#Cad Bane x Gn! Reader

[sinisterexaggerator]

[ sick till I see you ] - cad bane

Summary: Cad Bane has had a tough time of it. He comes to you for a little TLC.

Gn! Reader

Warnings: None, just a little nip, lick, cuddling, and a worn out Duros looking for love, A.K.A FLUFF.

Word count: 1.5+

Notes: Wrote this last night half asleep, no real editing. Sorry if it sucks. Based on an idea we talked about in the Duros server because we're all feeling so tired. ;_; (@deepbluespace4, @renek-bane, @judathian)

There was something calming in your touch that remained unspoken. Cad Bane would never spill his secrets, though it was quite apparent he had grown accustomed to a comfort only you could provide. You were a steadying force in this harsh galaxy, someone the Duros could rely on from time-to-time, as his visitations were sporadic, yet he would reappear when you least expected it.

Tonight was such an occasion, the hunter floundering on a bounty the likes of which could have afforded him a lengthy stint of relaxation. He had taken on more jobs as of late to offset the price of fuel. It had risen exponentially since the forming of this new, “Galactic Empire,” and Bane was not amused. It ate into his profits more often than not, so the loss of this particular mark was an unfortunate stroke of rotten luck.

The one good thing to come of this was the target had been right here on Canto Bight.

A casino city, Canto Bight was a playground for the rich and famous, the arms-dealers, the shady business tycoons, the corrupt politicians, and the pirates, the scoundrels, the gamblers. You were none of these things. You were a cocktail server with a small flat to call your own in a shady corner of the city. Without you and others such as yourself, a place like this would go under in no time. Your job was essential.

It was also exhausting.

On your day off, you lounged with a good novella on your datapad, feet kicked up upon your worn caf table. You were just getting to a good part when a shadowy presence out of the corner of your eye startled you back to reality: you were not alone.

It should have been obvious. This was not the first time the wily Duros had found his way inside your home without warning or an invitation, yet it never ceased to surprise you.

You quietly rummaged in the side table situated by your sofa to extract a hidden holdout pistol. You carried this with you as you ventured deeper into your own house.

The hall was clear, so was the refresher. The kitchen was adjacent to the entryway, and you were already sure of it being vacant. That only left one place: your bedroom.

You crept to the door, weapon clutched in your hand. Peering inside, you were shocked and relieved to find the man face down, his thin, lanky limbs stretched out in an almost comical fashion.

Cad Bane had decided to sprawl out, taking full advantage of the situation as his body formed an “X” in the middle of your mattress. His floppy, ostentatiously large hat covered the entirety of his head, creating a leather halo that hid both his intentions and his temperament, while his armorweave duster had feathered out around him to give him the appearance of having wings.

It was an odd display, one that was not customary, but you would not judge your intermittent lover for his behavior.

It warmed your heart that he felt comfortable enough with you that he allowed himself to drop his guard, and it was a testament to your sometimes unorthodox relationship. But you found you wanted to go to him, to see what the matter was, to ease whatever suffering he must be feeling, and to comfort him in a way you knew he enjoyed.

“Bane?” your voice called out apprehensively. There was no response but a slight shifting of his weight, a deep groan rising from the pit of his chest as it rumbled to the surface, though masked by the compression of his entire face against your sateen sheets. You approached deliberately, suddenly feeling silly for holding onto your palm-sized blaster.

He was a danger, but not to you.

You set the pistol onto your dresser, bending at the knees to sink down to the floor at your bedside, one hand instinctually lifting to gently raise the corner of his hat.

Two searing red eyes stared directly at you. You involuntarily gasped, so stark was the contrast of their fiery depths to the dark coloration of your coverlet. They narrowed when you did not move again, the expression across your face not being one that Bane favored as he had been sure you would receive him with open arms. The Duros did something quite uncharacteristic: he pouted, his scant lower lip cresting downward into an obvious frown.

“Ah cahn see when Ah’m naht wanted,” he began, pushing up with both arms to rid you of his presence.

“Wait, no!” you said a little too forcefully, Bane settling back down as he gazed at you with an arch to his brow. “Don’t go,” you finished more softly, gingerly taking up the curve of his mandible in the crook of your hand. “I don’t want you to go.”

The Duros rasped out a hiss, though it was a release of tension, Bane’s eyelids falling to half-mast. That outward breath extended for what seemed like minutes; he loved the warmth of your skin, the smell, the taste…   

He reached out, shifting to a position that would allow him to help you up, though you were capable of standing on your own. But that is not what he wanted. He manipulated you to sit, convincing you with no more than a tug to your clothing that this was the very thing you should do because he deemed it so.

You entertained him, adjusting yourself to accommodate his nonverbal demand.

Once you were comfortable, the deadliest apex predator of the entire known galaxy buried his rostrum in the meat of your thigh as sinewy digits encased in cut-off gloves snuck beneath the single layer of thin fabric that made up your shirt.

Bane’s touch was icy, a small sound being emitted from your lips as goosebumps prickled up and down your body. This only seemed to excite him, lengthy arms wrapping around the whole of your waist as you realized his excessive accessory was in your way.

You took a chance; you removed his hat, placing it thoughtfully on your bedside table as the Duros curled into you, resting his cheek against your lap as the flat part of his face nuzzled its way into your belly.

Of all the things that could occur at this moment, Bane took up a fetal position, making himself cozy as he squeezed you tightly. You could not help yourself, knowing Bane would appreciate your efforts. You took to caressing him with a calculated touch despite his flesh being enwrapped in protective hunting gear, fingers running the course of his neck and shoulders. You massaged him tenderly, applying just enough force to hear a most gratifying sound.

Some might call it a purr, while Bane himself would call you crazy for suggesting such a ridiculous thing. Still, it only encouraged you to continue, and especially once the Duros had dug his way under the hem of your top, sharp teeth biting and tugging so as to maneuver it out of his way.  

You held your breath, not out of worry of being bitten, but because his shallow exhales licked at your skin making you shudder, a part of you deep inside stirring though you chose not to let it control you, at least not yet.

“Ah’m sick till Ah see ye’” he mumbled against your now bare stomach, “chucked all of a heap,” he added, grazing you with the points of his fangs as he enveloped you in the tangle of his limbs.

“What’s wrong, Cad?” you prodded, only concerned with his mental well-being as it was rare he searched out this level of affection, though that was not to say his words and actions did not move you, a faint blush tinging your cheeks.

“Tired,” he muttered, that vibration in his chest growing louder as his olfactory organs were overtaken with your delicious scent, “karked up,” he finally admitted, his damaged pride apparent in his tone. “Gettin’ old.”

“Nonsense,” you whispered, your thumb lovingly tracing the lines etched across his forehead as you attempted to sate his nerves. “What happened?”

He did not answer, your breath catching as you felt his tongue worm its way into the divot of your navel. He growled as if hungry, his fangs finally pressing against you, though he was kind enough not to bite down hard. He sucked the salt off your skin, licking up from your belly button to the base of your sternum, your body convulsing unwillingly beneath his sudden amorous onslaught.

He stopped just as soon as he started, teeth retracting and rostrum once again rough and scaly against your abdomen. He was reluctant to reply. “…don’ wanna talk about it,” he stated gruffly, shutting his eyes against the universe as well as against you.

“Then what do you want?” You coaxed him for an answer, not expecting the thing he wound up saying next.

“Dhis,” he offered casually, encircling you more succinctly in his embrace.  

If you had been a gambling kind of person, you would have lost, not imagining that in a million rotations Bane would confess to desiring your … cuddles.

You would not disturb him after that for fear of backlash, the notorious, murderous bounty hunter taking to your lap like an overgrown tooka as you settled in for the long haul, incapable and hesitant to move from this spot until he had his fill.

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Masterlist

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[johnsjackolantern4902]

Cad tricks you

You and your party had just finished setting up camp for the night. Cad called you over to him all of a sudden. He was by the fire pit with a few others. He had a welcoming grin on his face.

"What's up?" You asked.

"Nothin', I just wanted to see you." He shrugged. He pulled you in to kiss you. This was a nice and very welcome surprise. Just as he felt you relax into him, his hands quickly slid down from your hips and onto your ass. He grabbed fist fulls of it and practically kneeded into it. You let out a muffled sound of surprise before pushing away. You gave him a look. He laughed, knowing damn well that it turned you on despite your annoyance. Your party members awkwardly tried to act as though they saw nothing.

[chad-something]

BEHOLD Fic Recs!!!! 18+

Notes: I’m reposting this because it seems to have disappeared completely from my account!! After the week we’ve all had I thought I’d accumulate some of my favs 🥹🥹 I’ll make a list for fluffy fics as well! Big love.

Side note, there is no theme, the theme is chaos fuck you Filoni

Warnings: These all contain 18+ content, minors do not interact - all posts contain individual warnings.

Expensive Tastes: by @eloquentmoon - cad bane x AFAB!reader

• Good lord. Need I say more? I want this shit tattooed on my fucking eyelids.

Rough Day: by @no-droids - mando x F!reader

• Because obviously. Is it too much to call this the Bible for fanfic readers?

Tech Savvy: by @bb-8 - Tech x F!reader

• Pure, unadulterated perfection.

Can I help with that?: by @nahoney22 - Tech x F!reader

• She needs no introduction. All of Honey’s work is PERFECTION!! I’m kicking my feet and blushing thinking about it all.

Handling: by @moodymisty - Tech x F!reader

• Again, she needs no introduction. Incredible writing AND incredible sex, what more could you ask for? I just adore all of her stuff!!

Catch and Release: by @sporadicthingcollection - Cad Bane x F!reader

• This was the first fic I ever read on ao3 after somebody sent it to me and I remember with such clarity being like … wait… this shit can be GOOD good?! I feel like I’m reading a Jane Austen novel rn except it’s pure smut and about a blue space cowboy. I seriously hang off Emberly’s every word - this fic and the whole series is AMAZING

Poise Counterpoise: by @sporadicthingcollection - Tech x F!reader

• Mmm same as above but for tech. I want to inject this into my brain?!

Quick and Dirty: by @eyecandyeoz - Tech x Reader

• Everything. All of Candy’s stuff. But in light of recent events this one has been on my mind!

Multitasking: by @neon-junkie - Tech x GN!reader

• I dare you to find a fic by neonjunkie that I won’t obsess over, this is one of my personal favs

Coriolis Effect: by @uponrightful - Crosshair x reader

• FANTASTIC Crosshair series with excellent writing, pacing, and smut by uponrightful

What Boba thinks about on the throne: by @saradika - Boba x F!reader

• I’m blushing. Every. Single. Fic. Is. Perfection. (And read kinktober 2021 NEEEOOOOOOWW)

These are just some off the top of my head to help ease the pain from the finale!! I’ll be back with more soon I’m sure - and there are so many other fluffy fics I adore that I can’t wait to shout out asap

(Boarders by @saradika)

Em x

[masteroffearshusband49020]

"Why're You Lookin At Me Like That?" Cad Bane x GN!Reader

You had been with Cad officially for almost a month now. He was making dinner for the both of you at the moment. You stopped what you were doing and admired him with a smile as he was cutting a vegetable. He stopped when he felt your eyes on him. He looked up at you to confirm his suspicion. There was nothing but warmth and tenderness in your eyes. You looked as though the mere sight of him made your heart melt.

"Why are you lookin at me like that?" He asked.

"I'm just admiring the lovely view." You shrugged. He looked stunned, but touched for a moment before quickly snapping out of it and getting back to cutting his vegetables without a word. Your smile widened, despite trying to hide it, you knew you got to him. You walked over to him and hugged him from behind. He stopped what he was doing.

"Dear, I'm holdin a knife." He mumbled. You kissed him on the cheek.

"That's all I wanted." You let go of him. "You can continue now." You told him before walking off.

"Wait-" He cut himself off.

"Yes?" You asked with a guilty smile. He squinted, annoyed that he fell for your trick. He sighed.

"Nevermind..." He grumbled before going back to cutting. You knew what he wanted, you'd get him to say it some day. He almost said it though, so you figured you'd reward him. You hugged him from behind again and began kissing along his neck and shoulders. He put down the knife and silently accepted his reward.

[nahoney22]

Can we have a Cad Bane x Reader where he finds out that the reader is self harming? What would his response be, how would he approach it? Anything would be great! Thank you so much. This is pretty heavy, so if you decide to not do it, I totally understand! Your writing is amazing!

Overcome

Cad Bane X GN!Reader

word count: 1.3k

Your boyfriend has just walked in on you in the refresher, and he is completely at a loss. What can he do to help?

warnings: trigger warning ⚠️ mentions of SH, Cad being a little inconsiderate and angry, swearing, emotional reader, comfort at the end. Please speak out if you’re struggling, someone will care and listen 💜

Cad could not believe his eyes when he walked into the ‘fresher, his cold blood beginning to boil as anger and confusion flurries his mind.

“What tha’ fuck are you playing’ at?” He kicks the blade out of your grasp, glaring down at you as you sit on the floor, silent and with your knees tucked up into your chest.

His chest is heaving, completely perplexed at what he just witnessed. “Answer me!” He barks, toothpick flying out of his mouth and clattering onto the ground.

You remain silent, staring off at nothing. Completely numb.

“Fine. Be ignorant.” He huffs, pacing back and forth which is when Todo comes sweeping over and analyses the scenario.

“Mr. bane, perhaps it’s best you leave.”

Cad looks at Todo with a face like thunder, “Me?” He hissed.

“Yes, they’re not in the right frame of mind to talk right now.” Todo tries to soothe the situation and Cad is almost in shock at how concerned Todo is in this situation.

He looks to you, then back at Todo and snarls. “Tell them to clean themselves up and meet me in the cockpit.” And like that, Cad stormed off leaving you and the service droid.

Todo floated a few inches above you, scanning your body with his sensors as you wiped away a tear that had escaped your eyes. "He hates me, doesn't he?" you asked in a small voice.

Todo paused for a moment before retrieving a med kit and returning to your side. "Mr. Bane hates a lot of things and people, but you are not one of them," he said soothingly.

You extended your arm, looking at the self-inflicted wound briefly before meeting Todo's gaze as he applied a spray. "He seemed pretty angry with me," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Obviously, you have what I assume is a wound that you did on your own accord so yes, he would be angry.” The droid lectures and you sigh miserably, pacing a hand under your chin as you let the droid get to work.

The two of you are quiet before Todo asks, “Why did you do it?”

Truth is, you didn’t have a specific reason. It was… a lot of things but none you wanted to get into with Todo of all things. “I don’t know.” You reply, not lying, but also not stating the truth.

“Very well.” He finishes patching you up. “He wants to see you in the cockpit.”

You blink and shake your head, hugging your knees again. “I don’t want to talk to him.”

“But Mr.Bane insists-.”

“I don’t give a damn what he insists. If he wants to talk to me he can come here and speak to me.” You hiss, eyes narrowed on the droid who gives you a two second silence before flying off.

In the meantime, Cad is in the cockpit, sitting in the pilot's seat and is pinching at his brow, his temper still simmering but not boiling over.

He didn’t understand. Why would you do that to yourself? Was it a game he didn’t understand or were you…? He sighs at the thought of you doing something as drastic as what he was initially thinking and pondered where it all went wrong.

He sighed, thinking about how your relationship had started off rocky but eventually settled into something more. He loved you, and although it scared him at first, he would do anything for you. Well aware, he knew he had screwed up by snapping at you instead of trying to help. He bounced his leg up and down anxiously, wondering if you would pack your things and leave because of his behavior.

He whips around at the sound of noise but sighs to see it was only Todo. “Are they comin’?”

“I assume you’re talking about-.”

“Obviously! Are they comin’ or not?”

“No.” Todo says plainly.

He groans in aggravation but knows all too well his anger is getting the best of him. He hated seeing you hurting and of course, he fucked up and snapped at you rather than help. He wouldn’t be surprised at all if you were to pack up your stuff and leave after how he acted. But he was a Bounty Hunter, a hard headed one and didn’t do ‘comfort’. Maybe he had to change for you.

“I’ll go speak to dem in a bit.” He muttered to himself, hitting some buttons on the control panel as he set the ship into hyperspace so he had enough time to come up with something to say that didn’t make him sound like a complete idiot.

Maybe half an hour passed and there was still no movement from the refresher which is when he finally approached. The moment the door hissed open, your head tilts to the side, looking up at him.

The two of you stared at one another, neither of you having the courage to speak first. Then, he grumbles something under his breath along the lines of ‘move up’ where he wedges himself on the floor in front of you, his long legs sprawled out.

You see him glance at your arm and you don’t shift your position this time. Instead, you look across at him before saying, “say something then.”

Cad removes his hat, wiping the sweat off his brow he didn’t realise was forming and placed it over his knee. “Alright. Why did you do it?”

The second time that question surfaced today and it wasn’t easier to answer this time round as his red eyes bore into your own. “It’s… complicated.”

“Damn right it is.” He snarled a little but upon seeing your hurt reaction, he sighs and muffles a quick apology. “Can ya try and explain it to me then? Before I lose my head.”

“Before you say, this has nothing to do with you. And I’m not depressed either.” He listens to you, blinking but it is not quite sinking in.

“So ya cut yourself for what? Fun?”

“No! No,” you say quickly, wrapping your arms around yourself, “I’ve been kinda dissociated recently and I felt like this way was the best way for me to take control. Stopping myself from feeling completely numb and empty.”

For the first time, Cad had to hold back a small tear that was threatening to spill. “I just don’t get why ya feel that way though. Or why ya didn’t talk to me about it first instead of doin’ somethin’ stupid like dat?” He gestures to your arm and you find yourself nodding in silent agreement.

“I’m so sorry Cad.” Your hands fly to your face, shielding the tears that poured down your cheeks.

Cad felt a small ache in his heart, yet another sigh parting his lips before he leans across and picks you up with ease, keeping you close to his chest. He does his best and whispers calm and soothing words that soon made your crying die down.

“Easy now.” He murmurs against your ear, placing a small kiss to it. “I’ve got ya. I… I love ya.”

“I’ll always be ‘ere, alright? Remember that. Next time you wanna do something like tha’ come and get me darlin’.”

Your exhausted self sighs against Cad’s body, both of you cuddled up as his longer fingers run through your hair. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem. I’m sorry for how I acted. Just felt like I could’ve done somethin’.” He frowned at himself, internally beating himself up for not seeing the signs earlier. That was part of his life, to have keen eyes and search for any signs of danger. He just felt shitty that he didn’t see it right under his nose.

“Like I said, it’s not your fault. I’m just… tired.”

Cad will do everything in his power to make you feel loved, protected and calm.

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Stardust Reblog Challange December Part 2

13th:

Think You Can Handle Me? 1/2 - Crosshair x AFAB!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

The Last Mission - Jedi OC and Clone OC by: @arctrooper69 SFW

Dincember, December 1 - Gift by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

25 Days of Life Day, Day 1 - Cody x Reader Tree Decorating by: @ladysongmaster SFW

25 Days of Lifeday 2 - Hot Cocoa and Fire Place Cuddles with Rex - Rex x Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

The Toothpick Incident - Crosshair x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Gar Cyare Chapter 8 - Alpha 17 x F!Reader by: @wanderinginksplot SFW

Dincember: December 2 - Snow by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

25 Days of Life Day - Hot Cocoa and Fireplace Cuddles - Rex x Reader by: @ladysongmaster SFW

In Time - Tup x Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

25 Days of Life Day 3 - Sledding with Gregor by: @kaminocasey SFW

Echo x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Eya Episode VIII - Eya ( and several OCs )by: @galacticgraffiti SFW

Take My Memory: Bonsoir Ch. 7 - Gregor x F!OC Cassia Nu by: @kaminocasey SFW

Meeting the Prodigal Daughter - Count Dooku and Y/N Jinn ( Reader ) by: @monako-jinn-stories SFW

25 Days of Life Day 3 - Soup, Sandwiches and Snow - Gregor x Reader by: @ladysongmaster SFW

Dincember: December 3 - Gloves by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

Caught Ya - Wrecker x Reader by: @kaminocasey SFWish

25 Days of Life Day 4: Decorating the House with Wolffe - Wolffe x Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

Snowy Retreat - Hunter x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Holding On - Hunter x F!Reader by: @nahoney22 SFW

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Dincember: December 4 - Fire by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

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Dincember: December 5 - Cold by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

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Security - Honor(Interlude) - Din Djarin x F!OC Astra by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

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Seeing Blue (AU) - Cad Bane x GN!Reader by: @nahoney22 SFW

Dincember: December 8 Candle - Din Djarin x Reader by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

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Worried

Prompt: "You almost died and you're making jokes?" Requested By: @spuffyfan394

Plot: Y/n is worried after Cobb is shot by Cad Bane; and stays by his side back in Boba Fetts palace, waiting for him to wake up.

Pairing: Cobb Vanth x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of gunfire and injuries. Spoilers for The Book of Boba Fett Finale Episode.

Words: 697

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo Star Wars/Mandalorian Taglist: @hoeforthefictional

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You watched with baited breath, gripping the post in front of you. Cobb and the stranger were staring each other down. Their hands hovering over their holstered blasters.

For a moment, Cobb's eyes flicked past the strangers shoulder, meeting yours. He could see the fear in your eyes. Winking, to reassure you, you let out a breath, feeling your worries barely alleviated.

Seeing movement nearby, you looked towards the deputy, as he stood impatiently nearby. Seeing him getting ready to reach for his blaster, your eyes widened. At the same time, Cobb noticed the deputies movements, distracting him.

You felt your heart stop as the stranger fired, striking Cobb in the shoulder, before he could get his own blaster out. The stranger turned and fired at the deputy, again and again. You opened your mouth to call out, but your words died on your lips. You stared at Cobbs motionless body.

When he was done, the stranger looked around, his eyes passing over you briefly. You felt rage rocket through you, but pushed it away.

His voice called out, echoing through the town. "Tatooine belongs to the syndicate. As long as the spice keeps running, everyone will be left alone." Turning, the stranger walked back out into the desert.

Once he was past you, you quickly ran to Cobb's side. Tears were welling in your eyes as you turned him onto his back, lying his head in your lap. His breath was baited, and slow.

"Cobb?" You whispered, hoping his eyes would flutter open, that he would make a sound. "Cobb?" You whispered, stifling a shaky sob.

When he made no movement and no sound, you looked out at the sandy plane, as the man disappeared into the dusty distance. You glared, feeling anger pulse through you again. Looking down at Cobb, you pressed your forehead against his.

You would not let them get away with this. You would not let their terror rule over you. You would help the Mandalorian and Boba Fett, and you would see this stranger get what he deserved.

- - - - - - - -

You stared down at Cobb, his breathing was steady, and his shoulder healed. Boba Fett brought in a specialist, to alter his shoulder that had been damaged. You wondered how he would react when he woke to find his altered state.

Looking around the room, you thought back on everything that had happened.

You and the others from Freetown came to Boba Fett's aid against the Syndicate. In return for your help, he helped to heal Cobb. He had yet to wake since the day the stranger, who you now knew as Cad Bane, had shot him down.

Lost in thought, you didn't notice Cobb's eyes flutter open. Looking around, his eyes landed on you, as you stood over him, your face pensive.

"Hey you." He muttered out.

Your eyes shot down at the sound of his voice. "Cobb" You said breathless as a smile formed on your face. You placed your hand on the top of his head, running your fingers through his damp hair. "How are you feeling?"

"Uh...alright I think. What the hell happened?"

"It's a long story, but, the ending is, that Boba Fett lent the use of his Bacta tank to heal you. But..."

"But?"

"But, they had to add alterations to your shoulder."

He furrowed his brow before looking down at his shoulder. Reaching his hand up he gripped it, and rolled it, feeling an unusual tightness within, noting the lack of discomfort. "Well. With this, maybe next time I'll be able to reach my blaster faster"

You let out a huff of breath and rolled your eyes with a shake of the head. "You almost died and you're making jokes?"

He gave you a tired smirk before reaching over and grabbing your hand. "I'm sorry. But hey. I'm okay. Right?"

You smiled down at him. "Yeah, you're okay. But you had me worried."

Reaching up, he gently cupped your face. "When don't I worry you?"

Leaning down you hovered above his face. "Never." After pressing a soft, quick kiss to his lips, you rested your forehead on his.

"Now-" he began, "Tell me this 'long story.'"

xx End xx

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[murdertoothpick]

I cannot stress this enough: I want a fucking threesome with Cad Bane and Crosshair

ngl i’m not completely into it BUT i think they’d be competitive af / adversaries while fucking you and that’s kinda hot

Cad Bane x f!Reader x Crosshair (gn! if you ignore the first line of dialogue)

Warnings: threesome, tag teamed, vaginal/anal (whatever you prefer), face fucking, rough sex, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, written on my phone at 1am.

‘C’mon little lady,’ the hunter drawls, his blue fingertips leaving purple bruises on your hips as he mercilessly pounds into you from behind. ‘Make those pretty sounds.’

You squeak as a hard thrust drives you forward, and then two slender legs come into view as the sniper kneels himself in front of you, languidly stroking his cock in one hand. His other hand, less gentle and closer to matching the grip of the blue man, pulls at your hair, urging you to look up at him.

‘Don’t you fucking dare,’ he growls, tapping his cock on your closed lips twice to tell you to open. You comply immediately, welcoming the length of his cock into your mouth while both sets of his fingers thread into your hair and tug harshly.

‘You didn’t want to talk before,’ he scorns, pushing his length along your tongue and towards the cavern of your throat to shut you up.

The hunter behind you sickly chuckles as he watches the commander gain momentum in his thrusts, ‘he’s jus jealous.’

The sniper grunts, shooting a glare at his associate and grumbling a, ‘Shabuir’ under his breath—reaffirming the adversity you had become caught up in when the two showed up looking for Clone Force 99. It seems that you’ve become the prize and incentive they needed to determine authority in their partnership.

And who were you to deny them that? Not when the infamous Cad Bane is balls deep inside you and you’re gagging on the cock of the deadliest, and hottest, commander in the galaxy.

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[sinisterexaggerator]

Lemmie see

For @renek-bane

Cad Bane x GN! Reader

Word count: 330

Warnings: Blood, finger sucking, minor injury, fluff, "caretaking."

"Ouch!" you declared, quickly putting down the blade. You had been cutting a root vegetable for dinner, as you had a very special guest.

Said guest was up within an instant, disregarding the drink he had prepared. His eyes narrowed as he studied you - not out of anger, but more so rapt concern.

"What is it," he asked quite simply.

You moved to shield your hand, wary of showing Cad Bane your injury. His rostrum crinkled as he canted his large head. It veered right, as well as his accompaniment, a rather expansive hat.

He pressed his thin lips together - he could smell it.

"Cut myself," you frowned.

Bane steadily walked forward, his boots clunking against your real wood floors. You were a country hooligan, and you lived liked one. You preferred it to the city; all that ungodly noise.

"Lemmie see," he demanded curtly.

You extended your finger reservedly, a bead of bright red blood pooling at the cut. He snatched your wrist up, though being careful with how he handled you.

"Poor lil' thin'," he muttered raspingly, ruby eyes reflecting in your home's dim light. He flashed his canines in disapproval as your heart fluttered inside your chest.

"I'll be all right, I just need a-"

You gasped, inhaling a sharp breath. Cad Bane had protracted his cold tongue to lick your wound clean before slipping your entire forefinger in his fang filled mouth.

He sucked gingerly, staunching the flow of blood. You watched enthralled, blushing fiercely. You were amazed he did not bite. You had to force yourself to mask a shudder. If needed, you would freely be willing to admit that you were irrefutably turned on by it.

"All betta' now," he drawled easily once he had released you, adding a small impress of his lips to top it off in an uncharacteristic, sporadic kiss.

"Yes, t-thank you," you agreed, not wanting it to end. For all intents and purposes, it had been... intimate.

[johnsjackolantern4902]

You and Cad are about to kiss in a public area and you think it's weird of him to kiss you in public, but you think nothing of it. Cad grabs your ass, full fisted and with both hands. in front of your group. and you totally fell right into his trap.

[itsagrimm]

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Simon Ghost Riley x you - Dollhouse

Medieval Price X she/her Princess - To steal a Princess

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Ded Moroz!Price X OC - Master of Winter "

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König x She/her OC Hinterland*

König x She/her OC Adventssonntag

König x She/her OC Von Vätern und Söhnen

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Imperial!Tech "Sensuality of Violence"

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5 * Part 6 * " Part 7 * " Part 8 on hiatus

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Day 1 Day 2* Day 3 in progress

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One shots

Thrawn X Ar'alani secretly looking at the Irizi art

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Darth Maul x gn Reader

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TBB Halloween with Crosshair & Hunter >Keldabe Kiss<

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Walon Vau X Ordo Skirata Mird the blanket thief

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breastie breastie breastie i’m going to be greedy 😏

can i get a sneak peek into “expensive taste” and “the will of the wilds” for your wip game 🥺💕

hehehe hey my gorgeous breastie!!!!! of course you can. be greedy always. you know i would do anything for you. thank you so much for asking lovely ♡

MINORS DNI, NSFW! 18+ CONTENT AHEAD

Expensive Tastes (Cad Bane x F!Reader - NSFW) 

Up until this moment he has been consistently slow: a lazy and over-confident air to him, as if he could take or leave anything you would offer. But now, he suddenly moves ­– he reaches behind you, using his swift reflexes to quickly and harshly take a handful of your flesh, to grasp your ass tightly with his long, blue fingers.

You release a hiss, your eyes flickering up, returning to his.

“Pretty thing,” he mutters. His other hand finds its way to your chin, and he caresses your jawline with a feather-light touch. “I got you right where I want you,” he drawls huskily.

The Will of the Wilds (Savage Opress x GN!Reader)

He’s here.

You can now sense him looming behind you, watching you. You cannot bring yourself to turn around and face him – as that tumultuous, cowardly weight continues to lie sticky and anchoring in your middle.

But you soon feel the gentle caress of his fingers on the back of your arm. He then takes your elbow in a hot, large palm, his skin rough against the softness of your own. It is unmistakably him: that languid, measured and tender touch reserved for you, and you alone. He holds your arm and then moves closer, in the way he always did before, the way he would always approach you when from behind, as to not startle you.

A washing ache of that familiar sweetened yearning crashes over you, and you almost collapse under the shock of the wave. You lean back against him and your eyes close, but you are still so tentative and disbelieving.

“You returned,” you whisper.

“Of course,” Savage replies. 

[starilicious]

der lagi lekin (hunter x force-user!gn! reader + ep. 8 fix-it)

》 summary: tbb episode 8 fix-it featuring a force-user reader who used to be a jedi. reader is a part of tbb and in a relationship with hunter, but the squad–nor hunter–knows that reader is a force-user. (disclaimer: all of this was written before episode 9 was released! see a/n for an explanation ^_^) (another disclaimer: if you want just the hunter x reader comfort, please let me know and i'll finish it up and post it!)

》 word count: ~8k (yeah, it's a lot LOL)

click here to read on AO3

》 warnings: in-universe swearing, mental breakdown, some slight sensory overloads, pretty mild panic attack, light canon-typical violence, angst + some comfort, survivor's guilt from surviving order 66, no use of y/n, slightly plot heavy because i got way too carried away in writing (whoops?) [if i should add more warnings, please let me know!]

》 spoilers: major ones for tbb episode 8 "reunion"

》 a/n: okay look, i gotta confess: this wasn’t supposed to be an episode 8 fix-it. really. i’m actually glad cad bane won because we get to see that the clones don’t always win every fight... i think it makes for a better and more complex story. anyway, i started out writing just reader and hunter comfort after episode 8 ended. but i’m weak for omega because she reminds me so much of my younger siblings and i ended up writing a wholeass fix-it to save her (even tho cad bane is a downright badass). i kind of liked what i did with building up the plot so much that i might continue this story of force-user!reader with tbb. but that’s a tangent we can deal with later. if you would like a part two with the hunter x reader comfort this was originally intended to be, let me know!

as i said in the summary, i wrote all of this before episode 9 came out–just be aware of that. because it’s so long, it took me a while to edit, which is why i’m posting after ep. 9 was released. but without further ado, i hope you like it! <33

》 misc. notes:

• title of the fic is from the hindi song "der lagi lekin" from the film zindagi na milegi dobara. i linked the song in blue and linked the english translations in green in case you're curious! it's not necessary to listen or understand the song, but i thought it went well with the fic :)

“Everybody get down!” Wrecker yells. You and the squad immediately do as he instructs, diving towards the ground and covering your head. Stars, I hope this works.

The charges the six of you placed around the gigantic cone that surrounds the core cylinder explodes in a deafening blast. You curl into the tightest ball you can manage, breathing so hard that the HUD inside your helmet temporarily fogs up. Metal shards of the explosion rain down on you hard.

For a moment, it seems like nothing happened. But then you hear the telltale, ear-grinding creak of the durasteel and the squad is roughly catapulted forward from the force of the cone beginning to fall down.

You struggle to stand up as you lurch this way and that, trying to regain your balance and stabilize as Tech calls out, “Hold on!”

You quickly glance at the rest of the Bad Batch, trying to see if any of them were hurt. Other than the absolutely terrified look on Omega’s face, all is well considering the circumstances. The metal groans and begins its descent, taking your feeling of being grounded with it. The weightlessness is uncomfortably familiar to say the least, but you ignore it as the six of you scramble to hold on to the side of the cone. You certainly did your fair share of acrobatics back in the war, but feeling it hum around you...it’s too much. It’s too much. You elect to push it back into the depths of your brain. But it doesn’t leave.

It never really does.

Omega’s anxious whimpers come in faintly through your thick helmet and you whip around, frantically trying to find where she is. But before you can find her, the cone lands vertically on its head and the force is so violent that your stable hold on the durasteel is broken. Panicked, you quickly fire a grappling hook towards the ledge where you were previously hanging on. The hook catches and you stop abruptly, the jerky movement almost wrenching your arm out of its socket.

You look down to see Omega falling from someone’s grip and into Hunter’s arms. You can barely tell where anyone is thanks to the lack of light and the incessant motion.

The cone begins to topple onto its side and suddenly, your wire snaps from the tension. You let out a scream of surprise as you plummet downwards, wind rushing past your helmet. ForceIdon’twanttodieohmyMakerohno–

But you never hit the ground, instead being flung sideways as the cone tears into two. On trained instinct, you tuck yourself into a ball to try and roll in order to break your fall instead of using it. That time is long gone.

You land with a sickening thud and hiss in pain as your back hits the metal hard. You hear something crack, but whether it is your armor or something internal, you have absolutely no idea, and don’t have time to check before you black out.

✧✦✧

You jolt awake, a sound making its way into your consciousness. Finally, the damn place stopped moving. You take a few minutes to try and relieve the painful pressure in your chest, reaching up to rip your helmet off because you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe.

You tilt your head back as you struggle to take in air and let the adrenaline subside. You hear voices in the distance and you strain your ears to pick up on the sound as you quickly check yourself over. As far as you can tell, nothing major is broken, and at this point, that is all that matters. Though, your head is pounding, and for more reasons than one

“–nter.. port side... what… status?”

You can’t tell who is speaking, the message too far away for you to hear. But the bits and pieces are enough for you to know that it’s someone from the Bad Batch and that you weren’t unconscious for long. You stand up and dust yourself off before slowly walking to where you believe the origin of the sound is.

“–engine… got company.” A blaster sound and then an explosion rings through the quiet.

Your eyes widen and you quickly pick up the pace, getting your blaster ready as you pick your way through the sharp metal that is jutting out from the ground.

You click on your wrist comm. “Echo, you there?” A faint crackle before his voice comes through, but the signal is scratchy. You frown in frustration.

“–are you? Hunter is... port side,” Echo says and you smack your commlink to try and get the electronics to work, but it’s no use. The device is broken, most likely from the fall, you deduce.

“Meet… Marauder.”

You don’t bother to answer, knowing Echo would probably not even be able to hear what you had to say anyway. Without a signal booster or repeater, there’s no way you can get your transmission across the channel frequency.

It takes a few minutes, but you eventually find the night sky of Bracca blinking down at you at the end of the ripped off cone. You run out to find that you’re in the middle of where the cone broke in half. Okay, new plan. I need to find Hunter. Hunter will know what to do.

You scan your surroundings. The HUD isn’t picking up on any lifeforms near you, and you realize with sinking dread that you have no more options. Whichever piece you climbed through to get to your squadmates, it would take too long for you to search for them since you don’t know their coordinates and your comm isn’t working. Frankly, the Empire–Crosshair–would find you first. You have to use it.

You have to use the Force.

A wave of nausea overcomes you at the mere thought of it and you sway. In an attempt to ground yourself, you tear off your helmet to breathe some fresh air and end up keeling over as the bile rises in your throat. Nothing comes out. You can’t tell if that’s a positive or not.

You could have saved them. Someone. Anyone.

It itches at you in the back of your head, wishing to be let out of its cage. But you can’t. You can’t do it. What’s the use anyway? All you would be doing is saving yourself. The choice of surviving it all has haunted you ever since. Your head pounds in agony.

You saw it happen. You could have helped them. And you ran like a coward. Only ever concerned about yourself.

You inhale sharply as the scene flashes before your eyes, clones shooting at you and the other Jedi. The blaster fire. The confusion. The screams.

How pathetic.

The last statement, an echo of Crosshair’s words, bounces around in your brain. You clutch your head as you let out a heartbroken sob, knee deep in the dirt and metal and grief. Tears create clean tracks down your face as you finally break down, the flood of emotions bursting the dam open. At this point, you don’t know if the emotions are yours or the ones you previously felt through the Force, all of them swirling and blending into one. The bottled up anguish merged together when you attempted to cut yourself off from the Force after the clones–your friends–attacked.

The pain of their death is perhaps the worst of all. Horror courses through you as you finally process your friends and mentors dying around the galaxy, their deaths, their distress, their fear reverberating heavily throughout the Force. Each one cripples you further as you once again struggle to breathe.

It feels like light years pass when you finally calm down to a practically numb state of being. The scenes stop replaying behind your closed eyelids and the echoing shrieks die down to a faint, hollow whisper. You’re suddenly exhausted, limbs heavy and energy sapped. It was almost relieving to finally let the Force once again flow through your body, your nerves lightly tingling with potential despite how tired you feel. You collapse onto the ground and try to recenter yourself.

But despite finally acknowledging the loss, it doesn’t feel right. You didn’t get to say goodbye. You hadn’t been able to even think about them, much less honor them, too focused on going on the run to concentrate on anything beyond the next day’s survival. Even once you joined the Bad Batch, you were paranoid about their chips, about your friends turning on you at any moment. You were always extremely reluctant to engage in the Force, even at the worst of times.

With a start, you realize that you don’t need to worry about your squadmates. Their inhibitor chips are now gone. You… you are safe.

You let out a shocked laugh as it sinks in. A glimmer of hope, of peace. I’m safe.

You sit up then, criss-crossing your legs as you survey the broken landscape of Bracca. Despite the planet being a graveyard, you feel lucidly alive. Perhaps something died in you, that wretched day. But something else, slowly but surely, began growing in its place. It’s meek, but it’s there.

You let out a breath and close your eyes, reaching for the Force like it’s an old friend. It accepts your invitation with hesitation, joining hands with you as if you did not try beating it to death for days on end. You sink into the gentle lapping waves of the Force, extending into it and widening your scope.

There’s something that lurks beneath the surface, in the deep. Dark and sinister and so utterly painful. It calls to you, quiet and low. Enticing. Tempting. And something in you knows that it’s the reason for your previous life’s demise.

But you can feel Hunter’s–and Omega’s, you realize–presence near you in the Force. Even with your relatively damaged connection to the Force after Order 66, the Bad Batch’s Force auras were something you could always hone in on. You let yourself direct your focus to the duo, letting their emotions be your beacon to the acceptance of the Light side of the Force.

In a split second, you decide to not dive deeper into the Force. This isn’t the place nor the time to discover what is prowling in the endless yawning of the Force, to discover why everything happened. So you direct your concentration to the beings on the planet, feeling and breathing your way through the Life Force.

You freeze. There’s something here. No… someone. Your eyebrows furrow as you divert your attention away from your friends and other organisms to the peculiar source. Something about this person strikes you as familiar.

Your eyes snap open and you gasp. I’m not alone. A Force-sensitive. Someone survived. Giddy beyond belief, you snatch up your helmet and begin trekking your way across the wreckage in the opposite direction of Hunter and Omega before pausing. Whoever this person is doesn’t know about your presence on the planet.

And despite the fear you felt emanating off of them in the Force, you somehow knew they were safe, at least for now. And they would remain so if you have anything to say about it. Maker forbid anything that jeopardizes this person’s fragile safety. After all, you know best what it’s like to constantly flee scene after scene.

Staying away is the best thing to do. I’ll come back for you, whoever you are.

You double back and make quick work of getting across the debris as you focus your concentration on Hunter’s and Omega’s Force signatures. As you get closer to the port side, you hear Omega’s high voice. Through your HUD, you can see her small form. You grin. She disappears then, and on closer inspection, you figure she jumped through some broken cargo doors.

The entrance she and Hunter took is too high for you to jump up to, even with the aid of the Force. Combined with your wariness of probe droids, you decide to take a different route from the right side, climbing up the broken ship. The slick oil mixed with the water still present on the metal makes for a difficult trek, and you slip more times than you would like to admit.

Hunter’s gruff voice floats up towards you and you scramble the last few meters to the edge of a hole in the ceiling before pausing. The Force is itching at the back of your head. Something’s wrong.

You peek over the edge of the giant slab of durasteel that created the hole to see bodies in white armor littered everywhere–clones, you realize. Your heart pangs in sadness at the sight.

Slightly to your right, a blue figure and a techno-service droid stand in front of a ship and a frightened Omega stands behind a defensive Hunter. Your mouth drops open. Kriff.

Cad Bane.

A memory from near the beginning of the war hits you in full force. You and Anakin had taken some time on Coruscant to catch up with each other after you passed your trials and were promoted to Jedi Knight. He told you about a mission where he had to stop a bounty hunter who successfully stole a Jedi holocron. You remember how surprised you were when you heard the bitter disgust in Anakin’s voice. The ruthlessly cunning bounty hunter not only threatened to kill Ahsoka, but he murdered Master Ropal.

Judging by the looks of it, Hunter doesn’t know who he is. If the Anakin Skywalker had a difficult time with Cad Bane, there is no way in sithhell Hunter can take him on, even with his enhanced senses. Frankly, you seriously doubt you can either, especially with how rusty your Force skills are now. And that means this isn’t going to end well.

You watch carefully as you tune into the conversation.

“Ain’t you smart?” Bane smirks. “The kid’s got it all figured it out.”

“You’re in trouble now!” the droid exclaims, pointing at Hunter and Omega. You grit your teeth in annoyance.

“Who hired you?” Hunter asks. Stalling. Not a bad move, Hunter.

“Son,” Bane sighs, already done with the brief conversation. “That’s confidential information. Now hand her over.”

Omega stays behind Hunter, taking a knee as Hunter walks forward protectively. You bristle. How am I supposed to help from up here?

“She’s not going anywhere.”

Your eyes drift over the scene in a panic and you take in the fallen clones again. An idea pops into your head. It is desperate, but at this point, you don’t have much of a choice.

Bane mimics Hunter’s movement, walking forward and putting a hand near his belt. The tension is as thick as duracrete.

“That’s unfortunate… for you.”

You grab the long barrel piece from your belt, fitting it over your blaster hurriedly as the showdown begins. Out of the corner of your eye, you see them staring each other down and you can’t help but roll your eyes. Men.

During the war, Crosshair helped you re-engineer your weapon so you could put together various pieces in the field to make a blaster gun that loosely resembled his own sniper. Seeing the clones reminded you of him. A wave of sadness washes over you, but you shake your head. Now is not the time.

You screw on the telescopic sight and set up your makeshift sniper. You peer through the viewfinder and find Bane’s chest. Your finger tenses over the trigger.

You let yourself sink deep into the Force, let it guide your actions. Inhale. Exhale. I can do this. As you relax, the mellow warmth you missed so dearly washes over you, gently eroding the torment in your mind and heart, guiding your focus to the here and now. Trust in the Force.

Wait.

Wait.

Now.

You fire two bolts straight into your target the same exact moment Bane and Hunter shoot each other. Hunter’s shot hits the droid, breaking off its leg. Bane’s shot hits directly in Hunter’s chest, as yours did Bane. Both men immediately fall backwards and slam into the ground.

“My booster!” Oh. So not a leg. Got it.

“Hunter!”

Kriff kriff kriff. You jump down nimbly from your hiding spot in the ceiling and immediately sprint towards the duo. Is he dead? You would unapologetically release sithhell on Bane if he killed the man you love.

Omega panics as she tries to wake Hunter up, continuously calling his name before taking a glimpse of her surroundings. Before you can react, she grabs her bow and pulls it taut, aiming at you. She looks petrified.

“Whoa! Omega, it’s me!” you exclaim, holding your hands up in surrender. She takes a moment to actually look at you before sagging in relief. Suddenly, the droid comes speeding out of nowhere and Omega shoots, the energy bolt whizzing past your waist and straight into the droid before it can attack you from behind.

The shot rings true and the grumpy robot falls. You turn around to grab at its exposed parts under its head and yank them out to make sure it can’t power on again.

“Thanks, Omega. I owe you one,” you say and Omega gives you a proud smile.

You place a comforting hand on her shoulder before kneeling down to shake Hunter awake, but it doesn’t work. You take a moment to analyse Hunter’s Life Force. It’s a bit dimmer, but it’s constant, meaning he’s out cold and doesn’t have the life draining out of him. You let out a sigh of relief. He’s alive. You glance back to see Bane still not moving. Good.

“What’re we gonna do?” Omega whispers as you both peer down at Hunter. His armor is smoking from Bane’s blaster shot and you exhale through your teeth, trying to come up with a plan. You slip off a glove to check Hunter’s pulse–it’s strong. You don’t want to leave Omega alone, even if Bane is unconscious, but you aren’t sure you have a choice.

“Well we can’t carry him to safety, neither of us are strong enough for that,” you think aloud, gears churning in your head. You would have to wait for help, even if you were sitting ducks.

Briefly, you entertain the thought of taking Bane’s ship. The only problem is you don’t know what trackers or other gadgets are in there–it’s too costly of a risk and a price you weren’t willing to pay. You sigh, resigned.

“Omega, you try to comm the others and see if you can wake Hunter up. I’m going to go inside this guy’s ship and see if I can find something that can help us. We have to get out of here before the bounty hunter wakes up,” you instruct and Omega nods, youthful determination flooding back into her eyes.

You leave her to it, walking cautiously towards Bane’s ship. You look down at him. His armor is smoking in two places from the shots you fired. Based on what you see, he’s still unconscious, and his Life Force reflects the same conclusion. How long that would remain, you don’t know. Which means you need to work fast.

You board the ship while you remove the sniper attachments from your blaster and clip them back onto your belt. You keep your guard up as you look around. No droids. Guess that techno-service droid is his one and only.

In an effort to slowly re-familiarize yourself with the Force, you send out a quick pulse through it to see if there are any lifeforms aboard the ship, relaxing when you find none. You rummage through all the cabinets that you discover, looking high and low as you try to locate something of use. The secret compartment in the cockpit proves to be the fruitful reward to your search. With a wave of your hand, you unlock it with ease. Bingo.

Credits. Bags of them. And they’re unmarked creds, which make your score even better. Hopefully, it would be enough to pay off your debt to Cid and give the Havoc Marauder some much-needed upgrades.

Usually, you would feel bad about stealing from someone, but considering this was a bounty hunter – Cad Bane, no less – you figure you can risk treading the grey area of your moral code.

You grab as many bags as you’re able, stuffing them inside your backpack and clipping the rest onto your belt. At this moment, you’re incredibly grateful to Tech and Echo for designing a sturdy utility belt that fits you well. The standard ones were for clones and you definitely were not a clone.

You exit the cockpit and head to the second level of the ship to see if there’s anything else you can find. A stack of crates sits in the corner across from what you assume to be a prison. You scrunch your nose in disgust as you open one to find medical supplies. Bacta patches and gel, vitapaste, rations, water, gloves, sanitary napkins–it was all there. Delighted, you close the crate and click the repulsor to make it levitate. Oh how you love technology.

You turn around and walk back up the stairs to leave the ship. You freeze at the exit ramp. You have got to be karking kidding me.

“Sorry lil’ lady.”

Cad Bane stuns Omega in front of your eyes before rounding on you and immediately fires. In a desperate attempt to save yourself, you throw your hands up and the honeyed power of the Force rushes through every fibre of your being. The blaster bolts slow down to a snail-like crawl and your eyes widen. How did I…?

Never mind how you argue with yourself. Time to get out of here!

You tiptoe around each bolt, the effort of keeping them in stasis becoming more difficult with each passing moment. You grit your teeth as your arms shake, but you keep going until you are finally off the ramp. You lower your arms and the energy hits the inside of the ship, spazzing out the blinking controls inside.

Bane turns to you in surprise, astonished at how you’re suddenly in front of him. You don’t give him the luxury of processing the event and immediately punch him in the face with as much strength as you can muster. Bane pitches backwards and collapses onto the ground, just as he did the first time. You grab your stun blaster and shoot him as extra assurance. You really did not want this to repeat again. Hopefully he never wakes up with a memory of what I just did...

“Now stay down,” you mutter to a knocked out Bane, cradling your now injured hand. You have no idea how Wrecker ever does this because wow your hand is killing you.

You have to say, you’re pretty proud of yourself for being able to render him unconscious not once, but two times. You wish you could tell Anakin–the thought saddens you. He’s probably dead too.

With that vividly cheery thought, you stagger back from the ramp in exhaustion, weary from the sudden surge of the Force still ebbing and coursing through your body.

None of the Bad Batch knew you used to be a Jedi–not even Hunter. It was something only a few of your closest Jedi friends and the Jedi Council knew about.

But after what happened today, with Rex helping your squadmates get their inhibitor chips out, with you finally letting the Force in… maybe it is time to tell them. The secrecy wouldn’t be needed anymore now that you were sure you were safe around your friends. But clearly, the universe wanted to throw a nasty vibroblade in your plans by knocking Hunter and Omega unconscious and having the best kriffing bounty hunter in the galaxy be hot on your heels.

You take a few seconds to get your breath back and regain your mental energy. You aren’t out of the woods yet. You run inside Bane’s ship to grab the crate of medical supplies before sprinting back out towards Hunter and Omega.

You lean down and pat Omega’s cheek gently, trying to wake her up, but she’s out cold. Why is everyone around me unconscious? Frankly, you’re equally amused and terrified by the situation laid out in front of you.

You sigh, looking around to see if you can find some cover. There’s a giant sheet of durasteel to your left, big enough to act as a barrier in case trouble comes knocking. You bend down and pick Omega up before placing her down cautiously, leaning her small body against the metal. You repeat the action with the crate you found.

The third time proves to be much more difficult. Hunter certainly isn’t as muscular as Wrecker, but he sure as sithhell isn’t as light as Omega. You tap your foot nervously, trying to figure out a way for you to lift him. Yes, you could use the Force, but you don’t want to alert the other Force-sensitive on the planet. If they knew about your existence, it could put them in danger, and that was the last thing you wanted.

Giving up, you place your hands underneath Hunter’s armpits and effectively drag him all the way over, propping him up as you did Omega. You cringe at the sound of his armor grating the floor. There are sure to be dirty scuff marks on it now. Sorry Hunter.

Just as you’re about to sit down next to him, heaving deep breaths from the exertion, you pause. A warning is practically blaring in the Force and you tense, urgently trying to figure out the cause.

“Not again,” you mumble under your breath. You can’t handle any more action today. With Hunter and Omega both down, and your extreme fatigue from engaging in the Force, you don’t know how much of a fight you can put up. Not to mention you never trained as a soldier. There was a reason why you left the military planning strategies to the Bad Batch.

You hold your blaster close to your chest as you scan the environment. Bane is immobile and so is the dismantled techno-service droid. So what’s wrong?

Ten nerve-wracking seconds pass before you get your answer. Clone voices waft up to your hiding spot and you bite your cheek in frustration as your head continues to pound. Your headache still hasn’t stopped.

There is no way you can fight them all off, especially if Crosshair is with them. They are too far away for you to get a read on how many there are, and frankly, you’re much too scared to even peek around the durasteel to count.

One of Tech’s previous statements floats through your mind. About three attack shuttles worth.

You can feel your heart thumping wildly in your chest, blood rushing through your ears as anxiety ties your stomach into knots. I can’t do this, I can’t do this, Ican’tdothis.

You take deep breaths, doing your best to clear your mind and focus. You had to do this. There is no other option other than surrendering or dying. No, damnit, you would go down fighting until the Life Force left you.

You peer just past the edge of the metal to see at least twenty clones heading your way. Certainly not ideal, but you bide your time. If you started shooting now, you couldn’t use the element of surprise to your advantage and they would easily overwhelm you. But once they’re close enough, you hope you can at least take a couple out before having to resort to using the Force. It isn’t ideal, but it’s all you have.

Honestly, you don’t know if you could get out of this one alive, much less protect Hunter and Omega too. Maker help me.

It throws you off when they finally come into sight–you see how plain the clones’ armor looked without paint. You never really noticed it before since you were always running for your life in those circumstances. But now that you think about it, you are so used to seeing bright blue or green or yellow that the alabaster white just seems so… odd.

“Looks like a big fight happened here.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. All these men are dead.”

Now.

You whip your body around the metal and immediately begin shooting as fast as you can pull the trigger, trying to make every shot count. The troopers hesitate for just a moment, most likely due to their surprise of you being there. But that second is all you need.

You take out the three men closest to you before jumping back behind the metal as their barrage of fire rains down on you. You do your best to shoot back and manage to take out one more clone, but they’re beginning to gain too much ground too fast. I can do this. I have to do this.

As far as you can tell, Crosshair isn’t with the clones attacking you, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t set up shop somewhere nearby, waiting to shoot you.

You shudder. It’s a chilling thought.

You grab one of your last detonators from your belt and hurl it as far as you can. The rapid beeping rises quickly in pitch before the charge explodes. Anguished cries reverberate throughout the area, and you briefly feel sorry for having to take such drastic measures as you feel their Force signatures dim swiftly. But you don’t have a choice.

Peeking around the corner, you count around eight to ten clones down. Not bad considering the circumstances.

You continue shooting as much as you can but now the troopers are much too close for comfort and you’re feeling overwhelmed. The durasteel you are using for cover isn’t meant to take this kind of damage, and the integrity of your shield is quickly waning as told by the constant creaks and groans. You don’t know what to do. Will we make it?

In your haste of shooting first and panicking later, you don’t notice Hunter groaning, finally waking up. And before you have time to even glance at him, the familiar hum of the Havoc Marauder and its lights shine down on you. Your sag in relief. Looks like Omega was able to comm them after all. Never before have you been so glad to see the beat-up hunk of junk. (You would never say that to Tech though–the Marauder is his baby, his pride and joy.)

Echo, Wrecker, and Tech all race off the ship, guns ablazing. Wrecker and Tech stand guard, serving as cover fire while Echo bends down to help you out.

“Hunter, wake up!” Echo hisses and smacks his helmet lightly. Hunter mumbles in pain as he starts to move, trying to look around as his HUD boots back up. Seriously? Now you wake up? you think sarcastically. But you’re much more relieved at the fact that he has actually woken up.

“What happened? Where’s Omega?” Wrecker bellows, worried.

“She’s right here, I’ve got her!” you shout back at the same time Echo says, “He was shot in the chest plate.”

You pocket your blaster and gather the young girl in your arms with every last bit of strength you have left. You aren’t strong enough to hold her in one arm and shoot with the other. That is much more up Wrecker’s alley.

“We have to get him on board!” Tech exclaims as he helps Echo support Hunter. You pick Omega up in both arms and bolt for the ship as fast as you can while yelling at Tech to grab the crate of supplies.

“Incoming!” Wrecker calls out as a fresh wave of troopers advance towards the six of you. You grunt as you deposit Omega in a chair near the controls before pulling out your blaster and helping Wrecker shoot down the men racing towards you.

“Got him. Tech, fly us out of here!” Echo commands while Wrecker makes a gesture for them to get on the ship faster. Hunter stumbles as he does his best to upright himself.

“Go go go!” Wrecker exclaims. Tech shoves the crate next to Omega’s seat and makes a beeline for the cockpit as you continue shooting, moving to the side to make space for Echo and Hunter to come on board. Wrecker quickly climbs in right after them and the ramp closes shut.

Tech immediately pilots the Havoc Marauder up and away from the scene. You vaguely hear the sound of blaster fire hitting the bottom of the ship while you drop your blaster on the ground and wrench Hunter’s helmet off in a panic. You take his face in your hands as you scan him quickly, trying to figure out if he’s hurt or not.

Hunter bats your hands away. “He... he took Omega,” he says and you shake your head. Wrecker pipes up from behind you to respond.

“Who? Crosshair?”

“The bounty hunter,” Hunter mutters as he rubs a hand over his face. Before Wrecker can answer again, you step in.

“No, he didn’t. I took him down. And no, he’s not dead,” you tack on quickly when you see Echo open his mouth. Echo shakes his head fondly and you just grin at him.

“She’s right here,” Echo says instead, pointing to Omega’s sleeping figure. Hunter turns in surprise to see that his brother is indeed telling the truth.

“How...?” Hunter’s voice trails off. Echo and Wrecker look at you expectantly, and Hunter follows suit. You sigh and take off your helmet, setting it down on the ledge next to the controls. You don’t look at them.

“It’s a long story.”

You don’t have a chance to elaborate any further because Tech walks in, interrupting the conversation.

“I’ve made the jump to hyperspace. There was a cruiser in the atmosphere, but I was able to quietly go past them by disguising our ship as a bounty hunter’s. They didn’t interfere. I put in the coordinates for Ord Mantell. I estimate our time of arrival to be five hours and thirty two minutes,” Tech reports and Hunter nods while you voice your thanks.

“Looks like we got time!” Wrecker says cheerily, pulling out an extra chair. Tech looks to you in confusion.

“Did I miss something significant?” Tech asks, concerned about the information he did not receive as he adjusts his goggles. You shake your head but now, all eyes are back on you.

“She was just about to tell us how she saved Omega,” Hunter supplies helpfully and Tech nods in understanding. He grabs a chair as well and sits down, interested in hearing what you have to say.

You look around the room, realizing you can’t get out of it. You are exhausted and just want to sleep but based on the looks you are getting from the boys, there is no way you can leave without giving a sufficient answer.

You sit down on a chair in between Omega and Echo and begin explaining.

“When the cone fell, it separated. I got knocked out when I hit the ground, but I don’t think I broke anything,” you quickly reassure as Tech grabs a datapad to scan your vitals.

“After I came to, I tried comming Echo, but my commlink was broken – I could only hear bits and pieces of what he said. There were some voices near me so I just followed them and–” you pause, not sure if you should tell them what happened. What you experienced, what you found out. “–I saw Hunter and Omega. The ledge I found was way too high for me to jump to, so I climbed up the side of the wreckage to see them and the bounty hunter facing off,” you say, choosing to leave the detail out. It was too personal. You still needed time.

All of them are listening intently, hanging on to every word you’re saying. Hunter’s gaze on you is heavy and loaded with questions. Tech is still tapping away on the datapad, but you know you have his full attention. Multitasking may not be possible for regular humans, but it definitely was for Tech.

“When I saw the bounty hunter, I knew Hunter wasn’t going to win,” you mumble sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. Hunter winces at your statement and you rush to explain why.

“Hunter, you have to trust that I genuinely don’t doubt your abilities. You are much more of a soldier than I will ever be. But this bounty hunter is one of the best, if not the best in the entire galaxy. He’s gone against the Jedi, and won. Based on what Anakin told me at the beginning of the war, Cad Bane is ruthless. He tortured Master Ropal and killed him. Believe it or not, I think he tried to abduct Chancellor Palpatine. Even Anakin had a difficult time fighting him.”

A tense quiet settles over you all as you mentally revisit your conversation with Anakin, and later with Ahsoka. She told you how it was one of the first times she was genuinely afraid that she was going to die, or at least get hurt very severely.

Echo’s rough voice shakes you out of your reverie. “How do–did you know General Skywalker?” he asks, clearly confused at how you referred to him on a first-name basis. You mentally facepalm yourself. How did I forget he served as part of the 501st? You feel incredibly stupid.

You could make up a lie, of course, but it wouldn’t be worth it. Hunter’s enhanced senses and Tech’s vitals scan could probably pick up on your biological signs, not to mention you would feel terribly guilty about not being honest. I promised myself I would tell them…

You blow out a nervous breath, deciding to at least give them something. They deserved that much.

“I’m–well, I was a Jedi,” you admit, staring down at your feet. You can’t bring yourself to look at them, feeling almost… ashamed.

The boys are shocked into silence and you cringe. There was probably a much better way for you to say that, but now it was out there. Yet the pressure that had been weighing down on you since you let the Force back in didn’t lessen.

“What?” Wrecker questions, thrown completely for a loop. “You’re a Jedi?”

Before you can answer, Tech pipes up. “When I reviewed your medical data, there was no note about an elevated midi-chlorian count or any sort of connection to the Force. Additionally, there is no documentation of you serving as a General or a Commander during the war in the Republic military records. How were you a Jedi? And why aren’t you one now? You used past tense in your sentence,” Tech adjusts his goggles as he attempts to register this new information that conflicted with his previous knowledge.

You sigh, drumming your fingers on your thigh. “I left the Jedi Order before the war ended. I promise I’ll explain everything in detail later, but for now, you have to understand that I’m just a Force-user. I trained as a Jedi, but I’m not a Jedi, not anymore,” you clarify, lifting your head up to make eye contact with each of them.

“Aw man, that’s so cool. You have to show us your cool mind tricks sometime!” Wrecker smiles and you agree to his request. It warms your heart to see him so excited.

“It makes sense. You must have seen the regs turn on the Jedi but didn’t know why. When you started traveling with us, you didn’t know if we would turn on you too, even though we’re not regs,” Hunter realizes, and you nod in affirmation. You’re secretly relieved by the fact that he doesn’t seem angry, just… just thoughtful.

“And then when I saw what happened to Crosshair, I knew I couldn’t risk ever telling any of you. But when Rex told us about the chips…” you trail off.

Echo picks up your sentence quickly. “You figured out you would be safe with us if we got our chips removed. No wonder you were so insistent on following what Rex said.”

You smile at the last part, a bit embarrassed. He wasn’t wrong. You were probably even more insistent than Rex was on telling them to get their inhibitor chips out. Better to be safe than sorry you told them. Though at the time, you hadn’t even thought about how removing their chips would impact you and your abilities. You were too focused on keeping the Force out of your body to entertain that thought.

Wrecker suddenly gets up and gathers you in a bone-crushing hug. “Well you don’t have to worry now! We got those stupid chips out of our heads, which means I promise we won’t kill you!” he says cheerfully and you can’t help but laugh as you hug him back, the knot in your chest beginning to unravel. You could always count on Wrecker’s wonderfully big heart to raise your spirits.

“You’re right, big guy. It’s honestly a relief. One less thing I have to worry about.”

Wrecker lets go of you and you pick up where you left off. “As I was saying, Cad Bane isn’t a bounty hunter we can take lightly. Crosshair helped me re-engineer my blaster to turn it into a pseudo sniper with attachable parts during the war. Because I was so high up, I could get a clear shot of Bane. From that vantage point, I shot him at the same time Hunter and Bane shot each other.”

Echo’s mouth drops open. “Damn.”

“What I didn’t expect was for Hunter to be rendered completely unconscious. So I told Omega to try to comm you guys while I went on Bane’s ship to see if I could find anything. And I did.” You pull off your backpack and dump out the contents. Bags of credits come tumbling out. You unhook the few bags on your belt and toss them into the pile.

“Bane had a secret compartment with a lot of credits. So I took them and that crate I yelled at Tech to get,” you explain as you reach into the bag to show off the Imperial credits.

Tech’s eyes widen as he lifts up a bag to inspect it. “I will have to calculate how much you took and mark it in the inventory, but based on my initial deduction, this may be enough for us to upgrade the Marauder and provide sustenance for at least a few months.”

“Nice one!” Wrecker compliments and you grin in response. “What’s in the crate?” he asks, walking over to lift up the top.

“Medical supplies. We barely had any left so I figured I might as well take that too,” you shrug as Hunter gets up to join Wrecker to peer at the contents.

“What happened after that? You said you told Omega to comm the others, which means she was awake. Did she get hurt while I was out? Is that why you look so exhausted?” Hunter inquires, astute as ever.

You bite your lower lip. “When I was getting off his ship with the goods, he had woken up again. Before I could do anything, he stunned Omega and then immediately shot at me,” you pause, wondering if you should elaborate on how you got out of the situation. You decide to come clean on this part.

“I… I don’t know how, but I was able to stop the blaster bolts and keep them – and Bane – in stasis with the Force. The problem was that it took a lot out of me. After not really using the Force for so long, my energy reserves were pretty much gone,” you sigh, absentmindedly rubbing your arms. Your muscles are still sore from the event.

“After that, I punched him and knocked him out again. I dragged you and Omega away from the ship so that I could protect you, and I ended up using that giant piece of durasteel as cover to fight off those clones. Then you guys came and rescued us and that’s that,” you finish, suddenly fatigued from the conversation. You slump back into your chair, perfect posture be damned.

“Wow,” is all Echo says, surprised by your strength. It took some serious stamina to be able to withstand so much for so long. Echo remembered seeing Commander Tano and General Skywalker be exhausted after some especially intense missions where they constantly had to use the Force.

“Yeah,” you mutter, massaging your dominant hand. It is still throbbing from the mean hook you threw at Bane. You don’t have any regrets. You glance at Omega’s sleeping figure and soften. The things I would do for this girl.

“Looks like I taught you well!” Wrecker laughs and you smile. When you first met the Bad Batch, Wrecker took it upon himself to teach you basic self-defense and how to overtake an opponent intelligently. Even though you already learned how to fight as part of your Jedi and military training, you couldn’t say no to him when he looked so excited. But it paid off because he’s right. Wrecker did teach you well.

“You did. You basically saved my ass out there with your amazing teaching skills,” you chuckle, glancing down at your hand. You think you’ll probably have to cover it in bacta gel to speed up the healing process before having yet another realization. (You seem to be having a lot of those today.)

I can just Force-heal. Before, you couldn’t Force-heal because it would look suspicious if something healed too fast. But now that they know, you don’t have to solely depend on medical supplies anymore.

Tech, as always, is right on cue. “Is your hand alright? For you to render Bane unconscious must have been no easy feat. Not to mention that according to the medscan I just took, you have a mild concussion, most likely due to your fall. I can run a medical diagnostic test to start and then run more specific tests to combat your pain...” Tech mutters the last part to himself, brain running light years faster than his mouth as his fingers fly over the datapad.

You debate it for a moment before nodding. “That would be great, Tech–thanks. But right now, I’m exhausted, so I’m going to go and crash in my bunk. Wake me up if I need to punch someone again,” you joke before shuffling away from your squadmates. You ruffle Omega’s hair affectionately as you pass by her and pick up your blaster from the ground before climbing down the ladder. You don’t notice Hunter’s troubled gaze or how his Force signature sours a bit as you leave.

You quickly clean up and throw on some bacta patches on a few nasty bruises. You sit down on your bed and pull the privacy curtain before deciding to open up your secret compartment next to your mattress. You stare down at the objects, the only things you have left as a reminder of the past. You reach down for one of them, about to touch it when you stop.

You shake your head and shut the drawer. Deciding to finally, finally hit the hay, you’re out like a light as soon as your head hits the pillow. Dealing with the Force and healing yourself could be done later. Not even your constant pain and crippling worry about your family friends could keep you up any longer.

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

Oh hey a request that’s been lost in my drafts 😅 so sorry the wait and hope this is okay for you ♥️

Chin Up

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Cad Bane X GN!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The floor? But I’ve never-.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gulp. “Is everything okay… sir?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Should I?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you make Mr. Bane this drink?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t tell you to serve-.”

“Yes you did!”

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

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

“I’m sorry for snapping-.”

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

“Me?! For what?!”

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

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

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

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

“Y-you do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Very well but word of advice?”

“Sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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