't the only one awake. Taking a sip of the herbal tea he could faintly taste the black melon that was part of the brew. A faint smirk crossed his face. Boba sometimes wondered how you actually felt about him, good or bad. You were ever a puzzle, keeping well behind the curtain of formality yet still doing small kindnesses like this. Something a friend would do for another. Maybe you were waiting for him to seek you out? He hummed at that thought, sipping on the warm decoction. Whatever the case he still felt glad of your presence, even if it was from arms length. “Dral runi.”

“Skad aren't you all supposed to be patrolling?” You looked over the middle counter to where the young man was hovered over his breakfast.

Finishing a bite of hash the scamp nodded at you. “Jus' waiting on Nikita and that Gamorean, Ro, to get back.”

“And here we are,” Nikita strutted in followed by Ro, who grunts at you. The other Gamorean, Weem, was with Drash in the hangar taking a delivery.

Turning to the counter where dishes are drying you gesture to them. “Get some food you two and tell Vol to come eat too.”

Vol never came up until after he had seen to the Rancor. He was a quiet man, said only what was necessary, had a hard edge about him. He was considerate in his own way though, you'd seen him a few times help the kids here and there. But mostly he kept his own company and you respected that. As your thoughts wandered a favorite tune came over the speaker, a smile spread on your face as the old sweet song brought back happier times. Reaching over you raised the volume.

“Oh no,” Skad tried to make a run for it.

“Oh yes.” Grabbing the boy's hand you start to dance and sing. It was something you'd done with Papa in the kitchen growing up. For a moment when you moved across the floor you thought maybe he was there, laughing with you. Most of the kids would dance along when this would happen, knew which songs you loved.

Fennec had gotten back to the Palace when it was still dark, her head buzzing. Whether it was from Fwip's hospitality or the lovely female whose warm bed she had shared was undetermined. What a sweet distraction it had been though. Fennec stepped into the kitchen, an amused chuckle escaping her. You were twirling around and dancing with one of the Gamoreans, looking over to her with a puckish grin. “Don't even think it cookie.”

You rolled your eyes and instead went to the counter to retrieve a Bloody Mary. Handing the drink to the master assassin you continue singing.

“...Come Taungsday it'll be alright. Come Taungsday I'll be holding you tight. I spent four lonely days in a brown Bespin haze and I just want you back by my side.”

Fennec took a sip of the drink and couldn't help smirking at your flirtations. “Sweetheart I would eat you alive.”

“Hmm but what a way to go...” Making a flirting face you swayed your hips to the music.

Bumping hips with Fennec you threw a towel over your shoulder to get back to work. The assassin had a wicked sense of humor you found. A sense of humor that struck in the form of your belt loop getting hooked to pull you to her side. Fennec tutted you like a naughty child, “Ah ah ah, the song's not over cookie.”

She tugged, guiding your movements while holding her drink in the other. You continued to sing and sway as the song hit the last chorus. Fennec tapped her fingers under your chin then stepped away as the final chords rang. You laughed and felt genuinely happy, feeling safe enough to let down your guard. Which was funny if you thought on it... feeling safe in the palace of the Daimyo of Tattoine. Looking at Fennec's smug face you couldn't help but be a little bit of a brat, “Such a tease Mistress Shand.”

Fennec smirked, glancing back at the hallway, “Oh, you have no idea...”

Boba had stepped back where you couldn't see him, still watching you. Observing as you joined his second in command at the table, making notes on your data pad. It annoyed him that Fennec would toy with you like some dancing girl. Walking into the kitchen he saw you look up at him with a small smile.

“Good morning.” Tracking as he moved to sit at the head of the table by Fennec. You take a fortifying breath, kark you were tired. “Omelet with bacon for the Daimyo or just toast and coffee like this one?”

“Careful cookie, remember who's in charge.” Fennec gives you a light warning. There's no real threat behind it, especially with how she saw Boba looking at you. What these two needed was a solid nudge, still now may not be the time. “By the by, Garsa was asking about you.”

“How's she doing?” You ask concerned. Moving to the buffet you started making up plates and readying the omelet pan.

“Just fine, the Sanctuary was booming last night.”

“And I bet Troy was the bartender,” You smirked at her expression as you passed her a plate of hash. “They have a heavy pour and always work race days, better tips.”

Boba watched as you bustled around making his plate. He was used to eating rations and quick meals on the fly, not often indulging in the slow enjoyment of a meal. It was something that he was still not used to. As you placed the plate and utensils down he glanced to where you sat, keeping his tone even, “You're not eating?”

“No.. I'm...” a flush rose in your cheeks as the man looked at you. Something in those eyes that saw too much. Swallowing thickly you tried to find your words again, “I'll eat later.”

“You should eat,” Boba tilted his head, suspecting that you had never returned to your quarters after making his tea. He gave a slight waive of his hand, “Please.”

“Yes Lord Fett,” Grabbing another plate you put an egg on a slice of toast and refilled your Kaf cup. His gaze was on you like a warm summer sun until you took that first bite. Glancing over you saw the man's lips turn up just slightly as he ate his meal. “I hope it's to your liking.”

“Quite good, thank you.” Boba could think of a few things he'd like to consume much better. Still he did not want to startle or distress, you always appeared flustered when he was near. There were more pressing matters that his mind needed to tend to, business always before pleasure. “Did the prisoner receive a meal.”

“Yes Lord Fett.” Rolling your eyes and giving a grunt, your tone was flatly annoyed.

Well that was a first he thought. “You don't much care for the majordomo?”

“Not particularly,” you bit out the words as though you had swallowed a bug.

Boba gave a huff of a laugh at that. So you had a temper.

“Anyone willing to deal with the Pikes is a damn fool,” Lips hovering on your mug you dared look the Daimyo in the eye, “But while also attempting to assassinate the new Daimyo... dead man walking.”

Boba couldn't help give a slight nod at that, even if his pride was a tad hurt. And foolish he had been, so distracted by his dealings with the syndicate so certain of the profits. All while his tribe was massacred by that speeder gang. But that was then, this was now. “At least he was smart enough to give me the information.”

You huffed, mind turning to more immediate concerns. The rotation on security had changed again, but most of all no audiences. “I didn't see anything on the schedule today.”

Boba didn't raise his head to reply, “Nothing worth mention.”

“Is that why you were awake?” You shouldn't poke the bear, you really shouldn't poke the bear.

Boba looked up from his omelet, seeing the softness of your eyes. You were concerned and curious. “Cleaning up messes.”

“Putting out fires,” You kept your tone easy as you pulled up your data pad to show a message from a friend in Mos Eisley. Partly about parts for your speeder and partly about an increase in unfriendly traffic. “Those fin heads are coming Lord Fett.”

Fennec watched you two dance around one another like a pair of tookas. She knew you had an edge to you, most did living on the outer rim. It did amuse her that you were finally relaxing around them enough to let your teeth show. “No need to worry your pretty head Cookie.”

“They're blood thirsty little piranhas.” You well remembered problems with them during the drought years. How ruthless they could be towards people who couldn't pay their protection.

“Yes but they can occasionally be dealt with,” Fennec kept a calm tone, watching you.

“Rather it ended quickly so that people could get back to living. But what do I know,” Tone low and sad you got up and headed to the sink, tone sharper than intended. “Enjoy your breakfast.”

“Cookie...” Fennec sighed taking a last drink. “I'm going to town, comm if you need anything.”

“Fennec, be careful.” You watched as she gave you a nod and left. Your thoughts were dark, grumbling in your throat you scrubbed harder at the last of the dishes. You hadn't meant to be moody, it was not like you at all. “I'm sorry...”

“For what?”

You jumped not realizing he had come up behind you. You were so startled that you dropped a glass. The shards sliced your finger, not badly but enough to be annoying. “Shit.”

“Here,” Boba started the faucet, placing your hand under it. “I didn't mean to...”

“No it's... I should be more careful.” Keeping your head down you weren't sure if you could meet his gaze. “I shouldn't have snapped.”

“I think Fennec will survive,” Boba could see your face flushing as he sprayed some bacta on your hand. His tone turning soft, a rarity, but you seemed to bring that out. “There, doesn't look bad.”

“Thank you,” You tried not to stammer as his hands held yours, strong and larger than your own. Glancing up to meet his gaze you almost froze, “Lord Fett.”

“Boba,” He smirked and raised your hand to his lips, giving a light brush of his lips to your knuckles. “My name is Boba.”

“Boba,” you nodded dumbly as he slowly released your hand.

“Kaylee,” Boba inclined his head to you.

Your heart thundered in your ears. Watching as he gestured for you to sit again. He nodded for you to at least finish your Kaf and so the two of you sat like that for a time. It was companionable, without the need to fill the silence.

Boba waited till you had relaxed again, speaking quietly so not to startle. “The tea last night, you put black melon milk in it.”

“Helps settle the nerves,” you shrugged sipping at your drink and not quite looking at Boba. It was such a short name for a man who cast such a large shadow. “and I didn't want to waste the melon on just my tea.”

Boba hummed at that. “And what is it that keeps you awake Kaylee?”

“Things better left in the past...”

“I over stepped...” then he felt your small hand take his own, just holding it lightly.

“S'alright. My Papa would say that honesty is good for the soul.” You sigh with a sad little smile, “Sometimes memories aren't always pleasant and come when we least want them.”

“He sounds like a wise man.”

Patting his hand you study the inside of your mug, tone a little bitter sweet, “He was.”

Screaming and several squeals rang through the halls of the Palace, causing both of you to jump. Boba got to the throne room first. There was Ro, Weem, and Drash standing next to an ornate wood box on the floor. Nikita stood frozen several steps away, a dune sea asp staring her down. The large serpent baring its fangs at the girl.

“Don't move, be still.” Boba began to approach the viper his helmet display lighting up trying to target the creature. It was just too close, still in range to strike the girl before he could shoot.

“Fuck!” Drash could shoot herself for accepting the damn shipment, it was her fracking fault it should be her. “Nikita it's gonna be ok. I swear it'll be ok.”

Nikita cried silently, tears trailing her cheeks as she tried to remain still.

“Nikita cat, look at me sweetie.” Stars and maker help you, no please don't let this happen. Your heart was in your throat and you wanted to scream. But that wouldn't help any, “'Kita Cat, come on look at me, look at me.”

The young woman glanced at you finally getting her eyes off the snake.

“Good girl, just... you remember what we used to say? When you kids would hide,” you stepped just a bit closer holding out a hand as if to grasp hers, “Far and away we won't be afraid. Just keep your eyes on me.”

“Far and away we won't be afraid. Far and away we won't be afraid...” the girl whispered the words over and over still looking at you.

“Good, keep her calm,” The snake was a message, a very clear one meant for him. Boba knew the asp could kill with its fangs as well as blind and maim by spitting its venom. If he could get the snake to go for him instead the armor would protect him.

“Mama Kay,” the high pitched terror in Nikita's voice ripped you in two, “I don't wanna die.”

“Kark it...” Swallowing hard you got ready to do something really stupid. You had given your word to protect the kids and that was one thing you would not break. Even if their parents were long dead, you had given your word. “Drash get to the drop switch.”

Boba's helmet turned to you, gut dropping to his boots. “What are you...”

Throwing a dish rag at the snake you ran between it and Nikita. The snake hissed furiously and slithered fast as lightning forward to strike at you. “Now Drash!”

“Haar'chak!” The floor went out, sending you to the rancor pit. Boba shot the viper, spraying it with the flame thrower for good measure after. His temper flared, how could you be so foolish? Looking over at Nikita she appeared no worse for wear, Drash had her well in hand. Angrily striding across the room he barked at the Gamoreans, “Clean up this mess! And find out where that came from.”

It was dark, barely any light came down from above. You could hear Drash though, sounding more like the scared girl you had first met and less the confident young woman you knew. “Mama Kay?!”

“I'm alright,” It was a huge lie. Your leg hurt, kark it hurt so bad. It had been a longer drop than you thought and you had heard crunch on landing. This job was getting more and more hazardous to your health. “Ahhhh!”

“Raaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!”

“Oh dank....” looking around the dark beady eyes of the Rancor met your own. The breath froze in your lungs, body throbbing in pain as the ground vibrated with its roar.

The beast uncurled from where it slept coming to a crouch over you. It's lumbering head turning this way and that studying the new visitor. One large clawed hand came to paw roughly at your hurt leg.

“Hrrgg...” You couldn't help grunting in pain, but the large animal didn't move to harm you further, just studying you. It's large head lowering to sniff and snort, drool falling from it's large fangs. Vol had said that Rancors could be quite sweet. Reaching up to stroke the big beasts muzzle, it huffed a high pitched sound and blinked at you. “You... you like that? Ok we can... we can do that.”

“Open the cage.” Boba kept his voice low, striding into the dark space carefully. While he was confident the beast would not harm him, he did not wish to place you in further danger by startling it. He could hear the deep grunts of the Rancor's breathing, but couldn't see you. “Kaylee?”

“Down here,” it came out pained. You continue stroking and cooing at the rancor, trying to keep calm. In all honesty if your leg weren't on fire this would be infinitely enjoyable “Whose the most fearsome rancor? Such a tough looking fella, just a big sweetie aren't you? Yes you are, yes you are! The best boy aren't you.”

Boba crossed his arms over his chest tilting his helmet to the side. He wasn't sure which outweighed the other, his anger at your reckless behavior or the amusement of seeing you treat the Rancor like a massif puppy. “Miss Manu, you are a hazard to yourself.”

“I'm in no position to disagree,” Glancing to the side and giving a weak grimace you could tell the man was steamed, voice turning sheepish, “It was dumb. I know it was dumb. Please don't fire me... Gaaahh!”

The Rancor accidentally brushed your leg again sending pain shooting. Nausea rose in your throat and your breathing came in little gasps. Oh it was definitely broke.

“Alright boy, easy now go to Vol.” Boba patted the beast and directed it to where the handler stood in the corner. The beast whined and lumbered off, giving him a clear look at the damage. Boba scooped you up easily, carrying you silently up the tower. Partially he was silent to let you stew a little, you deserved that a bit for scaring him. A deeper part of him though simply wanted to absorb the feeling of you in his arms again. The way your chest rose and fell as you breathed, the soft curves of your body in his hands. How you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and neck.

“I'm sorry.” He heard you whisper.

You were toast, so freaking toast. Closing your eyes as Boba walked with you up the stairs, head laying in the crook of his neck, tears fell. It had been nice while it lasted, shouldn't have gotten used to it anyway, maybe Garsa would let you moonlight again. At least Nikita was safe and the kids were cared for, Boba would see to them even if you weren't here. All the worst thoughts running through your mind. You didn't realize at first where the big man had placed you down.

“It's going to hurt when this boot comes off,” Boba's temper had eased seeing the tear stains on your cheeks, you wouldn't even look at him just keeping your eyes down. Taking his gloves off and placing them in his helmet to the side, Boba used just the tips of his fingers to raise your head. Your lip quivered and his face softened. Giving you a ghost of a smile he gently stroked your jaw. “Who would make me tea if you left, hmm? Just have to keep you around... though I may have to take away anything sharp from the kitchen.”

Snorting at the joke you let out a shuddering breath, relief flooded your body. Giving him a weak smile and wincing as he eased the boot off. “Thank you, Boba.”

“Lay back mesh'la, this is not going to be pleasant.”

“Pain I'm used too,” A droid came over and scanned you. Boba cut into your pants-leg exposing the area. The droid gave you a shot of medication and with a few quick movements reset the limb. Even with the drugs it hurt like a mother kriffer.

“Fuuuuuck!”

“Here drink this,” Handing you a glass of whiskey he watched as you downed the amber liquid without a flinch. The droid had suggested putting you in the tank, but Boba watched as you shook your head no. He assisted in the removal of your coveralls, you wore simple small clothes beneath. The droid placed bacta wraps on your leg and a splint, finally leaving you be. He couldn't help noticing you relax when it left. “Rest now Kaylee, you're safe here.”

It would be so easy to get lost in those tigers eyes of his, to forget your place. The man was dangerous... very, very dangerous to you. Because you trusted him so readily, believed when he told you it was safe. You had seen too many dancing girls fall for the crime lords, officers and tycoons on the cruiser growing up. Even here in Mos Espa, you knew that it was a fairy tale. As you continued to hold his gaze, your brain had finally registered where it was he had brought you. The silk sheets, the quiet wind off the dunes, the warm spicy scent.

The man had placed you in his own bed.

You should run to your room this instant, broken leg or no. You felt far too much for the man to begin with but now... The seductive feeling of the soft bed beneath you as he gazed down was just too much. The slide of the material against the bared skin of your body, the way you wanted his scent to linger. Stars he had barely touched you to help get your clothes off, but you never wanted his hands to leave.

Oh, there be danger here. Shaking your head you tried to get back to reality, “I should go...”

“No.”

Boba placed a finger to your lips pausing your words and giving you a stern look. His fingers eased down your lips to your neck, watching as you swallowed hard. A faint smile tugged at his lips as his fingers finally came to press against your collar bones to make you lay back. He didn't miss as the goose flesh rose, nor your pupils dilating.

It all made sense to him now. The way you shied away, the nervousness, the little smiles. You liked him, in some small way you felt something for him. Boba relished as part of this puzzle finally fit. He would let you lead this little chase of theirs, because in the end he knew he would win. First things first though, “Rest Kaylee.”

You shivered as he placed the blankets over you, methodical and deliberately keeping eye contact. As his hand slid down the material you took hold of it. He didn't pull away, simply letting you hold his hand. Calluses and scars from a lifetime of work, a strong and even lethal grace to their dexterity. All that you could tell from the touch of his hand. Your tone was a whisper and some small part of you knew you should still run. But your heart had ever been the foolish sort and there was something there in the gruffness, the controlled tone. A sadness in his eyes that called to you. “I'm sorry if I scared you.”

“I don't frighten, cyar'ika.” He tilted his head, such a perceptive little thing. This woman so wise beyond her years. Soft yet strong, and so very sweet. A tough little cookie. He brushed his thumb affectionately over your palm before placing it on your stomach. “Close your eyes Kaylee, sleep.”

“Yes Boba.” The pain medication had been lulling you there already, but it was his deep tenor that made you obey the command. Your last thought before sleep took hold was how nicely your name fell from his lips.

Boba watched you, only for a moment to be sure that you were comfortable. Rangir, who was he trying to fool? He may as well admit that it pleased that hungry part him to see you laying in his bed. Seeing your soft body wrapped in his sheets as a faint smile curved those plush lips. Next time though it would be different, you would be here of your own choosing. Next time you would beg him to stay.

Rising he replaced his gloves and tucked his helmet under his arm. Pausing to glance down on you one more time. “Nuhoy jahaala Kaylee, jate vercopa.”

Translations:

Dral runi- Bright Soul

Cyar'ika- Sweetheart

Mesh'la- Beautiful

Haar'chak- Damn it!

Rangir- To hell with it

Nuhoy jahaala, jate vercopa- Sleep well, good dreams

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