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[acatalystrising]

After a new job, relationship, and now an upcoming move to plan for, I’m FINALLY back to writing! Here we have, at long last, chapter four of Moth to a Flame! This story has taken so many turns and I have a million ideas, so there will be more chapters to come! For now, I hope you enjoy!

Here are the links to chapters one, two, three, and five!

Minor nsfw, no other warnings.

Moth to a Flame Chapter Four

“Having trouble, mesh’la?”

Boba Fett’s deep rasp had taken a uniquely playful tone as he walked beside you, the clinking of his spurs breaking the calm silence. He watched you carefully, brow raised, a knowing look in his dark eyes - eliciting yet another furious blush as you tried to regain your balance.

You’d fallen in love before, of course. Had your doomed relationships that went nowhere, leaving you with only a broken heart in their wake. But this? Stars, you’d never had a person make you feel like this.

Head still spinning from the kisses in the rancor pit, you’d nearly tripped as you ascended the palace steps.

“Oh, I’m fine, just clumsy,” you managed to right yourself and smirk at your own expense, “wouldn’t be the first time I’ve tripped on my own two feet.”

But it’s the first time I’ve fallen this hard…

You almost said it. Almost voiced the roaring thoughts in your head, but they were locked behind your lips - past experiences and fears strong enough to curb your tongue.

“Then we’ll use precaution,” Boba extended a gauntleted arm with a smooth flourish as he walked beside you. “Allow me.”

“Such a gentlemen,” you placed your hand on his arm and he chuckled, the sound warming your chest and making you weak-kneed all over again.

You snuck a glance at him as you both passed a set of windows, the moonlight filtering through the hewn stone, illuminating the pathway beyond. Your jaw nearly dropped when you saw his green armor glinting in the pale lighting, which cast a silvery sheen onto his eyes and skin. Maker, he was gorgeous. His broad frame overshadowed yours, study and resolute - the build of a warrior. Every scar, every muscle spoke of a life spent as a vicious bounty hunter, someone many still feared. This once again served as a reminder of the danger he posed - not merely for the weapons he carried, but for the weapon he was.

And yet, he was gentle with you.

“Like what you’re seeing?” His voice was soft, softer than you’d expected for someone of his reputation, and you frowned, noting a hesitation there.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d suspect that Boba Fett, of all people, doubted his worth. For all the power, grace, and confident charm he exuded, you suspected there were many wounds hiding behind those honeyed brown eyes.

“Always,” you gripped his arm tighter as if that alone could reassure him, to help him see the truth you were discovering. “How could I not?”

The beskar was cool to the touch - but it didn’t frighten you. Relief, not dread, washed through you as your fingers ghosted over chips in the paint. You felt grateful for the armor that kept him safe, helped him stay alive all those years to be here, now…with you.

He hummed, brows furrowed in thought. For a moment, he seemed so far away - mind lost in the spiraling galaxy above. You didn’t know what dwelled in that mind, but stars, you wanted to learn, to dive deep into vastness that was as wide as space itself. Wanted to help him see he wasn’t alone, as he’d shown you.

“Thank you…for everything.” You finally spoke, voice equally soft, and he regarded you with a gentle stoicism you now understood to be rapt attention. “I’m not…used to this. I’ve done what I can to care for the animals, my friends…but I’m just…me. I’ve never caught the attention of anyone important.”

His dark brow flicked up as he silently helped you up the next flight of steps, lips set firmly as he guided you through his palace. It was ironic, that after all these years of fearing the likes of Jabba the Hutt and Bib Fortuna, you found yourself exploring the halls of their former home with the new Daimyo. Someone who, unlike them, was fair and just - walking beside you in thoughtful silence.

It was a peaceful quiet, really.

Contemplative, even. In truth, you didn’t mind - it was comforting in the way a mountain would assuredly always stand. The way the stars shone in the sky, lighting your path home in the dark. True as the suns and moons that blazed above in celestial wonder. Boba Fett was only a man, you knew - but he felt like something eternal.

“You intrigued me the day we met.” When he finally spoke, he was achingly somber, those dark brows furrowed in thought as he led you down an adjacent hallway. “I’ve been alone for…a long time. Didn’t think that would ever change. Took weeks for Fennec to convince me to return.”

Weeks? You found it difficult to picture this big, broad bounty hunter being afraid of anything - much less your rejection.

“Stars Boba, I’m not scary. Sure, I was frightened at first when you stopped by,” you shrugged with a small grin, meeting his waiting gaze. “Think about it - the most renowned bounty hunter, now our Daimyo, back from the dead, walking into my clinic.”

“Didn’t wish to frighten you.” He looked away, fumbling with the helmet tucked at his side as if looking for a means of escape.

You noted the rigid posture, the squared shoulders, the armor that went much deeper than beskar draped over his heart. A heart that, despite all the things he’d done, the blood he’d spilled, had always been something soft…something wanting love. It broke you, to see it - a soul so akin to your own despite your vastly different experiences. Perhaps you weren’t the only one who bore inner scars still mending.

“Boba.” You stopped, waiting for him to do the same, softening your voice the way you would for a pacing, caged animal. You didn’t see him that way, of course, but you recognized when someone felt trapped.

He paused, shifting on his heels to face you, expression guarded, a great weight lingering in his eyes. And damn it all, those eyes were an ocean, one you’d willingly drown in. There was a wisdom there, beyond his years, a depth of pain that spoke of decades of trauma and loneliness. Stars, you wanted nothing more in than moment than to love him so fiercely, so wholly, he could set it all aside - if even for a moment.

Maker, what all had this devastatingly beautiful, broken man endured?

“I’m not afraid. In fact, you’ve captured my heart, I think.” You dared to speak your mind, smiling nervously as you forced yourself to continue. “You have since you first set foot in my clinic.”

Boba’s eyes locked onto you, gleaming in the moonlight, and you swore to the stars you saw hope.

“The feeling,” his lips curved in a fond, yet sad, smile - watching you with such intensity you felt his gaze bore into your very soul. “Is mutual.”

You could only nod, so moved by the dualities of his gentleness and strength as he resumed leading you down a hall you recognized, the one that led to the dining room.

The truth was, you’d been alone for so long.

His words both warmed your heart and left an ache lingering in your chest. In your experience, good things didn’t last. You’d lost much in your life, and you couldn’t help but wonder…would you lose this, too?

“You’re quiet,” Boba’s voice rumbled through you as he led you into the dining room. “Something wrong?”

You blinked, realizing you felt so comfortable with him that you had slipped deep into your thoughts. Whether he knew it or not, he’d proven to be safe enough for you to lower your guard - and that didn’t happen with many.

“No,” you regarded him with a smile, finding him watching you with rapt attentiveness. Once again, the hunter in him was too keen - something you were still adjusting to…but he deserved the truth. “I don’t…have much of a family. You’ve been so kind, and I enjoy your company, I just don’t want it all to…”

Silence fell as the words cut off in your throat, as if held by back an invisible fist around your neck.

He led you to the vast spread of food, pulling out a chair for you in silence. He sat at the head of the table beside you, graciously waiting for you to gather your thoughts. You didn’t want to admit it - admit that you were afraid. Not of him anymore, no, but of losing him. That mental shift had happened quickly - very quickly, you might add - and it forced you to face the real question at hand. Stars, had you already fallen in love with Boba Fett?

“Look at me, sweet girl.”

Boba’s voice was soft, rumbling through you like a caress, prompting you to meet his gaze. You found a raw adoration in those amber shot eyes, so intense it left you breathless.

“There’s no hidden motive,” he placed a hand over yours, gloved fingertips lightly caressing your knuckles. “We’ll take things however slow, or at whatever pace, that you wish.”

You nodded, and his lips curled in an easy smile that made your heart race, but his gaze still held a note of seriousness that commanded your attention.

“I’ve no intentions of walking away,” he raised a brow, moving to lift his hand from yours. “Unless you ask me to.”

You mourned the loss of his touch and fought the urge to lean forward and take his hand back in yours, heartbeat still pounding in your ears as you shook your head.

“I’d never ask that,” you smiled, fears melting away. His mere presence did that - cutting away the darkness in your mind. “So I suppose you’re stuck with me, my Daimyo.”

“With a beauty such as you?” He lifted a cup in his big hand and raised it to his lips with a devilish smirk, voice impossibly husky. “If I’d ever be so lucky.”

You watched him drink, eyes locked on you, and couldn’t help but squirm under his gaze. It was intense, to feel so captured, and yet so at home.

“Please, eat,” he gestured at the spread of food, armor glinting in the firelight. “Look like a princess in that dress.”

Heat blossomed on your cheeks as you raised one of the cups to your lips, the wine smooth and sweet on your tongue.

-

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, the food, his close proximity, or all three - but you felt nearly euphoric as you and Boba conversed well into the night.

It quickly became apparent that he was brilliant…more brains then you’d expected from a man with his brawn. Stoic and direct, but with a surprisingly dry, humorous side - he never missed an opportunity to compliment you, his smirks and light touches sending you spiraling deeper and deeper into an abyss that you never wanted to escape.

“I’m still curious about the nexu,” Boba crossed his broad arms, leaning back into his chair, brow slightly raised as he regarded you with a small, crooked smile. “What do you plan to do with her once she’s older?”

“They’re native to thick jungles and heavily forested areas, but adapt well to new environments.” You took another sip of your wine and shifted in your seat, suddenly wishing he was closer, that he’d kiss you again. “I’m hoping to train her, and eventually build her a nice, big enclosure.”

“Tell me if you need assistance,” he set down his fork and wiped his bare fingers clean with a napkin, and a very, very traitorous part of you watched those thick, yet nimble digits with another blush. “The animals deserve good lives.”

Think about the topic. Think about your nexu. Don’t let your mind wander… you swallowed, nodding, glancing away and taking another gulp of wine. Gods, you were in trouble. Kriff, kriff, kriff, he’s so attractive. I just want to…

“I…thank you,” cheeks burning, you shifted again to press your thighs together in a sad attempt to alleviate the ache in your core, and his gaze flitted over you like a caress - those dark, beautiful eyes flecked with gold locking on you with intense focus.

Damn it all, of course he’d notice. He was a bounty hunter, the best bounty hunter - he knew how to observe people. And right now, you were hopelessly tipsy bordering on drunk, and he was reading you like a book.

“You seem distracted…something the matter?” He quirked a brow, the corner of his lip curved in a sly smirk. “You can tell me, mesh’la.”

Oh gods, the man was toying with you. You’d willingly walked right into the hunter’s snare…and he knew it. He had you right where he wanted you, and you couldn’t have been happier.

“Oh, I…I’m fine,” heat crawled over your ears, and you knew you were blushing, dipping your head down to take another sip of your wine, the potent wine loosening your tongue. “You’re just…so beautiful. That’s all.”

Boba fell silent, and for a moment you worried you’d offended him. You anxiously glanced back up, only to find his trademark scowl replaced by a uniquely shocked expression.

“You mean that?” His tone was gruff, brows lowering with confusion, he gestured at his face with a shrug. “Even though I’m…this scarred?”

Oh maker, you wanted to hug him. Kiss him senseless and show him just how attractive you thought he was.

“Of course I do,” you leaned forward, subtly scooting your chair closer to his, heartbeat pounding like a drum. “What a silly thing to say. Scars don’t make people ugly, they’re signs of survival. Marks of honor. And yours make you stunning.”

The sound that emitted from deep in Boba Fett’s chest was the closest thing to a strained groan you’d ever heard him make. And gods, it nearly sent you spiraling. You shifted closer to the edge of your seat, breath snagging in your throat when he scooted his chair back and regarded you, head tilted to the side, legs spread, fingers steadily tapping the armrest as if he were on his throne. If you hadn’t already been blushing, your face was assuredly as red as the suns when he shifted his hand and patted his muscled thigh, voice a beckoning purr.

“Come here, little one. Take a seat.”

Oh. Good. Gods.

How the kriff were you even supposed to move? And yet you stood before your speeding thoughts could process the actions, moving on wobbly legs to stop before him.

He regarded you with a stern expression, save for the glimmer of a smile in his eyes, a subtle softness which prompted you to sit on his thigh. A strong arm curled around you, hand resting comfortably at your hip, holding you securely against him even as a chuckle rumbled from his chest, sending more heat curling to your core.

“You’re the beautiful one. So perfect.” He lifted a hand to caress your jaw, touches feather light as he explored your skin. “This okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, voice hoarse, heart pounding so loud you wondered if it would burst. “You, you’re…”

“I’m what, princess?” He shifted, and your cheeks burned when you felt his hardened arousal solid like durasteel beneath you. “Remember what I told you earlier, sweet flower - use your words.”

You nodded, daring to lean further against his chest, closing the remaining distance between you, the contradictory coolness of the beskar and warmth of his body oddly comforting. Kriff, the things you’d only do with Boba.

“You’re…unlike anyone I’ve met before.” You took a breath, trying your best to gather your thoughts as his fingers traced circles over your skin, nearly sending your poor brain into a mad spiral. “You make me feel safe.”

He nodded, a certain pride shining in his eyes at that, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your pulse point. He lifted a hand to your face, fingers caressing your bottom lip, hesitating. You dared to flick out your tongue over his finger, and he growled, dropping his hand to your chin and guiding you into another kiss with more rumbled praise.

“Good girl.”

You whimpered against him, you couldn’t help it, core clenching around nothing even as heat pooled between your legs. Just the fact of knowing that he was so close, that he was affected by you too, made your thoughts blur until you no longer knew what end was up. And yet he was so, so strong, holding you as he deepened the kiss. Protective, ensuring you wouldn’t fall. Respectful, always waiting for you to take the next step.

“Liked that, hmm?” Boba drug his lips along your cheek, warm breath washing over your skin. “Tell me if I should stop.”

“Please don’t,” your voice was nearly breathless as you tried to string your words together. “Please…”

He hummed, kissing your neck, then your jawline, dragging his lips up to capture yours. You leaned into him, deepening the kiss, shifting so you were straddling his lap. He grunted, pressing a hand to the small of your back, guiding your hips in a slow grind.

It had admittedly been a while since you’d been with someone. And there’d been a reason…a reason you’d elected to ignore for the moment. Trauma be damned - you wanted this with Boba, wanted him. So you ignored the flare of panic spiking in your chest like an errant flame.

This was Boba. He was safe.

He wanted you to feel protected, even now.

So you moved with him like you imagined water would flow, following his movements, letting him guide you. You ground against his length, eliciting a deep groan from the Daimyo, and dared to press kisses along his powerful jawline and down his neck. His own kisses were all encompassing, demanding, yet soft as you explored him, slowly lowering a wandering hand to his pants.

“Mesh’la,” Boba’s voice was impossibly gruff, yet direct enough to get your attention. You stopped your advancements, looking up at him with a frown. “You’re drunk. Don’t wanna make you do anything you’ll regret.”

“You’re not…I want this,” you pressed a kiss to the corner of his lip, anxiety worming it’s way into your chest. “Unless you don’t…”

Boba wrapped both of his arms around you and held you flush with his armored chest, amber gaze dark, locked on you.

“I want you, ad’ika.” He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, the light touch sending a shiver down your spine. “Been a bit since I’ve been with someone. Wanna do it right.”

Heat flared in your cheeks and you looked away, swallowing hard, head still spinning.

“Yeah…it’s been some time for me, too.”

Boba’s fingers found your chin, gently lifting your face to meet his. As always, he bore his trademark sternness, brows lowered, gaze intense, as he seemed to observe you from a new lens.

“Your former partners…they didn’t care about you.” He spoke gently despite the severity of his expression, thumb gently caressing your throat, a reminder that there was no judgement - no shame.

And it hadn’t been posed as a question.

“Well,” you sighed, a weight in your chest resurfacing and threatening to pull you under. “No…”

He nodded, lips pursed in thought, thumb still stroking your neck.

“You deserve better,” he finally gave you a warm smile, a softness you hadn’t expected dancing in his eyes. “When the time comes, if you’ll have me, I’ll ensure you’re never left wanting again.”

Stars, his gentleness and caring words nearly made you want to cry. You managed to nod, still too overcome by the influx of emotions to speak. He gently rubbed your back, and you curled against him, held securely in his arms.

“We’re all fighting our pasts,” he kept his voice low, soft, soothing - similar to the way you’d been with him earlier. “We can learn to heal together.”

You nodded, tucking your chin against his neck, and closing your eyes with a soft sigh. He held you close in a comfortable silence, as if he understood more than you’d expected.

Every single day, you’d fought. Endured, to be strong. Struggled for everything you had, for the name you’d made for yourself and your clinic. Sacrificed so much for the animals you loved. And for the most part, you’d done it all alone. But now…perhaps you didn’t have to.

“I…” you finally spoke, albeit hesitantly - stars, how were you supposed to explain trauma? “Thank you…”

“Should be thanking you for giving an old bounty hunter a chance,” he held you close, resting his chin over your head in a gesture you swore was protective. “You’ve had a lot to drink. If you want that, let’s wait for a special occasion, hmm?”

“Okay.” You gripped his arm tighter, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “Because I do want that. With you. I just…have my own demons to face.”

“We’ll face them together,” he ran a hand through your hair with a gentle caress.

You nodded, snuggling against him, a heaviness settling in your bones as exhaustion slowly took you over.

“C’mon little one, let’s get you home.” Boba’s voice rumbled sweetly through you, and you nodded, letting him gather you in his embrace.

-

By the time you made it back to the clinic, Boba helped you upstairs to your rooms, a hand at your back, ensuring you wouldn’t fall.

You were too tired to worry about the presentability of your home, letting him guide you to your bed without a single fleeting concern. Once you were nestled under your covers, he stood at your bedside like some kind of green armored guardian angel, a softness in his gaze that contradicted his powerful physique.

“Boba…” you wearily reached for him, words starting to slur. Damn, you were drunk. And exhausted. But for the first time in a while, you felt happy.

“What is it?” He raised a brow at you, gently taking your hand in his.

“Please…stay? Just…wanna be close.” You held onto his hand as tightly as you could. “You make me feel safe. Please?”

He was silent for a moment, and just as you began to worry he’d refuse, he reached up and fiddled with one of his pauldrons, removing the piece of armor with practiced ease. You watched him remove that legendary beskar that kept him safe, that marked his identity, all too aware of the implied trust in the moment.

The bed depressed with his weight as he joined you under the covers, clad in his undershirt and pants. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his chest, thundering heartbeat melodious to your ears.

“This okay?” His voice was soft, so achingly gentle it made you want to kiss him again.

“It’s perfect,” you twined your legs with his, feeling so warm and protected, your anxieties melting away. “Thank you.”

He hummed a response, a hand carding through your hair, lulling you to sleep.

“Goodnight, mesh’la.” His voice was gentle, soothing, as your consciousness faded to black. “You’re safe with me.”

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Here is another’s great story for Fandom Friday.

from @acatalystrising

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“Moth to a Flame”

Boba Fett x fem reader

Chapters are marked with warnings.

You need to read it. Boba calls you “little one” so many times… 🥵😍

Well, we all know I’m just a straight-up sucker for certain pet names, and Boba using “little one” is absolutely in my top 5 for reasons. Spice aside, I do love the angle of reader being a veterinarian and love the potential that has! And “love grand enough to rattle the stars”?

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We are finally at chapter three of my Boba Fett x Veterinarian!Reader fic, Moth to a Flame! I had an absolute blast writing it, and holllyyy moly I don’t know if I’ve ever made myself blush from my own writing like this…ahem. Anyway. I’m already writing chapter four and I hope you enjoy!

Here are links to chapters one, two, and four!

This one is rated MA, no NSFW (yet…)

Moth to a Flame Chapter Three

The sunrises were barely cresting over the curving dunes, and you were already rising with them.

The bantha had survived the night against all odds, and that alone made your stiff joints and sore back worth it. You’d do anything for them - the animals you cared for as you would a family. If you’d had one. You admittedly felt lonely sometimes, wishing for companionship, but the varying furred, scaled, and winged creatures kept you company, easing that pain.

Your thoughts kept returning to the night before, even as you checked the bantha for any signs of distress. She was louder this morning, more responsive, which was good…but that wasn’t truly what was on your mind.

You remembered Boba’s gentleness, his lips on your hand, yours on his cheek…his rumbling voice that made your head spin. He’d stayed with you, ensuring both you and the bantha were alright before returning to the palace. You’d never had anyone do that before. And to think…the safest man you’d ever met happened to be the deadliest. You weren’t sure how to reconcile the two.

“There you are!”

A voice interrupted your thoughts and you turned, watching your friend Kali enter the barn, clad in her usual skirt, colorful top, and boots. She looked slightly worried, which was odd for someone of her cheerful disposition, brows furrowed as she approached.

“She’s going to be okay, it was good you got me back here in time,” you stroked the bantha’s thick fur and forced a smile despite your tumultuous thoughts. “I’m not upset.”

“That’s good,” the woman regarded you with slightly narrowed eyes, lips parted as if hesitating to speak her mind. “Listen…I need to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?” You leaned against the stall door, clicking it back shut, mild unease twisting your gut. Was she moving? Unable to care for the animals any longer? Blaming herself about the bantha?

Kali took a breath, running a hand through her thick hair with a degree of nervousness you’d never seen before.

“Are you…still talking to the Daimyo?” She watched you carefully, almost hesitantly…as if she was afraid. She fiddled with her skirt, fingers twisting at the fabric, lips twisted in a frown.

You blinked. This wasn’t a normal reaction from her at all - you’d known Kali for a while, but this…was strange.

“Yes, I am,” you met her gaze with a raised brow, crossing your arms with a small sigh. “Something wrong?”

Kali nodded, lips worming into a deeper frown. Stars, she was scared.

“I was afraid of that…listen. You know he’s Boba Fett, right?” Kali stepped forward, her unease nearly palpable. “He’s dangerous, okay? You can’t trust him. If he’s this interested in you, there’s gonna be an ulterior motive. Got it? I don’t want to see you get yourself killed…”

“I know who he is,” this time you did frown, regarding her with a weary sigh. “Look, I appreciate it, but I’m no fool, I know of his reputation. But he’s never hurt me, respects me, and makes me feel safe. I’m not in danger, Kal…”

She merely nodded, gaze leery, clearly in disbelief. She pinched the bridge of her nose with a frown and turned to leave, tone confusingly soft.

“I’m warning you because you’re my friend, okay?” Her stern gaze softened to something nearly sorrowful. “Just…please be safe. He was a bounty hunter…they don’t make friends. They use people. I don’t want to see you used, too.”

She left without another word, closing the barn doors behind her with a groaning shriek, shutting you inside with only your muddled thoughts as company.

-

“Come here, you little troublemaker!”

The back room of your clinic had descended into chaos - animals calling out as you rushed past, sweat beading your brow. It seemed a day that had started with an unsettling warning was only getting worse.

Great, just great.

You were supposed to meet with Boba in a few precious hours, and the afternoon suns were already starting to sink beyond the far dunes, casting a golden light through your windows. You’d spent the whole day wrestling with your twisted emotions, warring between the safety you felt with Boba Fett, and hating that the poisonous idea of him potentially using you had settled in the back of your mind.

He wouldn’t do that…would he? You knew who he was - who he’d been. But he’d only ever been kind to you, almost sweet, if you could call a deadly man sweet. Something had clearly changed him, that much you’d seen, but how much of it was true?

Did he really have an interest in you, or were you simply another pawn in a bigger game?

You sighed in frustration as you turned another corner, eyes scanning the floor. You needed to close up shop and start getting ready…maker knew you’d need the hours to psyche yourself up for the evening. You wanted to be excited - and you still were, if you thought about it enough. But a thumping dread had settled in your chest…and it hadn’t gone away. You needed the time to think, to prepare…

But someone clearly had other ideas.

You twisted around a stack of crates, eyes locked on the small ball of fuzz and claws that skittered away with a mewling purr - too fast for you to catch without resorting to bribery.

“If that’s how you want this to go…” you pulled a strip of dried meat from your pocket, following the sounds of scampering claws with a roll of your eyes. “Here, kitty, kitty.”

It was silent for a moment, save for the answering yowl of one of the loth cats…but then you heard it - the front door sliding open.

Oh kriff. Not now.

A scrape of claws bounded down the hall toward the front, and you bolted after it with a groan. Great - now you’d have to console the poor customer from a near heart attack. How lovely.

“I’m so sorry, she won’t hurt you!” You burst into the waiting room, out of breath, heart pounding…

And found a helmetless Boba Fett kneeling on the ground, your nexu cub rubbing its back against his finger.

“Having trouble?” He glanced up at you, brow raised, those dark brown eyes rooting you in place, lips curved in a small smirk.

All your doubts suddenly seemed so small when you were in his presence, especially as you watched him treat one of your animals with such gentleness. Boba, you realized, was an enigma…a puzzle you so desperately wanted to solve.

“Oh stars, I, uh…yeah,” heat crawled up your cheeks as he gathered the nexu in his gloved hands and stood, handing her back to you. “Sorry about that.”

“No need,” his fingers brushed yours as you took the cub, holding her close to your chest. “You’ve got quite the exotic pet yourself.”

“Saved her from a merchant,” you held her carefully, stopping her from leaping back to the ground. “But she sure can be a handful. Thanks for your help.”

He dipped his head in a graceful nod, and you noticed, despite your own desire for self-preservation, that there appeared to be several new marks of blaster scoring on his chestplate. It was as if life itself wanted to give you a reminder of Kali’s warning.

“Some gang was causing trouble, thought they’d get a jump on me.” His voice interrupted your thoughts, and you looked at him, seeing he was regarding you with a knowing look as he gestured at his armor. Stars, did he miss anything? “Didn’t want you to walk over alone…that is, if you still wanted to?”

Did he also sense your unease? Could he read your body language, knowing you felt apprehension? Stars, you felt over your head. Who exactly were you dealing with?

“Of course I do, I just…” you mustered enough bravery to meet his gaze. He’d only ever been kind to you, hadn’t threatened you in any way. He was direct, honest - at least you’d thought so - he deserved your honesty as well. “I know…of your past. You know, as a bounty hunter. Are you? I mean, am I? Ugh…” you sighed, suddenly at a loss for words. “Are you, you know, actually interested in me? Or…”

Stars, you didn’t even want to say it. Didn’t want to risk the chance that it would be true.

His brows furrowed, a distinctly serious expression settling on that devastatingly handsome face. Great, now you’d upset him…would he yell? Shout? Hurt you? Would he-

“Oh mesh’la,” he stepped forward but didn’t touch you, stoic expression giving slightly to a small smile. “I’m not…good at this. But I promise I’m very interested in you, for you.”

He offered a gloved hand, palm up, and you slipped your hand into his instinctively. He dipped his scarred head to press a gentle kiss to your skin, eyes never leaving you.

“I want you to feel safe,” he straightened, a strange, nearly sad, expression flitting in his eyes like a shadow. “But if that’s not possible, I understand…”

He went to release your hand and you emitted a whimper, tightening your grip on his. He raised a brow almost playfully, and you clutched the nexu cub to your chest, the words bubbling from your lips before you could fully process them.

“I do feel safe with you, Boba,” you met his gaze and your cheeks burned when his fingers gently caressed the underside of your wrist, sending tremors down your spine. “I want to spend time with you. I just had to know…”

“I’m an honest man. If you have questions, I’ll answer them.” He searched your face, expression nearly hopeful, as if he’d found something impossibly healing in your gaze alone. “Don’t wanna blow my chances.”

Stars, he was afraid. Perhaps you both had been. It warmed your heart, in a way, to see him concerned about upsetting you.

“You won’t,” you dared to give his hand a gentle squeeze before pulling away, glancing down at the nexu with a smirk. “Let me put her away and I’ll get ready. That okay?”

“Take your time, little one,” his deep voice was impossibly soft, that fond smirk already back on his lips. “I’ll wait as long as you need.”

-

You clung to Boba tightly on the speeder ride back to the palace, shamelessly seeking comfort in his broad, strong frame.

You couldn’t help it - still reeling from the emotions of the day despite the relief that now bubbled like a fresh spring in your chest as the truth rang through your mind like a clarion call.

He wasn’t using you. He was interested.

That revelation alone made you feel lighter even as he drove under the palace’s raised gate, coming to a stop besides a massive starship. The moment your eyes fell on it, recognition flooded through you. You’d seen it before, flying over Mos Espa all those years ago. Boba Fett’s ship was nearly as notorious as the bounty hunter himself. It was yet another sobering reminder of who exactly you were with, but for once, it didn’t scare you.

Damn it all, it exhilarated you.

“You like her?” Boba’s tone was raspier under the helmet, domed helm tilting toward the ship in observation. He almost sounded hesitant.

“She’s beautiful,” you were nearly breathless as he shifted in the seat, warm body leaning further into you, a gloved hand reaching back and smoothing your green dress over your thigh.

“Not as much as you,” his voice was the strangest mix of a growl and a purr, and it only made you blush harder. “Shall we visit the rancor?”

“I-I’d love that,” you nearly babbled your words when he stood, holding out a hand to help you off the speeder. Stars, he looked so good in that beskar, the deep greens and dark reds pleasing to your eye. And that was nothing, really, when you knew the man beneath the armor was just as striking.

The things he did to you.

His touch was gentle as he helped you dismount, a comfortable silence settling between you both as you walked the now familiar path to the rancor’s den.

“He’s been happier,” Boba stopped at the door, lifting his helmet off with the soft hiss of an airlock, revealing those stern features interestingly bearing a fond smile. “I have you to thank for that.”

The moment he opened the doors, you couldn’t mask your grin even if you’d tried, coming face to face with a very happy, very excited rancor who was waiting for you both.

“Hey boy, it’s good to see you,” you stepped inside, Boba right behind, fearlessly stretching to reach the itchy spot behind his face. “Someone’s gotten bigger, I think.”

The rancor rumbled, standing to its feet, towering over you even as you ran a hand under its chin, scratching the tough, leathery skin. The massive creature plopped back down, clawed hands harmlessly resting beside you, angling its head so you had a better reach. You, of course, only pet him more, once again fully enamored by this giant, magnificent creature.

“Must’ve heard us coming,” Boba stopped beside you, arms crossed, dipping his head towards his chest in a nearly shy gesture. “I’ll admit, I never thought I’d be jealous of a rancor.”

You eyed him curiously, trying to ignore the heat flaring your cheeks, lifting a brow with a small, hopeful smile.

“Jealous?” You couldn’t help but tease a little, daring to press a kiss to the rancor’s nose. “Whatever for?”

Boba chuckled darkly, the sound alone sending you into an absolute tailspin as he closed the distance between you, fingers brushing against your chin and lifting your face to meet his.

“Don’t toy with me, sweet girl,” his gaze flicked from your eyes to your lips, the corner of his lush lip curved in a nearly sinful smirk. “I’m patient, but I can only endure so much…”

Your knees almost buckled at that, heat blossoming in your core, and you did your best to mask it, only shifting ever so slightly forward. His smirk grew, a dark brow arching, the tension between you palpable as you tried to remember to breathe.

“Easy there,” his thumb caressed your throat and you tried so hard to stifle a moan. “Something wrong, mesh’la?”

How the kriff could he affect you so much with just a few simple touches? Maker, you were doomed. You knew many people had never survived an encounter with Boba Fett, and even though you knew your life wasn’t in danger, you were certain you wouldn’t be emerging from this unscathed.

“Kiss me,” your words were merely a choked whisper, unable to tear your gaze from his even as he chuckled again, face tilting slightly to the side.

“You’re sure?” His voice was nearly a growl, eyes scanning your face for any signs of discomfort. “Because I will, princess.”

“Yes,” you felt your face flush, too dumbstruck to try to pull away, breath caught in your throat as you threw caution to the wind. To hell with it all, you were hopelessly enamored, even if it was dangerous. “Please.”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Boba’s tone was impossibly husky as he closed the distance between you, his warm lips brushing against your skin.

His kiss was so achingly sweet it stole the breath from your lungs. He tilted your head to deepen the kiss, nipping at your bottom lip. You took the leap, parting your lips and teeth to give him more access, and you shivered when you felt the wide muscle of his tongue push through, claiming you, holding you so impossibly close, it was all you could do to hang on.

When you finally broke free, you were flushed and breathless, watching him with wide eyes as he smirked.

“You taste just as sweet as I’d imagined,” he leaned back in, pressing his forehead against yours. “Can I do that again?”

“God, yes,” you melted into his arms, and he smirked, kissing you again with a deep hum.

Boba’s free hand dropped to the small of your back, pressing you closer until you were clinging to his chestplate with scrabbling fingers, desperate for an anchor. He deepened the kiss, exuding so much strength and passion, you couldn’t help but sigh contentedly against him.

When your lips parted, you were worried you’d forgotten how to stand. His powerful arms held you against his chest, letting you gather your breath, head spinning - all from just a kiss.

The rancor rumbled behind you, and Boba lifted you completely from the ground as he expertly dodged the playful shove of its head. He was so damn strong, lifting you like you weighed nothing at all.

“Learned that from last time,” he smirked down at you, and you swore to the stars you were swooning as he placed you back on the sandy floor. “I wager we’d best head up to dinner before we choose to skip it entirely…”

You didn’t miss the growl in his voice, and kriffing hell you were convinced you would have collapsed into a puddle if he hadn’t still been holding you.

“Y-yeah,” you tried your best to speak, heart pounding so loudly in your ears you wondered if it would burst. “You’re…a really good…gods, you’re a really good kisser.”

“There’ll be more time for that later, if you want,” Boba caressed your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine, heat pooling in-between your legs. “We have all night, little one.”

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[acatalystrising]

SOOOO I have been on a ROLL with Moth to a Flame, and in a sudden burst of inspiration, I have chapter five already finished! Now we’re getting to the twisty turny fun of this story, but I’m only getting started. This one has much more angst then the previous chapters, so buckle up, buttercups…we’re in for a ride.

This chapter is rated MA for cannon violence, mentions of past trauma, and abuse.

Here is a link to chapter six!

Moth to a Flame Chapter Five

It had been many years since Boba Fett had awoken to a nexu’s distinct call, but waking up to a woman curled against him? Much longer.

In fact, he couldn’t recall if he ever stuck around long enough for any of his flings from his younger years to wake up the morning after. He’d been…different back then. Cold, selfish, and calloused. Uninterested in anything beyond an empty night of carnal pleasure.

Much had changed since those days - he had changed. Perhaps Fennec had been right - there was a chance he’d grown softer. But the years of a hardened life of bounty hunting would do that to anyone - especially to one who almost became sarlacc food.

He hadn’t intended to fall for anyone. Especially not now, heading a gotra, when he was arguably as busy as he’d ever been. Hadn’t ever thought he wanted or needed trivial things as romance. But you had ensnared him - smile as bright as the suns themselves, warming something in his heart that had been cold for so long. And he hadn’t been able to shake you from his mind, try as he had.

A weight of shame settled in his throat as you shifted with a soft groan, plush lips parted ever so slightly, blissfully asleep. But he noted with growing interest that you instinctively shifted closer, nestling yourself against his chest. You were so soft, small, and warm - the exact opposite of him; a man with more blood on his hands then you would hopefully ever know. And yet you trusted him enough that you invited him into your home, into your bed…such intimacies were foreign to him.

Your life couldn’t be more different than his - spending your days caring for others, for the animals so many ignored. It was so…sweet. Another thing he’d never expected his future self to admire in anyone, instead of scorn.

Yet he knew you had your traumas. Pain that had shaped you. There was a certain strength to you, hiding under that warm smile - a strength that only hardship and trials forged.

You shifted again, turning on your stomach so you were resting on his chest, chin tucked against his neck. He tentatively rested a hand on your shoulders and you mumbled something unintelligible, snuggling even closer. He couldn’t stop the small smile from curling his lips, equally unable to stop himself from carding his fingers through your hair. You mumbled again, slowly waking, and his smile broadened. Stars, you were so…perfect. His fingers brushed your hair away from your neck, and the moment it bared your skin, his smile waned, hand freezing in place.

Two long, silvery white scars ran diagonally across the back of your neck.

They were old, a testament to something that happened years ago - but it did not stop a nearly possessive rage from filling his chest. He’d been in his prior profession for many years. Long enough to know the marks of a collar when he saw them. Slavery? Empire? Something else?

Who, or what, would dare to harm someone as kind as you? He took a shuddering breath, willing himself to remain calm, even as his hunter’s mind already was calculating. Wondering who had hurt you. If they were still alive so he could exact his revenge. Because he would, without hesitation.

You only knew him as Daimyo, but Boba knew what he was truly capable of. And for the first time ever in his years, that scared him.

“Boba?” Your voice was thick with sleep, and he blinked, resuming his hand’s gentle caress through your hair as you shifted, blinking, sleepy gaze falling on him.

“I’m here, little one,” he fought to keep his tone soft, gentle. Pushed down the indignant rage he felt at your past pain.

There was nothing he could do to make the past hurt less. But perhaps he could do something, in his own way, to ease the pain of the present.

“Mm, you stayed,” you rested a hand on his chest, fingers brushing over his shirt in a gentle soothing motion. “Didn’t…didn’t wanna inconvenience you.”

Stars above, how could you ever inconvenience him? He chuckled, gathering you into his arms and pulling you closer. Your eyes widened a bit, but you stayed relaxed, leaning into him with a smile.

“You never could. This okay?” He watched your face for any signs of discomfort, relief flooding in his chest when you nodded.

He didn’t know what happened. Didn’t want to treat you any different. But he decided to keep his discovery a secret for now. At least until the time was right, if ever, to broach the subject.

“Mhm. You’re so…warm,” you closed your eyes again, that smile still gracing your lips, as too clung to him tighter. “Haven’t cuddled with anyone in so long.”

“Never have, so I’m not one to judge.”

The words left his lips before he had a chance to ponder them, and they made you start, eyeing him with renewed interest, as well as concern.

“Maker, Boba, I hope I didn’t…” you moved to get up, face flushing an adorable shade of red as you quickly became more awake. “I just…”

“Easy, sweet girl,” he guided you back against his chest, gently twining one of his legs with yours. “First time for everything.”

He didn’t miss the renewed blush that worked its way from your cheeks to your ears, and kept a mental note of that for later. It was interesting how…

“It’s okay, I really haven’t either…” you dipped your head, hiding your face against his neck. “Not like this, anyway. Thank you…for staying. It…means a lot.”

Your voice had grown softer, body language shrinking, as if you were trying to make yourself smaller. That simply wouldn’t do.

“Don’t hide that pretty face, mesh’la,” his fingers found your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. “No shame in it. We’ll just learn together, hmm?”

“O…okay,” you nodded, still blushing furiously, so soft and warm against him, it nearly drove him mad. “I…I’d like that.”

Stars, Boba wanted to kiss you. Kiss you senseless until you forgot about your insecurities and fears, your sole focus on him. He wanted to take you apart piece by blissful piece, make you feel good, feel safe…

Damn, he was in deep.

Before he had a chance to respond, a series of shrill yowls broke the silence, loud and demanding.

“Oh kriff. The loth cats…ughhhhh…” you groaned, face scrunching up in an adorable frown. “I don’t wanna get up…”

“Me neither, princess. But there are others depending on us.” Boba shifted, pressing a kiss to your forehead before releasing you from his hold, and as you sat up with a groan, he already missed your warmth.

Kriff. For the first time ever, in all the things he’d done and experiences he’d had - Boba Fett had never once been a sap. But, he wagered he’d have to listen to his own advice.

There was a first time for everything.

-

You hadn’t ever expected your life to amount to this.

You, taking a well-earned break after your breakfast rounds, a cup of steaming kaff in your hand…and the Daimyo of Tatooine in your kitchen.

He was back in his armor, though you now knew exactly how muscular he was underneath it, as you’d suspected - a fact that would trigger another blush if you thought about it for too long.

He leaned against your counter, gloved hands resting on the smooth stone surface, looking almost too casual for someone of his reputation.

“I don’t want to keep you. I’m sure you have a lot to do.” You regarded him with a raised brow, finding something altogether fond in his gaze. “Normally I do. It’s just been a slow season.”

He nodded, clearly thinking, gaze almost lazily sweeping your kitchen. Probably a skill picked up from bounty hunting, you surmised, wondering what exactly could be so interesting in your small, humble home. His eyes drifted back to you and stopped, locking you in his gaze, the corner of his lip curling in a grin that was almost sinful.

“Perhaps you’d want to spend more time with the rancor? See how he’s doing?” His shrug was nearly boyish - quite ridiculous looking, really, for someone dressed head to toe in beskar. But his gaze never once left yours. “Sure he’d love the company.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach, and you swallowed hard. He really, really liked you. Him. Boba Fett. Liked you. For some reason, this emboldened you…urging you on in this little game you two had found yourselves playing.

“Oh, just the rancor?” You dared to prop your hands on your hips, shooting him a wink. “Or do you just not want to take your hands off me?”

Boba smirked, pushing himself up from his reclined position, something dark flitting through his gaze. Maker, did he just growl? His approach was quick and near silent despite his broad, armored frame, yet another reminder of exactly who it was you were dealing with. You blinked, heart hammering loudly in your chest, as he stood behind you and leaned down until his face was next to yours.

“You’ve no idea what these hands want to do.” His breath washed over the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Careful, little one. Before you bite off more than you can chew.”

Oh kriffing gods. Maker above.

Every damn curse your poor brain could conjure. You were in trouble. So much so, and you could already feel the heat pooling between your legs, assuredly soaking your underwear. Perhaps he was right…maybe you didn’t know what you were fully getting into, with a man like him.

But contrary to popular belief, you weren’t just a sweet, nice person - all bark, no bite. And he’d learn it, too, if he hadn’t guessed it already.

“I think,” you shifted in your seat to better face him, nearly losing your resolve when you saw the look of absolute hunger in his dark eyes. You swallowed and took a breath before continuing. “I’ll survive. How about this, I need to take care of some of the sick ones before I’ll be free, but I’d love to stop by later if that’s okay?”

Stop by. Stop by?

Sheesh, here you were, taking about visiting the kriffing palace like it was a daily house call. Anxiety wormed in you stomach as Boba regarded you with a smirk, capturing your chin in his gloved fingers and holding your gaze to his.

“You’re always welcome,” he turned to retrieve his helmet, shooting you one last smirk before donning it with practiced ease. When he spoke again, his deep voice was rough, rumbling through the vocorder like the thunder of a promising storm. “See you soon, little one.”

-

The suns were still high in the sky when you walked to the barn, a bucket of feed in one hand and a lead rope in the other. Hopefully your sick bantha was finally well enough to go out to pasture, making that one less thing you had to worry about.

You stifled a yawn as you entered, the familiar smell of hay, sunbaked sand, and the herbs you dried filling the air. The bantha lowed, the deep call making you smile as you saw her horned head peek over the massive stall you’d built for these occasions.

“Hey girl,” you placed the bucket down beside her stall as you looked her over before entering. “Feeling better?”

The bantha called again, shaking her head from side to side, horns rattling against the walls. You sighed, taking the lead rope in both hands, eyeing her with a small frown.

“I know, you want out. Work with me, and you’ll be there quicker.” You pointed a finger at her, pointedly lowering your voice to get the point across. “No bolting, understood?”

The bantha only lowed again, except this time, she shook her horns with a snort, banging the walls with a sharp cry. Unease twisted in your gut and your frown deepened.

“What’s wrong, girl?” You stepped forward, knowing the creature well enough to know something was amiss. “Something scaring you? It’s okay, everything’s alright.”

“I wouldn’t say that if I were you.”

A feminine voice broke the silence, and a pair of hands wrapped around you before you had a chance to react, pulling you away from the stall and onto the ground.

“Stay down, don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“Kriffing hell, get off me!” You twisted against your attacker, managing to land a punch somewhere before your arms were twisted behind your back. Something slipped around your wrists with a mechanical click, and you finally screamed, lashing out with your legs.

The bantha shrieked behind you, and you heard the walls of the stall rattling as she tried to break free. Maker, was she trying to help? You were not going to go down easy. Whoever was attacking you would soon learn that. You’d been through too much to be killed by some mugger.

You rolled around with a grunt and grabbed the lead rope with your bound hands, readying yourself to spin into a swinging strike…

Until you recognized the person standing behind you, a vibroblade in her hand.

“Kali?” Confusion flooded you in waves, and you stepped back, giving yourself more distance. “What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?”

The woman only smiled sadly, something altogether cold in her normally warm gaze.

“I’m afraid not.” She stepped forward and you narrowed your eyes, gripping the lead rope tighter, grateful for the heavy iron hook dangling at the end. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. “What can I say…”

Something stuck the back of your head so suddenly, you didn’t even register the moment your body hit the ground. But damn, you felt the pain - cascading down your shoulder, aching in your spine…

Kali smirked with a dismissive shrug. “I tried to warn you.”

No. No, no, no…

Panic, true panic set in as another person stepped into your fading line of sight.

Not him. Anyone but him.

“You…” you groaned, spitting out a mixture of blood and saliva, glaring despite the dread that seized your heart with terrifying finality. “You’re…dead. You’re supposed to be dead.”

“Some of us don’t like staying dead,” the man in the clean pressed Imperial uniform merely chuckled, a thin, dry sound. “I’d think you of all people should know this…consorting with bounty hunter scum.”

“Go to hell…” you tried to stand, tried to fight, but he merely raised a blaster at your head with a smirk.

“Oh, you’ll be wishing you were there, soon.”

The muzzle flashed, and the man’s icy gaze flared red - the last thing you saw before your world faded to black.

-

“I’m sure she’s fine, boss.” Fennec’s voice was steady as ever as she strode by his side. “Maybe she just needed a night in.”

Boba merely grunted, taking the now familiar path to the veterinarian’s office. He was admittedly worried. He hadn’t heard a thing from you since the morning, and he did his best to push his fears down.

Had he scared you? Gone too far with the teasing? Accidentally triggered you? Maker knew what hell you’d been through…

“Just wanna know she’s safe.” He turned down the following road, your humble clinic appearing around the bend.

But all the lights were out.

A cold chill rippled down his spine, and he instinctually lifted his rifle, Fennec echoing the action. They slowly approached, looking for any sign of a threat, but nothing appeared out of place. That wasn’t always a good sign. He dropped his rangefinder and ran a thermal scan, looking for any sign you were inside…

But aside for the much smaller heat signatures of the animals, the house was empty.

Boba Fett wasn’t accustomed to panic.

He was the hunter, the one who made other people panic. He’d prided himself in his cool, calculated demeanor that had aided in earning his reputation. But this…this was new.

And this was one of the reasons why he’d never let himself fall for anyone. Every single person he’d even shown a shred of kindness too had suffered terrible ends. And the last thing he wanted was for that to happen to you, too.

“Check the barn.” He knew Fennec would follow, always watching his back, even as he nearly ran to the next building with bated breath.

Please be inside. Please be safe.

But even in the dark, he saw the barn’s double doors had been left ajar, the female bantha peering out at them with a lonely groan that nearly resembled a whimper. And he already knew, judging by his scanner, that there weren’t any other life forms inside.

“We’ll find her.” Fennec stoped beside him, but even her voice had dropped, twisted with unease.

“You’re right.” Boba lifted his rangefinder with a snap, gloved fingers nearly shaking as a rage filled his chest - a rage he hadn’t felt in a long time…since the day he’d lost the only other person he’d truly loved. He took a deep breath, willing himself to calm, to remain in control.

To think like the hunter he once had been, and as fate dictated, would be again.

“I will.”

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[acatalystrising]

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

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

You can read chapter one here and chapter three here!

Oneshot: Moth to a Flame Chapter Two

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

Boba Fett’s palace.

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

But now you were overthinking that, too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

Boba Fett was in trouble.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And now you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything for you, princess.”

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I have finally finished chapter six of Moth to a Flame! This chapter was a blast to write, and I’m not done with the story yet, but I certainly do hope you enjoy this next installment! I was inspired by a certain fun scene in Mando season two for this one, but with a different context… This one is more intense, so please mind the trigger warnings. Happy reading!

TW: panic attack/triggers, mention of past abuse/injury, interaction with former abuser, mentions of past sexual abuse/gaslighting, cannon violence, side character death, blood, injury, angst and hurt comfort

Moth to a Flame Chapter Six

Darkness surrounded you like an ocean of ink, black and cold, searing into your ragged lungs like hellfire. Desperate for oxygen, you clawed toward the surface, finding not water, but sand cascading between your scrabbling fingers.

You burst to the surface, chest burning, eyes wide, as you found yourself in the Dune Sea, burning sands raging like an ocean, the dunes crashing toward you, backlit by the twin suns that watched impassively above as nature itself rushed to deliver your doom…

Your eyes snapped open, and the first thing you noticed was that you were cold. Far too cold for a desert planet like Tatooine.

You were lying prone on what you surmised to be a cot, and you didn’t have to look at your hands to know they were clasped in binders. Kriff. The feeling of the metal against your skin sent tremors of terror washing through you, heart pounding so loud you worried it would burst.

Not again. Please no. Not him. I gotta get out, gotta get free, I can’t die like this!

The panic was sudden and unyielding, exploding in your brain and numbing your extremities. You tried to breathe, but your throat felt clamped in a vice, threatening to reduce the world around you to a dizzying blur. You took heaving breaths, desperate to wrestle your fear under control, hoping the tools you’d learned over the years would pay off now. You couldn’t lose your head. You’d need logic to make it out of this alive.

You ran a hand down the back of your neck, fingertips hesitating at the shallow grooves you knew were your scars. Stars, you’d wanted to forget them. Ignore it all. Disappear into the Outer Rim and never look back. But it seemed your past had finally come back to haunt you. Literally.

The compact room you were held in was dark and indiscernible, but your eyes were keen enough to notice one important feature, one that sent horror flooding through your chest. Grey, lifeless, durasteel walls. And that only meant one thing…

“Well, well. It was about time you woke up.”

You knew that voice. Hated that you instinctually stiffened. Loathed the paralyzing fear that threaded down your spine and locked you in place. It was a voice you thought you’d never hear again. A monster, back from the dead.

That monster stepped out of the shadows, sharp blue eyes locking you in place, scarred lip twisted in a victorious smirk. But you felt the scorn beneath the facade.

“You’re probably wondering how I survived.” He folded his hands behind his back, hands that you remembered. Instruments of pain and pleasure. Maker, why couldn’t he have stayed dead? “Surely you’re at least curious.”

You opted to remain silent, refusing to play his game despite the panic that welled in your chest, threatening to burst. You were curious about his fate - especially after everything you’d done to stop him. How the hell had he emerged unscathed?

“The silent treatment won’t work.” He raised a thin brow, lips twisting in a knowing grin. “I remember a time when you’d have come to me for anything. How many times did I hold you? Comfort you? All for your to stab me in the back.”

“That’s enough, Sterling.” Your words snapped from your lips like daggers, eyes narrowing at the figure before you. “You don’t get you talk like that. You betrayed me. I did what I had to do.”

“That’s Admiral Sterling to you.” His eyes narrowed, a muscle in his jaw twitching. “Is that what you tell yourself? Pathetic.”

You mustered the courage to narrow your eyes in challenge.

“Why am I here?” You crossed your arms with a shrug. “You could’ve just killed me to take your revenge.”

“Kill you? Oh goodness no, you’re underestimating me again, I’m afraid. I’m not going to kill you. You were difficult to find, I’ll give you that. It took me much longer than I’d hoped.” Sterling crossed his arms, tone darkening, brows lowering in a glare. “The Empire is scattered across the galaxy, in shambles. And you’re going to help me rebuild it.”

“Why the kriff would I do that?” You narrowed your eyes, hoping you masked the tremor of fear that slid down your spine. “I nearly gave my life to the rebellion. You think I’d do anything for your empire other than burn it to ash?”

Sterling’s eyes darkened, but his thin lips curved in an eerie smile.

“Oh my dear, I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.” He approached and you flinched as he rested a hand on your shoulder. “I’ve already taken so much from you. But, let’s see…you do have a lovely menagerie on that desolate rock. Friends, I’m sure, who you want to keep alive. Maybe you’ve pulled together a family of sorts? It’d be a shame to have them all reduced to dust.”

Oh. Oh no. Damn it.

No. This couldn’t be happening.

I’ve been a fool.

You clenched your bound fists until your knuckles ached, the horrid metal pressing uncomfortably against your skin.

“You’re a monster.” When you finally spoke, your words emitted as a hiss, full of venom and rage.

Sterling only smiled.

“Your rebel friends said the same thing when I turned on them, you know.” He shook his head with a sigh, pulling away from you. “A small price to pay for the good of the Empire. And unless you want to add more scars to your collection, you’d best do as I say. You’re a brilliant scientist, you know. You shouldn’t let all that raw talent go to waste.”

Kriff. You bit the inside of your cheek and tasted blood on your tongue. He had to know you’d never stop fighting him. But what the kriff could you do, bound and facing the threat of the deaths of everyone you loved? For now, you opted to go for the best course of action - to wait. Be patient. And figure a way out of this mess.

Because he was right about one thing - you did have talent. And you’d use every bit of it to escape.

“Fine.” You locked eyes with him, glaring daggers that you wish could burn into his skull. “Under one condition. Leave them alone.”

“That’s more like it.” Sterling’s smile grew into a vile, victorious grin. “Now there’s a good girl.”

“Don’t call me that.” Your snarl wasn’t hidden this time, eyes flashing with rage.

“Cooperate,” his grin vanished, replaced with a sneer, “and I’ll consider letting your friends live.”

He walked out of the room without another word, and as the doors whooshed shut, you dropped your head to your chest, unable to stop the sobs from erupting from your throat, echoing on the empty, foreboding walls.

You were alone, yet again. And this time, there were no rebel friends to save you. They were long dead, and you wagered you’d soon be following them.

-

“There it is, boss. Looks Imperial.”

Fennec shifted in the copilot’s seat to sling her rifle against her shoulder, lips twisted in a distasteful frown.

“What the hell would an Imp straggler want with your girl?”

Your girl.

Boba Fett blinked, gaze still locked on the small shuttle ahead, cruising in Tattoine’s orbit. He hated the panic that had taken residence in his chest, threatening to claw up this throat. This was precisely why he never had entertained the notion of a lover - not when everyone around him ultimately got hurt or killed…or worse. And yet here he was anyway, trying to stop the same thing from happening to the one person who had become the exception to his rule.

“Well? What’s the plan? At least the bastards were easy enough to track down.” Fennec’s voice jarred him from his thoughts, and he grunted, glancing at her over his shoulder, grateful for the helmet that masked his distraught expression. “Probably good to stay out of their sights for now. Are we sneaking in or-”

“I’m commandeering that vessel.” Boba’s voice was cold, nearly a growl. “If they don’t cooperate, they will regret it. We will find her.”

Fennec’s brows lifted, and she crossed her arms with a sigh. “Sure that’s a good idea? These Imps are flighty. The minute they’re under attack, they’ll jump to hyperspace.”

Boba watched the ship with narrowed eyes, clenching his gloved hands to fists.

“I’ve caught bigger prey. Besides, we have the advantage,” he punched in some coordinates and launched into hyperspace, already preparing the return sequence. “They don’t know we’re coming.”

-

“I didn’t want things to go this way, you know.”

You narrowed your eyes as Kali walked beside you, nervously wringing her hands. She shot a nearly apologetic glance at you before quickly looking away, eyes fixed straight ahead. When she spoke again, her voice was much softer.

“I tried to warn you. But I couldn’t just tell you that I…”

“That you’re a double agent?” Your tone was low like thunder, and you clenched your fists despite the cuffs, but quickly relaxed your hands when your skin tightened against the metal. A shiver ran down your spine. “Why bother. Seems everyone on this ship is.”

“I…started to have regrets. You were kind,” Kali blinked, chewing on the inside of her lip with a frown. “But…”

“Yeah, yeah, it was that “for the glory of the Empire” shit.” You heaved a sigh as one of the guards roughly shoved you forward, and shot the man a glare. “I’m already walking, idiot. Dank farrik, I’ve heard all this before.”

Maker, you hoped they bought your act. Yes, you were angry. But you were absolutely terrified. There was no way to get off this ship unless you found an escape pod, and you didn’t have any backup to rely on. Kali wouldn’t be of any help either. Her betrayal wasn’t the first, and not the most painful by a long shot.

You were forced around a corner and through two massive bay doors, and found Sterling standing by the viewport, arms crossed behind his back. He turned upon your entry, lips curving in a cunning smile.

“Ahh, so glad you could join us,�� he gestured toward a table that had been set up in the center of the command room. “Please, have a seat.”

As if you had a choice.

You sat, eyeing the man warily as he approached, sitting across from you and neatly placing his hands on the table. You were quick to notice his skin was marred with burn scars, the tissue still raised and angry despite the time that had passed.

“Imp stragglers don’t have enough bacta, huh?” You raised a brow, inwardly grinning when you saw the fury light in his eyes. “That’s just ironic.”

He sighed, lifting his hands and inspecting them in the fluorescent lighting, brows raised in appraisal.

“When you rigged the ship to blow, I nearly didn’t resist. You were fierce - willing to go to any lengths to stop me. I respected that.” His gaze met yours, that anger still there, but also a sadness. “I barely escaped with my life. There was an access shaft I climbed through, and got on the last escape pod before it was too late. But I didn’t…escape unscathed.”

You frowned, leaning back in your seat, wincing when the metal of the chair brushed against the back of your neck. Anger welled in your chest, threatening to burst, and you clenched your fists under the table as much as the binders would allow.

Was he kriffing serious?

“You think I’ll feel pity for you after what you did? You pretended to be my friend. I thought you were one of us. I thought we were close.” You took a deep breath, hands shaking, nails biting into your palms. “When we were captured, you were the only thing I had. The only reason I kept fighting. You comforted me, held me. I thought…”

Stars, you didn’t want to admit it. To admit that once, he’d been everything to you. And during that time, you’d only hoped that…

“You thought what? That I loved you? Oh my dear, it was merely a means to an end. You are a brilliant scientist, I needed you. I still do.” Sterling’s voice was cold, detached, his icy gaze locked on you. “That was always your problem. You’re too trusting. It’ll get you killed someday. But I will admit…the times we spent together of the more…intimate sort…are ones I think of often.”

Oh, of all the vile, wretched things to say…

You tried to stand, a cry erupting from your throat, but the guard behind you forced you back into your chair, hand digging painfully into your shoulder. Heart pounding, you glared daggers at the man across from you, biting the inside of your cheek with a sneer.

“I’ll risk my life as many times as it takes to kill you!” You strained against the binders, hair falling in your eyes, while he merely watched you with a smirk. “I will never stop. And I will never, ever, work for you. The Empire can go to hell!”

Sterling only sighed, shaking his head. He pulled a pair of gloves from his coat pocket and slowly pulled them over his fingers, gaze dropping to his hands.

“You want to pretend to be a hero? To be important? Fine. I had imagined my last punishment would have taught you your lesson, but clearly I was wrong.” When he looked back up at you, any sense of familiarity was gone - replaced with the cold, cunning gaze of a deadly enemy. He slowly stood, eyes narrowing. “Considering the scarring you have, you most likely won’t survive this time. But I will warn you, it won’t be a quick death.”

No.

He wouldn’t.

Kriffing hell, of course he would.

You hated how quickly you stiffened, an old ache resurfacing on your neck, making your scars tingle. You tried your best to look calm, to hide the fear, but Sterling was too clever for that. He merely smiled.

“Because of our past, I’ll give you one last chance. Cooperate, or-“

Alarms blared so loud you winced, and Sterling flinched as something slammed against the ship’s hull, throwing the man off balance and back into his chair.

“Sir, we’re under attack!”

You watched, wide eyed, as the personnel around you began to panic, running to their stations. The ship swerved, banking to the right, providing you a glimpse of Tattoine’s red surface in the distance. Ahh, so you hadn’t fully left yet. For some reason, that provided a comfort.

Sterling stood, glancing at you suspiciously before walking further into the room, fists clenched tightly at his sides. “What are you waiting on? Fire!”

“We’re trying Sir, but the weapons are jammed! Nothing’s working,” one of the Imps frantically punched at the buttons, face paling. “Kriff. It’s an ion cannon, Sir. Everything’s down.”

You couldn’t stop the small flare of hope from igniting in your chest.

You peered out of the viewport, but saw nothing. Who was attacking? Were they pirates? Or had they come to save you? A small part of you allowed yourself to entertain, for a moment, that it could be a certain ex bounty hunter, but that would be too good to be true. Surely he wouldn’t worry himself with your fate. You were easily replaceable.

But still…

Another blast rocked the ship, sending blue electric currents coursing through the controls. Cries filled the air as another barrage nearly tipped the craft, and smoke flooded the air, filtering out the flickering lights.

“Whoever they are, they’re not getting what they came for.” Sterling turned, locking eyes with you. “Jump to hyperspace.”

“We can’t Sir,” the man sounded nearly sarcastic despite his fear. “It’s an ion cannon. We’re stuck.”

Sterling whipped out his blaster and shot the man between the eyes with a growl, face reddening as the others froze, eyes on their admiral, fear palpable in the smoky air.

“Well? Who’s next?” Sterling’s voice rang over the blaring alarms, rising higher in pitch. “Shoot any pirate that sets foot on this ship. That’s an order. And you…”

He spun on his heels to face you, nostrils flared, fury burning in his eyes.

“You‘re not going anywhere.”

You dared to stand despite the convulsing ship around you. Dared to lock eyes with your enemy as he approached. Dared to smile in his sneering face, inches from yours, as a familiar ship crested the viewport, one that could strike terror into every heart aboard besides yourself - as well as the equally familiar voice rasping over the intercom, gruff, commanding, rolling like the thunder of an oncoming storm.

“Lower your shields. Disengage your transponders. Prepare for boarding.”

-

“Sure you didn’t go overboard?”

Fennec’s helmet tilted toward Boba as she ducked under a loose hanging wire, sparks flaring into the smoky air. A stormtrooper rushed around the corner and she quickly took aim, dropping him before he could alert their position.

As if that really mattered at this point.

“Ship’s barely hanging by a thread.”

“They took her.” Boba was already moving, striding down the hall where he knew the control center would be located. “Their mistake.”

Fennec shot him another glance before following behind, rifle held at the ready, as they turned the corner and came across the massive doors. They were sealed shut. Boba groaned, anger flaring in his chest. He took a breath, clenched his hands into fists, and for once in his life, wished he had the powers of a kriffing Jedi so he could rend the doors asunder to get to the woman he…

That he…

Damn it all.

He’d grown quite fond of his little veterinarian. Loved making you smile, and relished in the fact that he could so easily turn you into a flustered mess. But he felt stronger for you then mere affection, didn’t he? Maker above, this was more than a crush.

Boba Fett, of all people, had fallen in love.

“I got it,” Fennec was already at the control panel, prying it open with her vibroblade. He blinked, grateful for the helmet to mask his contemplative expression. “Be ready. I’m sure they’ll be armed to greet us.”

Boba merely nodded, lifting his weapon with a roll of his shoulders.

“Affirmative.”

The doors swung open, and a volley of blaster fire immediately burst forth, spraying the walls with smoking scorch marks. Fennec ducked around the doorframe, picking the Imps off one by one, but Boba had a different approach in mind. One that had worked countless times during his bounty hunting days. It worked then, and it would work now. Time was of the essence.

The plasma bolts continued to cut through the hazy air, albeit a few less then before, but Boba didn’t hesitate.

He simply walked through the door.

The bolts bounced harmlessly off his beskar, and he took little time dispatching those closest to him with his rifle and gaffi stick. But as he carved a path through the smoke, the sight before him made him stop in his tracks.

“That’s far enough, bounty hunter.” A tall, thin Imperial man stood several paces ahead, pristine uniform standing out amidst the haze.

But that wasn’t what held his attention.

You were on your knees, trembling - a thick metal collar clamped tightly around your neck.

Even from the distance, he saw the probe droid hovering behind you with its hellish needles, one already glistening with your blood. This kind of torture…it was vile, even for the Empire’s standards. And they were using it on you.

You, who’d only ever cared for other living things. Who had chosen to trust him, befriend him, even love him…

And these monsters were tormenting you.

“You know what this is, of course. Take one more step forward and she’s dead. Say…did you ever see these in use during your contracts for the Empire?” The Imperial glanced between Boba and you with a smirk, his words twisting like knives in Boba’s gut as your eyes flicked toward him in question. “Oh? He hasn’t told you? He served the Empire back in the day. In fact, he probably would have turned you in if I hadn’t set you up myself.”

Oh, Boba hated this man.

Fear flared in his chest when you glanced at him, lips parting to speak, but both he and the Imperial bastard were entirely confused when you simply…laughed.

“Oh Sterling, you’re such an idiot.” You shook your head as much as you could, rivulets of blood running down your neck and dripping over your collarbones, finally landing on the floor. “I already knew he did. Everyone on Tatooine knows who Boba Fett is. Unlike you, some people change. Someone once told me fate steps in the rescue the wretched. But it won’t for you.”

Despite the situation, warmth flared in Boba’s chest, and he tightened his grip on his rifle. You remembered. And he wasn’t about to let this fool get away with his abuse. He wagered this was the same one responsible for your other scars…

The man called Sterling glared at you, gloved hands clenched to fists. His fatal mistake was obvious - looking away from the true threat. “I don’t think so. And I-“

Boba lunged faster than the man could blink, ripping his blaster away with his gaffi stick and throwing him to the ground, pinning him underneath his weight with a growl.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Unhand me!” Sterling flailed pathetically beneath him, eyes wide with fear. “Release me, that’s an order!”

But Boba saw the raw fear shining in his eyes. A fear he knew all too well. The same fear he’d seen in the eyes of countless others before this poor fool - a legacy and death and bloodshed he’d thought he’d left behind. But he remembered the scars on your neck, and tightened his grip on the man with an unseen snarl.

The man was terrified. He knew who he was dealing with, there was no doubt about it.

Good.

“Aren’t you listening bounty hunter scum? I said-“

“I am the Daimyo of Tatooine. You’ve taken someone precious to me.” Boba raised his blaster to the man’s temple. “You will never harm her again.”

“No wait, I-“

He fired the weapon with no hesitation, and the Imperial fell limp, smoke curling from the wound and wafting from the barrel of his blaster. The remaining personnel fled the room, presumably for the escape pods, but he didn’t bother to shoot them down. Silence fell, sudden and final. Boba suddenly felt old, much older than his years suggested, as he forced himself to turn and meet your gaze. Surely you’d be afraid of him, having seen him as the killer he always knew he was.

But instead, he only saw relief shining in your bloodshot eyes.

“You came for me,” a tear rolled down your cheek, and his heart nearly broke in two at the softness of your voice, the fire long gone. “I didn’t know…didn’t think…”

“Easy, my little one,” he knelt beside you, quickly working to remove the collar from your neck. “Breathe. I’m here. You’re safe.”

As soon as the collar was removed, you collapsed into his arms, curling against his chest in silence. He blinked, so taken aback by the gesture that it took him a moment to gather you in his arms, holding you as tightly as he dared, careful to avoid the new wounds marring your neck. And yet you kept your gaze locked with his, gratitude shining in your eyes.

You were the first person, he wagered, that looked at him in relief instead of fear when he walked into a room.

You’d probably be one of the only who ever did.

But right now, that didn’t matter. There would be time to handle the aftermath - time to talk, to process, to heal. Right now, he needed to get you to safety, and to medical attention.

He held you securely against him as he stood, keeping you close, nodding to Fennec who was already covering him for their exit. The ship could burn for all be he cared. You were safe, and that was all that mattered.

“Rest, sweet girl.” He pressed his helmet against your forehead, voice soft, nearly a whisper. “Let’s go home.”

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I’m so happy, and completely stunned, that so many people are enjoying Moth to a Flame! I’ve received several requests for it’s own masterlist, so without further ado, here’s all the chapters in one place. I’ll be posting more chapters soon, so stay tuned! Thanks for reading! 💚🖤

(Ratings are included with each chapter)

Pairing: TBOBF Boba Fett x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

*Trigger warnings listed in each chapter*

Series Synopsis: As a veterinarian in Mos Espa, you tried to live a quiet life. But when the new Daimyo Boba Fett takes a liking to you, you are swept up into a world of passion, intrigue, and a love grand enough to rattle the stars.

• Chapter One GEN

• Chapter Two GEN

• Chapter Three MA

• Chapter Four MA

• Chapter Five MA

• Chapter Six - MA

• Chapter Seven - coming soon

You can find my complete masterlist of Boba stories here. Happy reading!

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Welcome!

I write stories featuring the one and only Boba Fett - OG, TBOBF, and anything in-between.

This is an 18+ blog. Minors, do not interact!

Ratings:

GEN: General audiences, SFW content

MA: Mature audiences only

EX: Explicit, NSFW, and smut (18+)

I write f!reader inserts and occasionally feature ocs. Requests are currently open 💚🖤

Join my taglist here, or message me!

Pairing: TBOBF Boba Fett x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

*Trigger warnings listed in each chapter*

Series synopsis: You’d merely been in the wrong place at the wrong time, desperately trying to save your sick mother. But fate is a funny thing - after being rescued by a mysterious stranger, your life turns upside down, and nothing will ever be the same.

AO3 Link:

Series masterlist

The amazingly talented @love-like-poetry illustrated Boba and reader in a lovely tender moment, check out the piece here!

Pairing: ROTJ-era Boba Fett x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

*Trigger warnings listed in each chapter*

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

AO3 Link:

Series Masterlist

Pairing: ESB-era Boba Fett x OC (Kaia Tarkin)

Rating: Explicit 18+

*Trigger warnings listed in each chapter*

Series synopsis: Boba Fett always gets the job done - no matter what. But when he is tasked to assassinate an Imperial quarry, his life is turned upside down. His target has a secret…one that will change his life forever, drawing him closer to his father than ever before.

Series masterlist

Pairing: TBOBF Boba Fett x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

*Trigger warnings listed in each chapter*

Series Synopsis: As a veterinarian in Mos Espa, you tried to live a quiet life. But when the new Daimyo Boba Fett takes a liking to you, you are swept up into a world of passion, intrigue, and a love grand enough to rattle the stars.

Series masterlist

Pairing: TBOBF Boba Fett x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

*Trigger warnings listed in each chapter*

Series Synopsis: A collection of one shots and short stories featuring our favorite green tin can man. These vary from OG Trilogy Boba to TBOBF!

Series masterlist

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Hi! I missed your writing so much, the latest chapter of moth to a flame specifically this line, “He’d grown quite fond of his little veterinarian” had me kicking my feet up while grinning like a fool<3 I missed/miss boba fett😭

Hey hey my friend! Aww I am so touched, I’m genuinely overjoyed that you like my writing, moving has been so time consuming but I had to post more of MTAF! That line KILLS me. It’s so endearing, so sweet, I just can’t. Gahhh! I miss him too, so much, so I’m determined to continue writing as much content as I can of our favorite green tin can man. Thanks, as always, for reading! 💚🖤

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WIP Tag Game

Rules: Write the latest line from your wip (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

Thanks for the tag, @writingwintermoon ! Oh my GOODNESS I absolutely love your excerpt, so, so hot! 🥵🫠 I can’t wait to read the whole thing! Since you went with something deliciously spicy, I just had to respond in kind! Here’s an excerpt from the upcoming chapter four of Moth to a Flame!

The sound that emitted from deep in Boba Fett’s chest was the closest thing to a strained groan you’d heard him make. And gods, it sent you spiraling. You shifted closer to the edge of your seat, breath snagging in your throat when he scooted his chair back and regarded you, head tilted to the side, legs spread, fingers steadily tapping the armrest as if it was his throne. And damn it all, your face was assuredly as red as the suns when he shifted his hand and patted his muscled thigh, voice a beckoning purr.

“Come here, little one. Take a seat.”

This round I’ll tag @mnmovdoom ! Ahh, I’m loving all the Boba goodness! 🙌🏼💚🖤

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Wellllll I broke and decided to turn Moth to a Flame into a series - I’m having WAY too much fun with this and it deserves more than a couple one-shot chapters, in my opinion.

It’s been added to my masterlist which you can find here. I can’t wait to share the rest of their story!

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Love love love love love chapter six!!!

Hey hey! I am SO glad you did, it was really fun to write! I like that we got to see Boba stepping back into a role he’s been growing from in order to protect someone he loves. I’m such a sucker for that trope! Already writing chapter seven, thanks for reading! 💚🖤

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Hii, if you're still continuing it, could I tagged in the upcoming chapters of "Moth to a flame"?? I just love it! Thanks!!

Why hello!

I am absolutely continuing Moth to a Flame, so I’d be happy to tag you in the next chapters! I’m actually working on chapter six now, so I’ll be sure to tag you in that once I post it! Thank you so very much for reading, I’m so happy you’ve enjoyed it! 💚🖤

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Hi, hello! Feel free to ignore this, but do you have a masterlist for moth to a flame?

Well hello there!

Funnily enough, I’ve had several people asking so I have made one, you can find it here! I also have a link for regular masterlist with all of my Boba stories, so I’ll give that to you as well if you’re interested! Thanks for reading! 💚🖤

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Not me rereading moth to a flame for the second time this week

👉👈

Hey anon!

Omg, I am SO honored! I’m floored people are enjoying MTAF, it’s been getting me through Boba’s absence (though I hope that changes soon…) I’m nearly done with chapter six, I can’t wait to share it. Thanks again for reading! 💚🖤

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