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They Stop Someone From Hitting On You - The Bounty Hunters + Aurra Sing

Featuring: Cad Bane, Bossk, Embo, + Bonus: Aurra Sing 

Warnings: 18+ just for suggestive material, death of the creep, mentions of alcohol / drinking  

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𝕮𝖆𝖉 𝕭𝖆𝖓𝖊

It wasn’t often that Bane took you out to places that he would frequent. Both because of your status as a senator and because he knew the kinds of lowlifes that would go to places he would. However, you had been on break from the senate and were with Bane on his ship when he got a call about a new job. 

Rather than allow him to drop you off back home you begged him to take you with him and he finally relented. Now you sat at the bar of some seedy looking Cantina while Bane sat in the back waiting for a contact that he wanted you nowhere near. You’d begged your way into getting off the ship and even getting into the bar where he told you to stay put where he could see you. 

Now you sat tensely waiting, enjoying the thrill of doing something like this, even if you weren’t actually the one waiting on a contact. Maybe you’d have to consider retiring from the senate to join Bane on more missions, as much of a heart attack as that would give him. You almost didn’t notice when someone slid onto the seat next to yours. 

“Hey good looking, what’s a beauty like you doing in a place like this.” The man flirted, turning your attentions towards him. 

“I’m with my boyfriend.” You told him plainly before looking away again. 

“Really? Well I don’t see no boyfriend around.” The man said, scooting his seat over closer to yours and placing a hand on your knee. You looked over towards where Bane was to silently plead for help only to see he was gone. 

Suddenly the man beside you yelled as he pulled off his seat and tossed to the floor. 

“Leave. Now.” Bane drawled, pointing a blaster at the man. He quickly scrambled to his feet and ran off. However, before the man could even reach the door, Bane put a blaster bolt through his back. 

“Thank you.” You breathed out as Bane turned to look at you. 

“Dis is why I wanted you ta stay on the ship, which is where you will be staying next time you come wit me.” 

“No, I’m not sitting alone on your ship with Todo. Next time just teach me to use a blaster and I can handle anyone myself.” You replied and Bane gave you a long measured look before handing you one of his blasters. 

“I want dat back when we get back ta the ship. After dat we’ll get you your own and I will not go easy on training you.” 

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𝕭𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖐

You were out with the rest of your group celebrating yet another job completed. Latts was already stumbling around drunk and giggling with Dengar. Bossk had gone with Boba already to secure a job that the young bounty hunter had gotten a call about before they’d come back to finish celebrating with the rest of the group. 

You weren’t in a rush to get yourself as wasted as Latts and Dengar were so you were slowly nursing at a drink when a Rodian male slid into the booth seat across from you. You rolled your eyes. 

“Taken.” You said sharply before he could even talk. 

“I don’t see anyone and those two you came here with seem just fine without you so they wouldn’t notice if you came off with me.” The Rodian said instead, not at all deterred by your attitude. 

“Listen, kindly screw off, I have a boyfriend. One who would kill you if you tried anything.” 

“Well I don’t see any boyfriend around so I don’t think I’m in any danger.” The man replied smugly. Before you could reply with threatening to just kill him yourself if you had to a shot rang out and the man fell over dead. 

Turning around to look behind you, you saw Bossk and Boba, the latter of which was just putting away his blaster while Bossk looked on proudly. 

“Are you okay?” Boba asked as they walked over. You smiled gratefully at the boy. 

“Yeah I’m fine. Thanks kid.” You replied and he nodded before going off to get himself a drink. 

“He beat me to it, but I would have ssshot that guy if he hadn’t.” Bossk told you, shoving the Rodian’s body away before sitting in the seat he had previously occupied. 

“I know. Thank you for that.” 

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𝕰𝖒𝖇𝖔

Working in a Cantina, you were used to drunks who would try to flirt with you. Usually either their girlfriends or wives would show up to drag them home angrily or they’d take the hint and leave you alone. 

This guy however was just not taking the hint and you were getting fed up with him. Technically, as long as he was a paying customer and wasn’t starting up any fights, you couldn’t kick him out, especially since he was drinking a lot which meant he was paying a lot. 

“I don’t care what he tries, if he’s paying then you don’t kick him out.” Your manager hissed when you tried to complain. Rolling your eyes you want to behind the bar and instantly the man called out over. 

“Hey beautiful, how about another round?” The man purred, holding out his glass towards you. You sigh and take the glass, refilling it before bringing it back. 

“Thanks pretty thing.” The man said, taking the glass from you and winking at you. 

“Okay look, this needs to stop. I have a boyfriend. I am not interested in you, and if I had it my way I would have tossed you out onto the street by now.” You hissed at him before turning to walk away. 

The man smacked your ass when you turned and whistled. “Playing hard to get. Well that will change.” He laughed. You growled low in your throat and turned around to face the guy. Before you could retort to him you saw the Cantina door open and the familiar frame of Embo walked through it. You let out a breath of relief and hurried over to him. 

‘What’s wrong?’ Embo asked as you came up to him. He could tell something was off the moment he saw you. You gestured towards the patron and told him everything the guy said and did. 

Embo was silent before snapping his fingers and the door to the Cantina opened once more, Marrok trotting inside at the behest of his master. Embo sicked the annuba on the man and you watched as the pup dragged the man screaming from the bar. 

Everyone inside watched in silence, even your manager had come out to watch when he heard the man screaming. With everyone still watching Embo grabbed your arm and lead you outside. 

“What’re you doing? My shift doesn’t end for another few hours.” You said, confused, though also grateful. 

‘You’re not working there anymore if that’s how the manager wants you to be treated.’ Embo replied and your heart swelled. You never liked that job much anyways. 

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𝕬𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖆 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖌

Somehow Aurra convinced you to come along with her to one the parties being thrown by her ex, Hondo. You weren’t entirely sure why you agreed to come, you knew she was only here to gather intel for a job she was trying to do, and you supposed that maybe she was trying to make a date out of it as well. 

You couldn’t really see where Aurra had gone off too, having lost her in the crowd of pirates and lowlifes, as hard as that might seem. 

“All by yourself?” A female twi’lek purred as she slid up to stand next to you. 

“No. I’m here with my girlfriend.” You replied, taking a step away from the twi’lek to put some distance back between the two of you. 

“I don’t see any girlfriend. Besides, it’s her own fault if something happens for leaving someone like you all alone.” She pouted, moving in closer to you, close enough you could smell the alcohol on her breath. 

“Look, I’m not interested all right.” You said sternly, taking a step away from her again. 

“Let’s go dance.” The twi’lek replied, ignoring you as if you hadn’t spoken. She grabbed your arm and tried to pull you towards the dance floor but you stayed firmly rooted in place. 

“Let me go.” You hissed, trying to pull your arm away from her. You got your arm away the same moment a shot rang out and the twi’lek dropped dead before you, revealing Aurra standing behind her. 

Aurra calmly put away her blaster and stepped over the body before coming to stand right before you. 

“She didn’t hurt you?” She asked, looking you over.

“No I’m fine.” You replied. “Thank you.” Aurra hummed and placed her hand under your chin, tipping your head up to look at her. 

“Good. Because nobody hurts what’s mine.” She purred. 

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Posting these here to keep myself accountable, and to add it to my masterlist for safekeeping, but also to show you guys what fresh hell I have created for myself and how many ideas occupy my mind at any given time. Will update as progress is made, or as I unfortunately come up with new ideas. Plus, I love keeping things neat and tidy.

P.S.: I may take a break from most oneshots / requests for a minute here to focus on my own stories. I have A LOT I want to write, as you can see. You can still send things to my inbox, it just might take awhile for me to get to it, and it has to be something I'm interested in.

Completed:

Trigger Happy (Cad Bane masturbates aboard his ship. )

Cad Bane x M! Reader [one shot]

Beauty and the Bounty Hunter Chapter 4, 5

Stars Above! Chapter 14, 15

Bossk x Reader - Skin and Scales

Hondo x Reader[ rich heiress ]- “Happenstance”

The boys catch reader masturbating: Shriv ✅ Hondo ✅ Bane ❌

Poe Dameron x Reader

Hondo Ohnaka and Tech - Friends in Low Places Chapter 1, 2, 3

Works In Progress:

Stars Above - Cad Bane x OC [Chapter 16–?]

Beauty and the Bounty Hunter - Cad Bane x Fem! Reader/OC [Chapter 6–?]

Friends in Low Places - Hondo Ohnaka and Tech [Chapter 4–?]

All the wrong places - Trevor Philips x OC [Chapter 95-?]

Better than Candy -  Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader [Chapter 2-?]

To err on the side of caution, or “Look! I’m taking another enormous risk!” / Shriv’s Early History - Shriv Suurgav x OC [Indefinite hiatus]

Handcuff marks and Stubble burn - Trevor Philips x M! Reader [conclusion]

I’m so glad you’re not dead - Cad Bane x Ashoka Tano [Chapter 3-?]

Future:

Cad Bane x Reader [You have seen the Duros only once in your whole life — that was enough for him to occupy your thoughts for every waking moment— until the time comes that you once more get to lay your eyes on him. Will it be in passing?]

Cad Bane's life on Duro [Bane as a teenager. Peek at family life / work life / etc. Gang rivalries. Thieving. Resolve.]

Hondo Ohnaka Escapes Porla the Hutt [ How Hondo escapes slavery and starts his pirate gang on Florrum.]

Hondo tells a story [The time he encountered a siren and escaped with his life.]

Hondo x Grey Jedi [A Jedi needs information. Inappropriate use of the force. Smut.]

Hondo x Bazine Netal [Bazine returns after finding out the truth of the Falcon and Hondo's double-cross. Pissed as hell, she is ready to take his life until he asks her to make a bet as she seems "stressed."]

Tech and Cad Bane [Tech refuses to sell out his brothers and Omega.]

Jango Fett x Hondo Ohnaka x Aurra Sing [Jango Fett is freed from slavery by pirates (Ohnaka's gang in the early days) - smut - humor - drama]

Cad Bane x Jango Fett [Story of mentorship - includes smut - humor - angst - hurt - comfort - whump- multichapter]

Cad Bane x Jango Fett [Bane meets Boba. They work a few jobs together - angst - hurt]

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka (oneshot) [Casino Heist + smut. Jealousy, mutual pining, possessive behavior.]

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [Hondo is jealous of Jango, and Bane is jealous of Aurra. They constantly fight over this, but the makeup sex is incredible.]

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [Bane goes looking for Boba Fett/Aurra Sing after Jango's death - hurt - comfort - smut - alcohol - regret]

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [Bane returns to Hondo after the duel with little Boba Fett - angst - hurt - comfort - confessions - smut - romance ??]

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [ Cad goes with Hondo to visit his mother who is ill. He learns about his past and his personal history with her as she lies on her deathbed - angst - hurt - comfort - feels - fluff]

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [Cad must free Hondo from a rival pirate gang who is holding him captive.]

Cad Bane x Fem Jedi OC [Post-Order 66 - cat and mouse - inquisitorius- smut - angst -hurt - comfort- whump - multichapter]

Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader/OC [Clumsy/impulsive cadet - smut - humor - angst - caretaking - hurt- comfort - multichapter]

Tech x Fem! Reader/OC [Injured reader is "rescued" before being stranded with Tech during a battle of the Clone Wars away from his squad after the Marauder crashes during a firefight with Separatist droids.]

Tech x M! Reader [The Batch goes to Cid's to inquire about a job when a male patron shows an interest in Tech's company - smut - competency kink - sapiosexuality]

Tech x Pirate OC [Tech is lured over the comms late at night by a heavenly voice who sings for him. After many "comm sessions," Tech flies the Batch to a previously unknown location to find who is on the other end.]

Imperial!Tech x Fem! Reader AU [Oneshot most likely, or a short reader insert series where you become infatuated with your boss.]

Cad Bane x M! Reader [You are an old clone- smut - angst - regret - alcohol]

Shriv and Lando Calrissian [Origin story of how they met]

Shriv Suurgav x Lando Calrissian [Tension after Sullust when Lando says he could kiss Shriv. Leads to smut / awkwardness / Lando being butter smooth. - "See you tomorrow."]

Cad Bane and Todo 360 [Cad does something nice for Todo]

Cad Bane x Reader [Bane goes to a sex worker towards the end of his life - hurt - angst - comfort - existentialism - touch starvation]

Cad Bane x Fem! Reader ["Predator/prey" and menstrual cycle/"aftercare" - smut]

Shriv Suurgav x Reader [Shriv finds your collection of cheesy holoromances on your datapad]

Shriv and Norath Kev [Shriv is a mentor to Norath Kev and they go on a mission. He also gives him advice on girls. >D]

Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader [Shriv is aware of reader's ovulation and menstrual cycle/ fighting natural instincts - smut]

Hondo and Little Princess Leia [The two encounter each other somehow. Shenanigans - sass - family fluff - feels ]

Hondo x G/N or Shy Fem! Reader [You are a stowaway. You join the Ohnaka gang. You fall in love with Hondo, though he barely notices you exist... You disguise yourself as a male, train yourself to be a medic, and end up in his service.]

Hondo Ohnaka x Fem! Reader/OC [Rich heiress is kidnapped/held for ransom and whisked away for a grand adventure / Sugar momma dynamic / Hondo is a Rebel and Jedi Sympathizer - smut - humor - drama - multichapter - continuation of Happenstance?]

Cad Bane x G/N Tiny reader [Vore and Lilliputian situation]

Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader [Two Duros and a Duros ho walk into a Cantina - smut - humor - dom/sub undertones]

Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [First meeting/Rebels vs Bounty Hunters/"Manhunt" - Action - Adventure - First part of a series- multichapter - will bridge with "Better than Candy"]

Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [Forced cooperation/joint mission - smut - humor - angst - slowburn - third part of a series - multichapter - follows "Better than Candy"]

Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [Smut collection/Oneshots of their continued relationship]

Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [Something goes awry - hurt - comfort - caretaking - regret - angst - smut - fourth part of a series - multichapter]

Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [Shriv hunts the bounty hunter - hurt - comfort - angst - smut - fifth part of a series /finale(?) - multichapter]

Shriv and Zay Versio [A series of adventures of them working together for the Resistance and under the orders of Leia after Iden's death in BF2 - Fluff - Family feels - adventure - rated teen ] As a bonus ... Kaz / Norath / others from Resistance?

Hera Syndulla x Ahsoka Tano [Sexual Force Healing after death of Kanan - smut - hurt - comfort - angst]

Shriv Suurgav x Poe Dameron [Shriv doesn't get what women see in Dameron and how he's so successful with the ladies. Poe takes this as a challenge, and seduces Shriv to bed by the end of the night.]

Darth Maul x Reader [Maul returns to Mandalore infuriated over a recent encounter. He takes his anger out on reader ... sexually. >D ]

Aurra Sing x Ventress [They’re both hot, bald bounty hunters - why not? - smut - enemies / rivals to friends to lovers]

Cad Bane x Padme Amidala [Padme hires Bane after "hostage crisis" for a secretive job, for the... right price. :)]

Two Tubes x Fem! Reader [You are a POW]

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To be Claimed - NSFW version

Hello friends! I found these marriage prompts by @brainbright for our favorite batchers! I immediately felt they struck gold and pushed this fic out in 12 hours.

I have two versions of this fic: a sfw and a nsfw. The sfw one ends before the smut begins so if you want to avoid smut, I'll link the SFW one here.

CW: brief violence, mention of misogyny, revealing of feelings, idiots in love. Unprotected sex, PiV, light gagging, oral (M! receiving), fingering, clit play, aftersex cuddles.

Hunter x reader

Word count: 3100

Enjoy!!

You didn’t expect the mission to go as it did, but all of you were alive. That’s what mattered to you. Hunter, Echo, Wrecker and Tech were all alive and Omega was safe at Cid’s. That’s all you could ask for.

Cid came to you with a new mission. In exchange for some pure spice, you and your Batch were to offer protection for a week to a leader from this backwater planet. The culture was rather archaic. Women were subservient and silent, to be seen and not heard and the men handled everything. Being on that planet made you grateful to have grown up on Naboo. You were in the same classes as Padme Amidala, or Naberrie as you knew her. You were quite a bit younger than her though. She excelled in her politics and academics, while you were more a physical girl. You would rather settle a fight with your fists than words.

You made the decision to keep your helmet on the whole time you were on this planet. Tech modified your armour to give you more protection on your chest and midsection, so your gender wasn’t obvious to others as it was to your squad. You were grateful for the voice modulator. It deepened your voice a bit, so it just sounded like you were effeminate man.

You were protecting the leader of this community for a week from some assassin. You didn’t know which assassin was after the leader, but you knew there were more bounty hunters around trying to lure you away from the leader. They’d threaten locals to make you distracted. So, you and Tech were stationed with the leader, while Echo, Hunter and Wrecker took care of the other troublemakers. As you waited for the all clear to move the chief from Hunter, you and Tech conversed quietly.

“You are certainly mistaken. There is nothing going on between Phee and I.”

Rolling your eyes, you pointed out that Phee flirted with him constantly with every encounter you had with the pirate.

“Tech, she calls you Brown Eyes at every opportunity! She pays more attention to you than any of us! She’s clearly into you.”

Glancing up at you from his datapad, Tech shook his head. “Regardless, I have no interest in pursuing Phee romantically. Not when I have the squad to look out for.”

That was the one thing you loved and admired about Tech. He’d sacrifice everything for his family without question or hesitance. You only hoped he wouldn’t get himself killed protecting everyone.

“Alright boys let’s move the bird out!” you heard Hunter through the comms.

You lightly pulled the chief to his feet as Tech told him it was time to move. Tech pulled up the rear as you held the lead, blaster in hand. You shot at every bounty hunter you saw, hoping to deter others from trying anything.

As you rounded a corner, you nearly met your fate at the end of a blaster barrel. You paused, looking at the blue skinned woman in front of you. You recognized her deadlocked ponytail and single antenna and clocked that Aurra Sing was in front of you.

“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” she sneered. “My target handed to me on a silver platter by two clones.”

You pushed the blaster away from your face. “Sing. I should’ve smelled your disgusting perfume from atmosphere,” you hissed.

Chuckling, Aurra took aim at you again. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll make sure I’m the last thing you see before you die.”

“Like kark!” You pushed her aside, pinning her to the garden wall, shouting at Tech to move. If someone was gonna die, it was gonna be Aurra Sing. The bounty hunter took far too much from you during the clone war and so you had a little vendetta.

She kneed you in the torso, causing you to be winded for a moment. You immediately swung back, clocking her in her nose. As she backed away holding her nose, you kicked her head, bending her antenna.

Aurra became furious, lunging at you and pinning you to the ground on your back. You gritted your teeth, pushing her off as best you could but she had the advantage. Aurra took your viroblade from its sheath and moved it to your neck. As it dug closer to your jugular, you thought of your squad and how you’d miss them if you didn’t push her off.

Blaster shots rang out from your right, causing Aurra to pause in her assault on you. You turned your head, seeing Hunter and Wrecker firing at the assassin. Aurra quickly got off you and bolted, firing back at your boys.

Eventually, another bounty hunter picked Aurra up from your pursuit of her. You fired your blaster again at the small ship, hoping to bring it down but she escaped again. You prayed someone would take her out one day.

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You and the boys were celebrated as heroes and offered a feast in compensation. Never one to turn down a way to keep Wrecker full, you all gladly accepted. There was music and dancing and singing, in a way you’d never seen before. Sure, you had had parades on Naboo but nothing this extravagant. There were colours of red, blue, turquoise, orange and many more. You were carried on these little mini beds by some locals. You and Echo sat side by side, admiring all the colours and festivities.

“So, you gonna say something to Hunter? Once we’re back on the ship?” he murmured into your comm channel.

You looked at him through your helmet. You almost regretted telling Echo about your feelings toward your sergeant. Sure, there was nothing to stop you now from fraternising with squad mates, but the gods know there was something stopping you from revealing your feelings.

“Depends on how the rest of this goes. There’s always chaos to follow us so I’m just waiting for it to reveal itself.”

Reveal itself it did. As soon as you were all seated the leader gave a speech in their native tongue before gesturing to you to eat. You removed your helmet for the first time in days, grateful to breathe fresh air and eat fresh food. A collective gasp rung out from everyone except you and the boys, confusing you as you took small bites.

The leader and the elders look furious, yelling at you in their language. You were scared and confused, looking to Tech for an explanation.

Tech put his helmet back on and translated quickly, fearing the worst for your safety.

“Apparently, they are accusing us. We deceived them into thinking we were all men. According to tradition, all women of marrying age who step foot in the chief’s house, as we did early this week, are automatically married to him unless they are already claimed. Since you are of marrying age and do not seem to be claimed, he claims you as his wife.”

As Tech finished his translation, you were yanked from your seat and dragged through the seating to be thrown at the chief’s feet. You yelled and screamed, begging the boys to help you. They did, but not in the way you had expected. You almost wanted to face palm.

“She is claimed though!” Wrecker yelled out, looking to Echo for support.

Echo nodded, playing along. “Yes, she’s claimed by our Sergeant! They were wed last year!”

The leader looked from you to Hunter and back. Spitting out another question, Tech translated, going along with this idea. “He asked why we didn’t reveal that upon arrival. Why such deception?”

Echo looked to Hunter, who was both furious and concerned for your wellbeing, and tilted his head almost to say, ‘do something!’. Hunter was shocked at the turn of events but over his dead body you stay here as some archaic cultures wife. He came up to you and pulled you up to your feet. Pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, he pulled you closer. You nuzzled into his chest, fearing for your life. You had no idea this culture was that antiquated. Hunter brought his hand to your head and started to gently stroke your hair, making it look like a husband consoling his wife.

“We didn’t want to put the other in danger. Should anyone find out we were wed, they would use it against us. We never meant to deceive you.” Hunter had Tech translate.

Hunter led you to the seat next to him. “You okay with this?” he whispered.

You smiled weakly, hating that this was the improvised plan the boys chose. “I kind of have to be, don’t I? You sure you’re okay with playing husband?”

Hunter took your hand, kissing your knuckles gently. He could feel the leader’s anger at him and at you, so he laid the lovesickness on thick. Pulling you closer, kissing your temple, holding your hand and much more. You were blushing like crazy, wanting nothing more than this to be real. Gods you wanted this to be real. Hunter was so good at being loving. You wished more than anything that this was real, and you really were married.

As the festivities settled back into joyous ruckus, the boys encouraged you and Hunter to move into a private area so you could discuss things a bit more. You needed to make things convincing if you were to get out of there as one squad. You didn’t really want to leave the other three, but Hunter agreed it would make it look like you finally had some alone time as husband and wife. Shifting from one foot to the other, you reluctantly agreed to follow Hunter away from the celebration.

Hunter led you to secluded clearing, a short walk from the tents of the settlement. You sat on the ground, not facing him. He sat next to you, listening quietly to your heartbeat. You did not want to make the first move. You had no idea what to say!

Smiling, Hunter pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You froze a second but relaxed into his hold. Taking a breath, you finally spoke.

“I’m gonna kill Echo. I should never have told him about my feelings for you.”

Chuckling, Hunter squeezed your shoulders. “You really thought you could hide those from me? I can feel your heartbeat, I can smell your scents, and I certainly read your body language well enough.”

You froze again. You were a complete nong! Of course, Hunter could tell! He could feel the electromagnetic pulses from a base halfway across the planet! He would obviously be able to tell you had feelings.

Pursing your lips, you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “Figured you’d say something when you felt the time was right. Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Laughing, you elbowed his ribs gently. “Well, you failed at that! I’m so embarrassed.”

Smiling and laughing with you, Hunter let his head fall to meet yours gently. “You wouldn’t have had to worry about rejection. The others have known about my feelings since you joined us back in the Clone War. Didn’t want to endanger you by risking fraternisation.”

Your heart was ready to burst out of your chest. The man you had held feelings for, all this time wanted you just as much! Leaning in, you brushed your lips lightly over his, letting him control the rest. You could feel your heart beating harshly in your chest, and you knew Hunter could feel it too.

Hunter, softly took your chin and pulled you back to his lips, giving you a fiercer kiss than what you gave him. It felt amazing, to finally have his lips caress yours in a way you’d only had imagined prior to today. His were slightly chapped yet soft, pressing to yours softly as you keened for more.

Hunter pulled you onto his lap, having you straddle his hips to have a better angle to kiss you. His hands met your hips, lightly pulling you down to meet his pelvis. Your kisses eventually became heated, as your hands pulled at his chest plate, wanting it off.

Moving to your neck, leaving little kisses and bruises, Hunter whispered into your skin, “Should we head back to the ship?”

Smiling, you pulled his hair lightly to bring his lips back to yours. “Oh, kriff yes!”

Hunter smirked, lifting you up from the ground. You wrapped your legs around his torso so you wouldn’t fall.

You let your legs drop, so you could run to the ship. You pulled Hunter along, you both laughing the whole 5 minutes to the ship. Hunter captured your lips once again as you walked up the gangplank. Your brain was turning to mush, and you quickly locked the ship down, lest one of the boys return before getting your message.

Hunter kissed down your neck, deftly pulling your breastplate off, letting it fall to the floor. One by one, armour came off and blacks were slipped off. Your breastband was left on as Hunter laid you onto his bunk. His large hands moved up and down your body, almost as if he was trying to memorize what your skin felt like. He leaned down, capturing your lips once again, caressing your skin before hooking your leg over his hip. He rolled his hips into your pelvis, creating friction for you against your clit.

You let out a moan, so sinful Hunter could’ve cum right there. His hands moved up to your breasts, pulling the band up and off. Kneading your left breast, his mouth descended onto your right. Tongue circling your nipple, causing gasps and moans to escape your mouth. He was so talented with his mouth. How was he so talented with his mouth? In all your time with the Batch they never brought a single woman back. How was he so good?

One hand left your breast and travelled down to your clit. Hunter gently pressed one finger against it before circling it. Your back arched off the bed, begging for more. Chuckling, Hunter removed his fingers, licking them clean of your juices.

“You don’t think I’d let you come that easy?”

Whining, you pulled him closer to you again, wanting to feel him close to you again. You kissed him hard, flipping the two of you over so you straddled him. Your hand slid up from his neck into his hair, pulling his bandana from his head. You tied it back around your neck, just loose enough you could put it in your mouth if needed.

Hunter smirked, loving the image of his bandana in your mouth. Groaning, he felt your hand caress his cock. Deftly, up, and down but never actually wrapping your hand around. You were teasing him, just as he teased you. You took it a step further, slowly sliding off him until you knelt on the cold metal floor of the Marauder. Hunter sat up, confused until he felt your hand caress him again. Only this time, he felt something warm and wet. Your tongue had felt up from the base and circled around his tip. He was in heaven, feeling your skilled mouth on his. You always had a smart mouth, but dear gods had he known your other skill sets sooner, he would’ve told the GAR to kriff themselves and take you for himself.

Sucking softly, you bobbed your head, wanting to give Hunter all the pleasure he deserved. His hand slid into your hair, gripping by your scalp causing a little moan to come out of you. His hips started to thrust gently into the back of your throat, groans turned into soft grunts, and he quickly pulled you off him.

You looked up, wondering if you had hurt him at all but he quickly pulled you up into a kiss.

“If you had done that anymore, I would’ve come down your throat,” he growled.

“Maybe that was my plan,” you smirked.

He threw you back onto the bunk, finally having enough teasing. He crawled back on top of you, kissing fiercely. He pulled up and grasped his throbbing cock. He rubbed some of your arousal on before slowly pushing into you. You cried out in ecstasy, so loud Hunter pulled the bandana from your neck into your mouth. It was a good look for you he decided.

He slowly started to thrust in and out, relishing in how you felt around him. Warm and soft, yet you clenched around him so sweetly. You had no idea how much pleasure you’d be in but all you knew was you were on another place of pleasurable existence. You met each one of his thrusts, feeling a delicious friction against your clit.  You felt that knot in your belly growing tighter and tighter, the heat between your legs growing hotter and hotter.

You could tell Hunter was getting close as well. His hips were starting to stutter but he didn’t stop. His hand travelled down to your clit and rubbed furiously. The overstimulation causing that band inside to snap and break. You saw white behind your eyes, pulling Hunter in for a kiss.

His hips stuttered once more, and you felt warmth coat your insides. Hunter collapsed on top of you, careful not to squish you with his body weight. You both stayed like that for a moment before he rolled off you. He pulled you into his side, relishing in your closeness. Humming in contentment, you snuggled closer, wrapping your leg over one of his.

Hunter absentmindedly caressed you shoulder with his fingers, loving the feeling of you next to him.

“You think the others got our message yet?”

You chuckled. “I’d be surprised if Tech did not get our message. He never takes his eyes off his datapad.”

“Very true… Wanna go again?”

You smiled against his chest. “In a minute. I just want to lay here a moment.”

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Echo was watching Wrecker show off his strength to some locals when all their comms beeped with a message from Hunter.

You might wanna avoid the Marauder for a few hours. We have some more things to discuss ;)

Groaning, Echo settled in for the night in his seat, waiting for Wrecker to switch weights until they got a comm, saying your “talk” was finished.

“It was only a matter of time,” Tech reasoned. “They’ve been pining for years now.”

Echo grimaced, knowing Tech was correct. This was gonna be a long night.

I hope you enjoyed it! Hopefully my writing is a bit better than last time!

As always, criticism is welcome as long as it's kind and constructive.

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Scars (Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader) Part 7

Warning: Hurt - Past Pain, Muteral Pining (kinda), Complicated/Weird relationships? Words: 1.8k Pronouns Used: She/Her.

Notes: I'm sorry for the long wait. I had to take some time away to deal with some personal issues. Also, the chapter was not proofread, so I apologize for any mistakes.

(Y/N) hid in the shadowiest corner of the seedy club she could find. No bright lights shone on her, the music dull, although it still made the sticky floor beneath her feet vibrate with the beat. Those she was charged with keeping watch over hadn’t noticed her yet, or at least hadn’t made it clear they had. Not that she paid much attention to them. For a while now, she’d been leaning against the blood-stained wall, staring at her communicator, the message from Fox on repeat, as she tried to understand why Commander Wolffe, of all people, was being sent to aid her.

Despite (Y/N)’s best efforts to recall, she hadn’t remembered requesting backup; after all, the most dangerous thing about the servalence was the threat of boredom. She needed no aid nor supplies; there was no reason she could think of for an unprompted visit from the battleworn commander. Even more so when he’d made it clear she wasn’t his favorite person, further driven home by his often growled words and avoidance of her.

A few minutes longer (Y/N) pulled herself from the whirlwind of thoughts and questions and forced herself to face the task laid before her. As she suspected, Boba Fett still minded his own business at one of the booths, building his own little ring of bounty hunters, including Embo, Bosk, and Dengar. Cad Bane had come and gone with cleverly worded insults; subtly, he let her know he was aware of her presence. Tipping his cowboy hat to her in a small sign of respect. However, the Duros bounty hunter never spoke or hinted to anyone else that she was there.

Aurra Sing was the biggest threat, the woman many described as having a heart of ice—or at least those who assumed she had a heart said that. (Y/N) On the other hand, she knew better. Aurra was not to be underestimated. She was dangerous and cold and wouldn’t think twice before eliminating anyone and anything she perceived as an enemy. The ultimate price would be paid for those who dared get in the way of a job or mess with her.

“You’re difficult to find,” came the rough voice of Wolffe, suspicion alight in his eyes as he scanned the area around him. A half smirk appeared across his lips mere seconds after realizing he’d startled the Jedi before him.

“It happens when I don’t want to be found,” replied (Y/N), her voice quiet compared to the loud music; shortly after, her eyes once again found the group she’d been watching. Still, they didn’t seem to be doing anything suspicious. There was no loud bragging; even Aurra was quiet. Only a few drunken arguments occurred over a game and minor disagreements about a job they had in mind to accept. “How may I be at service, Commander?” she questioned, ensuring her weapon was still concealed. The last thing she needed was for things to turn ugly. Her weapon was by far the biggest giveaway of her Jedi status.

Wordlessly, Wolffe grabbed onto (Y/N)’s arm with a firm but gentle grip. His grip was strong enough to prevent her from getting away from him but not enough to cause her pain or injury. Only then did (Y/N) genuinely take notice of him. He no longer wore his iconic white and grey armor, nor did he carry his modified helmet as he’d previously done. Instead, he was clad in red and white armor synonymous with the Coruscant Guard.

“Don’t make me arrest you,” whispered Wolffe, his voice gruff as always but not the growls he often delivered his words in. He tapped the binders on his belt as if to suggest he was playing a role like her.

“Arrest me! For what, being bored?” quickly responded (Y/N), her words filled with sarcasm as she rolled her eyes. The spoken words managed to pull a rare huffed chuckle from the battle-worn commander. Nonetheless, he continued to pull her from the seedy club, ignoring the looks of interest and boredom from the patrons scattered around.

“Boredom is easy to cure,” slyly replied Wolffe, a smirk appearing across his lips now. (Y/N) the response was simple enough, a small oh, dripping with curiosity. “Your subtlety, on the other hand …” he added as if imagining ways to work on the Jedi disobedience.

“Ah yes, my lack of subtlety, Master Plo’s greatest failure,” called (Y/N), seemingly forgetting she was undercover, or maybe it was her reckless carelessness coming to the forefront. “You're in the underworld, Commander; no one cares who you are down here,” she offered with some reassurance.

“How do you know?” he questioned, his words quick and harsh, almost as if he was interrogating her rather than asking a simple question. (Y/N) didn’t seem to notice the roughness of his words. Instead, she chuckled, finding amusement in Wolffe’s almost discomfort.

“Where do you think I go to escape?” (Y/N) countered as she began to dwell on her thoughts again. The many times she felt free in the underworld, a place where judgment wasn’t cast upon her, where people didn’t care she was a Jedi or even a Night Sister. “The world above can be far crueler than anything here, plus many within the Order don’t bother being kind with their thoughts and words. At least down here, I know what I’m getting with people,” she explained, an ire of sadness to her voice now as she remembered her old life before the Jedi. She was just a little girl, normal by Dathomir standards.

“Why …” started Wolffe, stumbling to find the words to voice his questions. (Y/N) seemed to be a source of both interest and unseen torment to him. She’d gotten under his skin, rooted in his mind, and refused to leave, yet at the same time, she didn’t seem to realize the effects she had on him. “Why did you save me?” he asked, pushing her down a dark ally, looking around before following her down the tight, dead-end space.

“Why wouldn’t I?” she replied, once again answering a question with one of her own. “You’re human, deserve a chance to live, to find who you are outside this war. Everyone deserves a chance at life.”

“It might have escaped your notice, Cat’ra, but I’m a clone. I’m little more than a product to do with as the republic sees fit.”

“No, you’re a soldier, protector, and a man who’s been through hell and back,” (Y/N) voiced, determination alight in her voice. “You may not like me, Commander, but I see you. I see all clones. I’ll do whatever I have to protect as many as I can. All of you deserve better than this unforgiving war.”

“Why do you make it so difficult?” whispered Wolffe, walking further down the ally as if to escape from the Jedi. He wanted her to be like Ventress; he wanted it to be easy to hate (Y/N). But the more he learned of her, the more his wish became more complex and impossible. She wasn’t a monster, nor a ruthless witch. She wasn’t a cold, uncaring Jedi either, as most were. Instead, Y/N showed more care and understanding than most did.

“Make what difficult?” asked (Y/N), rooted to her spot halfway down the darkened ally. Confusion was evident in her raised voice, as she made it clear she didn’t understand his statement and was at a loss for the difficulty she was coursing. Once again, she was oblivious to the torment she’d constantly caused the battle-worn commander since saving him that day.

Sudden and without warning, Wolffe turned on his spot, almost rushing toward (Y/N). Despite the threat others would have perceived from his actions, (Y/N) stayed rooted to her spot. Upon reaching her, Wolffe roughly pushed her against the wall, pinning her in place. He knew she could push him away if she wanted. She could quickly reverse the roles yet still seemed to be playing with him, fearless when others would have cowered away. In an instant, Wolffe’s lips had crashed upon hers, his rough and dry compared to her soft, strawberry-tasting ones.

“Why must you make it so difficult to hate you,” whispered Wolffe upon breaking the kiss. He was genuinely surprised she hadn’t pushed him away with the force. As soon as the words left his lips, he felt a prang of guilt. Even more so when he began to understand he wasn’t the only one confused and being tormented by the other; he had been doing the same to her, too.

The guilt only grew as he looked into her eyes, seeing hope fade from her eyes, being replaced with the rejection she refused to voice, the pain of her unspoken past, and what he could only describe as hatred. Without a word, (Y/N) lifted her knee swiftly and precisely, the joint colliding with his codpiece with some force. Delivering a blow far harsher than anything he’d experienced before.

“Hate me,” (Y/N) spoke calmly, so calm she was sure it would be unnerving to anyone who knew her. “So much for being different from others. I’ve been judged so many times for things another has done. I’ve tried to be what others expected, but I’m done trying to be someone else now. If you want to hate me, then go ahead; hell, I’ll make it easier if it's what you truly want.” her words held a sting to them; despite the sudden pain Wolffe felt, he could hear her pain too, the suffering others ignored.

Just as he was about to reach for her, (Y/N) stepped away, the walls she had long since built around herself cracking and beginning to break, tears stinging her eyes and blurring her vision. Not another word left her lips as she turned and ran away, ignoring Wolffe calling her name, hoping she would return.

“Why must I suffer like this?” whispered (Y/N), stopping several blocks away. Hiding in a run-down building, she allowed her emotions to run, all her pent-up feelings to be released: the hurt, constant suffering, the desire for what could be, the hope for a future she knew would be denied, and the desire to be loved and cared for.

After a few minutes (Y/N) composed herself once more and pushed away all that tormented her before reaching for her beeping comm. At first, she assumed it would be Fox checking in, but soon realized it was Wolffe. She walked to the railing and threw the comm over the edge, her mind made up. She was going to disappear for a while and evaluate everything, including her own mental stability. (Y/N)’s stubbornness told her she was doing what was best, but her heart screamed that some people needed her, both strangers across the galaxy and those she cared deeply for. Even her common sense yelled she had a duty to uphold, even if it wasn’t one she’d chosen.

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[wanderinginksplot]

Cad Bane

Cad Bane is considered by many to be the best (and most widely feared) bounty hunter in the galaxy. With a fierce attitude and a lack of attachment to anything other than his service droid (though Bane will tell anyone that Todo 360 is nothing more than a nuisance), Cad Bane seems to be totally without weakness. 

The Bounty - Coruscant isn’t Cad Bane’s favorite place to hunt down a bounty. Things only get worse when a gutter rat tries to steal from him. (Cad Bane x fem!oc. Romantic, but in a Bane sort of way.)

The Bounty (Part Two) - Time has passed. Oche and Bane are working together, and he’s irritated to find out just how much she’ll risk to finish a job. 

The Meeting - no reader character - 1.4k words. The first time Hondo meets Aurra Sing. Featuring Jango Fett, Zam Wesell, and Cad Bane. (Lightly ties into the first part of The Bounty)

[itsagrimm]

The Fire

Cad Bane X she/her able-bodied reader

Beta read by the amazing @queenquazar , Duros biology got some input by the equally amazing Spoiledyoghurt (Ao3)

Note: kinda forgot that we actually have Cad Bane’s official ship name. Just pretend I always used “The Justifier”. sorry.

CN: violence, mentions of alcohol and being drunk, guns and weapons, bit of stalker-ish behavior, fighting, arson, getting carried and grabbed, biting, tracking, hunting

5k words

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After three rotations of travel, the ship left hyperspace and Nar Shaddaa - the smuggler's moon and heart of the galactic criminal world - was in front of you.

It was an implausible sight. While sitting in the co-pilot's seat you stared at it, yet unable to grasp what your eyes perceived. You had read about Coruscant, Nar Shaddaa and other ecumenopolis, where entire surfaces of planets or moons were covered in urban sprawl. Yet seeing it felt like seeing a droid’s absurd dream.

“Dank farrik.” You whispered.

Boba pushed a few buttons and commenced landing while you had little choice but to watch and wait. You did not know how to pilot and had little experience traveling through space. It was expensive and you were not the type of person swimming in credits.

A jolt went through the ship as it tilted and you finally landed on the plattform. With the gravity shift, you suddenly had to crawl out of the cockpit to follow Boba to the exit where he turned towards you.

“Remember,” he said. “This is just a quick stop to mostly get some attention. Stay close to me. It’s dangerous here.”

You nodded without arguing. At some point he had to look away from you, giving you a chance to slip away. Better to keep Boba in the illusion of your humility.

“Let’s go.” Boba called and stepped off the ship.

The landing platform and local harbor sprawled as far as you could see. Trask had a decent size harbor, bringing in a steady amount of travelers into your cantina. This was bigger than any harbor you had ever seen. Ships landed and started wherever you looked, and people of all kinds moved and scurried around. It was a fascinating sight.

All of them were armed.

Suddenly Boba with his head to toe armor did not appear as outlandish as he had on Trask. Rather it was you who was noticeably off without a blaster or practical protective gear in your simple, unwashed, and partially borrowed clothing.

I look weak.

Instantly you lifted your head up and straightened your shoulders in a sorry attempt to hide that. The last thing you needed in escaping Boba was getting caught by somebody else.

“We’ll walk around a bit. Do some shopping first.” Boba explained and took you by the hand.

It was an odd gesture, nearly like a child gripping their parent’s hand.

You squeezed reassuringly to not betray your plans of getting away from him the first moment he would let go.

Boba led you through several streets and alleys until you reached a huge place on the surface full of neat market stands offering every imaginable or unimaginable thing in the galaxy. Droids and sentiments with the ability to fly, moved above your head, carrying around packages of what must be goods from the market. And voices called around you - some in Galactic Basic, Huttese or Ryl but most foreign and unknown to you.

Boba elbowed his way through, while dragging you behind him.

At a market stand for fruits and meal kits he stopped, ordered a bunch of things to be delivered to the ship, before turning towards you.

“Do you need anything?”

“Oh, I have a say in that?” You stared at him in disbelief.

“What?” He shrugged. “Do you think after 3 rotations of you shivering and borrowing my clothes, I won’t ask? No, my dad taught me to treat women better.”

“Oh, Boba,” You could not help yourself teasing him. ”Are you worried about me or about running out of clean socks?”

Boba tilted his head. With his helmet it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

“Both,” He finally admitted.

“How chivalrous. Your dad must be proud.”

He paused. “We will travel on for a while after this. If you need something, now is the time to get it.” He finally explained.

“Do I get a permanent toothbrush spot in the refresher too?”

You felt like you accidentally developed x-ray-sight for you could see how Boba rolled his eyes under his helmet. “I have a few things I need.” You returned to a more casual tone, dropping the teasing. Best to leave Boba the illusion of you staying close to him.

Boba nodded as you listed a few plausible things - toiletries and some clothes. Again, like a man on a mission, Boba took you by the hand and moved you to one stall after another to get your things. Silently, he paid for everything and ordered it to be delivered to the ship before pushing his way out of the market area and into a darker alley. Dutifully, and without a chance to escape his iron grip, you tagged along.

“Now that we got everything,” Boba started, “Let’s get us some attention.”

“Have you come up with something?” You inquired, hoping it was something to help you get out.

“Yes.” Boba swallowed audibly through the modulator. ”We're gonna pick a fight in a cantina.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Pretty sure just a cantina fight will not draw enough attention. They happen here every day.”

Having seen all those weapons everybody on Nar Shaddaa wore around so casually, you weren’t particularly keen on starting a fight.

“We will have to make it convincing then. It will work.” Boba stated without much room for argument.

Stars help me.

XXX

Cad Bane had promised himself only to pass through the market where TODO had claimed to see her. Bane swore that he hadn’t packed up quickly and wasn’t actively looking for his lil’ loth cat. And, he nearly persuaded himself that he didn’t take a detour to his ship just for the chance of catching a glimpse for her.

No, this was ridiculous and he needed to get it together. He needed to return to his life as a bounty hunter and ban all thoughts of her into that sorry little corner of his mind, where he ventured only during especially dark, lonely or drunk moments of his life.

He stalked through the shadows of the backstreets; always on the lookout and avoiding being seen out of habit for all those enemies and unfriendly acquaintances he had made on the long way to becoming who he was now.

“I wonder how she got here to Nar Shaddaa?” TODO babbled right next to him. ”I accidentally passed her and would not believe my photonic receptors, so I scanned her just to make sure but-”

Bane growled to shut the droid up. The last thing he needed was a droid giving input about the woman he tried to forget. Already being here was a vulnerability Bane hated to admit to.

Pushing his hat down, he made his way nearly to the space harbor before coming to an abrupt halt.

Right in front of him, only a few short steps out of the shadows, and about to enter a sleazy cantina, was the lil’ loth cat. Gravity pulled him towards her like she was a massive star and he - nothing but a little rock drifting in space, getting crushed and set ablaze just by her presence.

He stared at her, unable to move.

She walked with her chin high and her back upright. As always, she punished the world around her with a gaze that could melt Hoth if the glaciers there gave her a reason to. Combined with it, was the nearly ever present teasing smirk on her lips, ready to laugh even Death in the face. And yet, with his sharp Duro senses he saw her little human heart beat and that delicious spot at her neck move rhythmically.

Brave lil’ one.

He could not suppress his admiration for her. Even being in one of the most dangerous places in the galaxy and with her heart beating in fear, lil’ lady proved herself admirably stoic from the outside.

Someone called her and grabbed her by the hand.

It irked Bane how harshley this stranger grabbed her, suppressing a disapproving growl to not draw attention to himself. He followed the armored arm up with his eyes to the face of the sorry creature Bane briefly considered tearing into pieces for touching her like that, before he froze in motion.

It was Jango’s helmet.

XXX

You glanced around the cantina. It was not much different than the one you worked at back home.

Home.

What a funny thing to think of now. There was no way you could ever return there, it would be the first place for the bounty hunters to look for her.

Another thought you pushed away to concentrate on the here and now.

The room was mostly lit by the rays of natural light falling through the transpari steel windows and illuminated screens showing bounties and the local menu. You rolled your eyes at the menu.

3 brands of cheap spotchka and thinly brewd kork beer.

The professional barkeeper in you was disappointed. The people of Nar Shaddaa deserved better drinks.

“You want a drink?”, Boba asked and pushed you softly towards the counter.

“Hoth, no.”

He tilted his helmed head in question, making you sigh.

“Kork beer is basically just water,” You explained. “And ‘Blue Yonder’, ‘the Spirit’s Spirit‘ and ‘Abyss’ are famously bad spotchka brands. I would even be hesitant calling ‘Blue Yonder’ spotchka.”

It was true. As a barkeeper you had tried basically every liquor brand tolerable to humans at least once. You had to know what you were serving to your customers after all. But as much as cutting costs was necessary in every cantina you worked before, all those brands and especially the most affordable ‘Blue Yonder’ was known to be no more than ethanol mixed with a bit of meiloorun juice to give it some flavor and coloring. It tasted like someone mixed ship fuel with sweetener. You vividly remembered the burning, nearly painful sensation of the little sample. You had shared it with your boss, before collectively deciding that even the cheapest way to get to blue yonder was not worth ‘Blue Yonder’.

“That bad, huh?” Boba concluded.

“Oh, yes. Drinking this feels like aging a thousand times faster on the spot.”

“Well, you will know more about aging,” The teen chuckled.

“Oi,” you protested playfully, “Have a little more respect for your elders.”

Boba just chuckled more and leaned against the counter.

“Okay, who should we start with?”He asked.

“Boba,” you asked carefully, eyeing him with worry. “Are you suggesting you just beat one of them up?”

“Why not?”

You were at a loss of words.

“Boba, no…” You tried.

“What? Are you scared?”

“Don’t dare me like a kid,” Annoyance dripped off your words. “This just feels a bit … excessive. Is that really necessary?”

“It will give us the attention we need.”

You looked around the sorry cantina guests staring into their cups, mumbling with each other or sleeping in varying positions of comfort.

“Are you sure this-” You stilled as a tall shadow appeared in the entrance.

XXX

Bane retreated more into the shadows of the alley to consider his next steps. The Duro hunting instinct pushed him to just get into the cantina, blasters blazing and get his woman.

But she wasn’t his. He had pushed her away. He didn't even know how she got here. Maybe she wanted this.

His mouth sunk into a disapproving curve. It was rude and invasive of him to perceive her this way, but something pushed him to check if she was okay and find out how she got here. And then he would back off and leave her be.

Yeah, just check. This means nothing. But this armor…

“TODO,” he growled, “Get to the Harbor and request the list of ships currently docked.”

“But I am not a protocol-” 

Bane groaned in annoyance.

“After you get it, send it to me before returning to The Justifier and preparing my ship for take off. Got it?”

“Of course, Master Bane.” The droid chirped and went off.

Alone, the bounty hunter leaned against the wall and collected his thoughts. The last news he had of Jango Fett, his former partner, was of his death. And yet someone was here, wearing exactly that armor right next to his - no, the lil’ lady. He was sure it was the same armor, even with the change in color. He had seen that armor so often, memorized every dent, every scratch, every clasp he had to open to get the skin beneath it. Bane was ready to swear on his life and a considerable amount of his fortune that this was Jango’s armor.

But how?

Who?

and why?

He snarled disapprovingly. Jango had left years ago only to get himself killed by a Jedi. Damn Jedi. Another reason to hate them. They had taken the chance from Bane to ask Jango what had made him leave and then, considering Jango’s reason, maybe beheading the old rattle box himself. But Jango was dead. And yet someone was there wearing the armor and dragging the loth cat lady around.

Bane felt his Duro hunting instincts tingle. He took a deep breath not to get lost in the deep detached and concentrated Duro-on-the-hunt-state. As much as he enjoyed the simplicity of the fight, he needed his mind clear and present.

He peeked under the brim of his hat and considered his options.

XXX

Cold sweat gathered on your temples at the sight of Aurra and Bossk entering the cantina. Aurra stalked closer with steady and determined steps while Bossk stopped and leaned next to the only exit in sight, guarding it.

“Well, well, well,” Aurra purred in a strange friendly voice as she reached the bar. “Look who we got here?”

“Aurra, good to see you.” Boba greeted equally superficially before casually stepping in front of you and getting his armored body between you and the tall armed bounty hunter.

“Hi,” You managed, already regretting speaking up. You really needed to learn how to shut up.

Aurra shot you a look and you suppressed a flinch, instead smiling politely.

“Boba,” Aurra continued while leaning casually against the bar. ”Care to introduce us? I recall seeing this human on Trask before you left us there out of the blue…”

“Yeah, about that.” Boba continued. “This is my aunt. You understand that in my circum-”

“Your aunt?” the woman sneered. “From your mothers side?”

With fast and strong fingers she grabbed Boba at the side of the helmet and slammed him on the top of the bar counter before Boba could reply anything.

“Don’t give me this bantha crap, Boba.“ Aurra hissed. “Who is this woman? Does she have a connection to Bane? Did you get her away from us so that you would not have to share the reward from luring him out and bringing him in?”

Boba staggered and gripped the counter to recover from the hit.

He groaned.

You stared at the two bounty hunters in front of you. Boba might be your kidnapper but he was effectively a polite, somewhat troubled kid. Aurra on the other hand… You felt a rush of deep seated fear surfacing as she looked up and stared at you with piercing eyes.

“Enlighten me,” she challenged. “Who are you and what do you have to do with Bane?”

“Oh,” You managed while stepping backwards before being able to stop yourself. “Sorry for causing so much trouble. I haven’t seen my nephew in years. His mother and I drifted apart so I did not recognize dear little Boba first. Hadn’t seen each other in years.”

Aurra smiled maliciously.

Shit, You said something wrong.

You felt yourself lean against the counter to get closer to anything you could use as a weapon.

“Oh yeah? So Boba is your sister's son?”

Boba huffed and straightened up again.

You peeked over the counter. Just big spotchka bottles, cups and a few boxes of matches. Kriff.

“U-hu. One big happy family reunion” You managed.

“Touching. Family truly is something special.”

Aurra drew her blaster from the holster on her thigh and aimed at you.

You stopped breathing.

“Stop playing around. I hate being lied to and I retaliate on principle for it.”

“Aurra.” Boba spoke up again. “I can explain, lower your weapon. Please.”

A part of you registered the teens pleading tone for your life. But most of you could not think about anything other than the massive blaster trained at you. You were going to die. You felt yourself getting shaky and weak in the knees before you took a quick breath.

No, kriff them all. This ain’t the end of it yet.

You smiled at Aurra, not averting your gaze from her, and pushed down your fear.

“It was disappointingly easy to predict you would go to Nar Shaddaa, Boba.” Aurra hissed. “It's always Coruscant, Tatooine or Nar Shaddaa with the beginners. And Nar Shaddaa was the closest. But now tell me who this woman is, for she sure as Hoth is not your aunt. Or, I'll shoot her.”

Before Aurra could trigger the blaster, she stumbled. Boba had tackled her, using her being distracted by you. A blaster bolt hissed past you and you crouched down to avoid more shots.

You looked around, everything fell apart around you. Aurra and Boba rolled over the floor and fought to get the upper hand. Other customers of the cantina drew their weapons and encircled the two fighters on the floor while others crawled under the table to hide from more possible blaster bolts.

Someone grabbed you by the neck from behind.

“Tell me, why are you so much trouble? You must be valuable.” It was another customer. A tall, human and unfortunately strong man had picked you up as if you weighed nothing.

“Let me go!” You demanded, kicking and shoving against him.

He only laughed at you before you lashed out at him, scratching at him and aiming for the eyes. In surprise he let go of you, dropping you onto the floor. Disoriented, you tried crawling away from him but he caught you by the leg and pulled you closer. You cried out in surprise and kicked at his hand, hearing an ugly sound of some bones breaking. The man yelled in pain yet did not let go. You kicked again, aiming at the other hand grabbing onto your leg.

Before you could land another hit someone jumped over you and crashed into the man. You did not waste time checking who it was and stumbled up, turning to the door. The cantina had completely fallen into chaos with customers brawling, Aurra holding Boba in a headlock while the teen kicked his head back up to land a hit at her jaw, Bossk and your attacker behind you interlocked in another violent mess of limbs and heavy breathing. So it must have been the trandoshan who had intervened for you.

With Bossk gone from guarding the door, there was nothing stopping you from fleeing. You made a short step in the direction of the door before reconsidering and grabbing a few bottles of cheap spotchka and matches. With the heavy load in your hands you stumbled through the fighting mess, before making it to the door. Quickly you opened the bottles and started pouring them out in the doorway. You needed to gain time to flee, making it hard or impossible for the bounty hunters to follow you.

Determined you lit up a match and threw it at the blue liquid.

Instantly the cheap spotchka caught fire, roaring high and hungry and - most importantly - making it pretty impossible for anyone to follow you outside this way.

You stumbled away from the flames and into the alley. Smoke was rising up and you coughted, first time becoming aware of how heavy you were breathing and how hot you felt from the fight.

You turned around and started to run as fast as possible, leaving the angry shouts behind you and ignoring the pain in your lungs. As fast as you could you made through the alleys - further and further into the deep dark streets of Nar Shaddaa - running, stumbling, crawling. At some point you left the surface and went down using the stairs and lifts in the hope of shaking off any possible pursuer and even jumping over a few chasm’s between walkways just to make sure. 

After you felt like you would pass out from your lungs hurting, you dared stopping at a little, secluded corner and leaned against a wall. 

Tired and defeated, you slid down. You took a few deep breaths of air to help the pain in your lungs subside. After a while of controlled breathing you started to feel better, your legs still shaky yet not as boneless as the last few desperate jumps you made to escape.

You bend your knees who had gotten bruised at some point, and hug yourself before finally allowing yourself to feel. Tears started to roll down your cheeks and little gasps escaped you, fighting for air again as everything came crashing down on you.

You had fought.

You had fought for your life and then you had set a fire to help you escape. You had been kidnapped, attacked, threatened, insulted, yelled at - all for a man that wasn’t even there.

Frustrated, you punched against the wall next to you.

Kriff, that hurt.

You wanted to go home, back on Trask to crawl into your bed and sleep. You wanted to take a long hot bath, get some fresh clothes and then lament about the whole experience to Luna while stealing some of the good spotchka from the cantina. You wanted to have a good cooked meal with some time to enjoy it and be alone for a while. You wanted to forget that boy Boba who talked about hurting people as if it’s nothing. Or Bossk who stared down at you like you were nothing. Or Aurra who’s piercing stare made you feel looked at like a little insect under a magnifying glass.

But instead you had become the perceived key for all of them to a man who obviously was gone - yet everybody was out there to remind you of him.

Cad Bane, if I ever cross your path again, I’m gonna slap you for this.

You allowed yourself a few more luxurious moments of wailing and self-pity. As the tears washed away a little bit of that burden resting on your shoulders, you hugged your bruised knees closer to your body and started thinking about what to do now.

XXX

Cad Bane would have starred at the lil’ loth cat lady doing arson with raised eyebrows if he had any body hair. Watching her splashing and pouring the spotchka generously into the doorway and then torching up the place took guts. And it had been an effective way to stop anyone following her, maybe even killing a few of her pursuers.

He felt himself nodding silently in appreciation for her displayed work. Maybe the lil’ loth cat had it under control, finding her path through the galaxy and doing what needed to be done to ensure her safety without his help. She clearly did not need anyone as far as Bane was concerned. He had seen professionals doing worse. Maybe it was time to leave; do some work, whore around and get drunk to forget her.

He was about to leave as he watched Bossk finally shoot through the reinforced transpari steel window and stumble out of the burning cantina. Right after him was Aurra, a bunch of people Bane did not recognize, and the person in Jango Fett’s armor. All of them coughed, wretched or collapsed into the street.

“Where issss she?” Bane heard Bossk yell between coughs. “Where did ssssshe go? Can’t sssseel a kriffing thing due to the sssmoke.”

Aurra coughed violently and shook her head.

“Boba!” The huge trandoshan managed to call between coughs before getting up to his full size and grabbing the person in Jango’s armor.

“Who issss that woman, Boba?” The trandoshan growled, squinting his eyes. “Tell me now or I sssswear you will die here on the ssssspot.”

Boba, the person wearing the armor, stayed silent. Bane had to give the stranger some credit for not whimpering and breaking instantly under Bossk’s angry gaze.

The trandoshan sighed, ripped off the helmet and pushed Boba against the next wall.

“Ssspeak!”

Bane felt like something was off with gravity. The revealed face under Jango’s helmet was Jango. Younger maybe. But it was identical.

Anger, rage and regret roared up their ugly heads inside of him, clawing from his mind at his sanity. This was impossible.

It can’t be Jango.

“Okay, okay. I’ll talk” said the boy with Jango’s face and voice. Bane flinched at the sound.

“The woman is connected to Bane. Maybe his lover or girlfriend. Not sure what exactly but worth a try to draw him out this way. That's why I brought her here.” The boy coughed. “By causing enough ruckus he would hear about her being in danger and show up. Let me go and I’ll find her.”

Bane felt gravity shift a second time. He was the reason she was in danger. Instead of ensuring her safety he was the reason his lil’ loth cat was in danger. And from none other than his closest colleagues and competitors Aurra and Bossk.

And whoever that miniature-Jango over there was.

But why? Why this interest in finding him? Bounty hunter came and went. And he just had taken a bit of time off. 

Something wasn’t adding up.

Bane closed his eyes, listened to Aurra, Bossk and Boba coughing their lungs out in the hopes of gathering more intel only to hear nothing except more painful and dry gasps.

Impatiently Bane drummed with his finger against the brim of his hat.

He had to find her first, he was sure of that.

Just to make sure she was safe, nothing more of course.

And he had to apologize for causing her all of this.

This mess with the Hutts, the wrong Jango, Aurra and Bossk had to wait.

He needed to track her first.

His mind calmed as Bane slipped into his predatory hunting state of mind, thinking of nothing but her, remembering her warm human skin, her hair, her proud gaze and most and foremost - her smell.

Bane stalked through the streets of Nar Shaddaa tracking the lady. It was rare for him to tap into his duros predatoriness this much. He liked using his mind more instead of relying on purely his tracking instincts. And in a world full with spaceships and racers they rarely were useful anyway. But now, he needed the sharpness of his senses focused to find her despite the many distracting smells around him, the smoke from the arson, or her attempts to loosen any pursuers.

He crouched down.

She had touched the ground here, maybe stumbled and rolled over the floor before getting up again to run.

Bane made a face at the thought of her hurting herself and lifted his hat. He needed to get close to get her scent. Pushing all the thoughts away thinking about how odd it was and how rarely he did this, he licked. A few molecules of her scent danced on his tongue and he closed his eyes to concentrate on it. It was a sweet smell, making him remember more pleasurable things than crouching in the dirt. It was a smell that made him want to bite. 

He got up and put his hat back on to calm himself. The excitement of the hunt was dangerously close to overcoming him.

She wasn’t his prey.

She…

Bane started moving to follow her, driven by the will to find her. Her smell was a beacon in the dark. He chased her while passing people that quickly gave way. He must look ferocious with his eyes gleaming and his bared teeth. She had gone far away, running deeper and deeper into the maze-like structure of Nar Shaddaa but Bane stalked her with a steady pace, sometimes close enough to hear her steps running and running and running away from him. Sometimes she was nearly gone. Bane growled and listened for her, his sharp senses ignoring everything but the target, no not target she was not-

Her heartbeat was close by, on the other side of a chasm between walkways. He jumped after her without much consideration for himself.

He picked her scent again, her smell being close by.

She had touched the wall to catch herself, the humidity and heat still visible on the permacrete for his sharpened eyes. Bane put his own long hand next to her’s on the wall to ground himself.

She was so small, so human.

More of her smell made it onto his tongue as he licked the wall in instinct for more of her.

She was close and her smell was…

He started running.

Something was hurting her. The agony a bitter taste in his mouth, making his teeth grind painfully and drawing blood from biting into his lips in a sorry attempt for control.

He jumped down a few more stairs, leaning into his instincts to track her and protect her from any possible attackers, before rushing down a longer secluded corridor and scanning for attackers or a sign of her.

He growled, pacing around and looking for his loth cat lady. Her scent was so strong she must have been here.

“Bane?”

Something moved in the corner of his eyes between some pipes so he jumped with bared teeth and his hands up for attack, slamming into whoever it was.

The smell of her hit him like a wall, her heartbeat fast like of a little animal, little fearful sounds escaped her as she struggled against his iron grip and his teeth -

He stumbled back while letting go of her.

She was there in front of him. Starring in surprise with teary eyes and her hand raised on her shoulder where he had bit her.

He felt his mouth go dry at the sight of the wound.

“I am sorry. I-”, he started while raising his hands in a soothing gesture.

“Bane?!” She yelled with a voice dancing between anger, pain and the incoming shock. “ Did you just kriffing bite me?!”

[my-sun-m00n-and-stars]

Sex, Drugs, and Blasters

A Cad Bane longfic

Previous Chapter

*CN*

Graphic violence, language, blood, drugs with needles, Sidious is not a good father figure, corruption within prison institutions, allusion to potential SA in prison (does not occur), invasive prison processing system and lack of privacy, PTSD, mild anti sex worker language.

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Chapter 2

The Jedi lay dead at her feet. Kiara considered her. Her neck was bent at an odd angle, and blood pooled around her robes. She had only been a padawan, but a Jedi no less. Her Master had assured her that her chance to kill a Jedi would come in a couple of years, once she grew a bit bigger. Her fists clenched in excitement at the thought of hunting down Jedi Knights, or even a Jedi Master.

She knelt down next to the cooling body. The girl couldn’t have been more than thirteen, the same age as she. She took out a blade from a strap on her boot, and cut off the girl’s padawan braid. She then pried the lightsaber out of her dead grip. Tucking the braid into her pocket, she turned to leave, examining the lightsaber in hand. It had shone a brilliant blue in combat. It would be so pretty once she bled it red. Something resembling happiness spread through her. Master would be so pleased, so proud! Maul hadn’t even killed a Jedi yet, and he was five years older than her!

She clambered back onto her ship, her assassin droid taking the co-pilot seat. In a few moments, they were in hyperspace. 

…

She climbed out of her ship and onto the landing platform of the LiMerge Building. Sidious had chosen the place as his lair on Coruscant long ago. She walked down the hallway to the room where she knew her Master would be waiting for her. As she passed one of the rooms, she heard grunting. Stopping with a grin on her face, she opened the door. 

Maul trained furiously against the practice droids. He twirled a wooden staff around, dodging their zaps of electricity and hitting them at their critical points. She trotted over to join him. He noted her out of the corner of his eye with distaste. 

“Begone, pest.”

Without saying a word, she ignited the Padawan’s lightsaber and cut through a practice droid. Gasping in shock, Maul stumbled backwards, quickly deactivating the other droids. “Where did you get that?”

She straightened herself up to her full height, which despite their age difference, was almost the same. 

“I killed a Jedi for it.” She pronounced.

“You lie!” He exclaimed, brow furrowing. Their amber gazes met, like embers of a fire ready to be stoked. She giggled, taking out the padawan braid.

“I told you I would kill one first.” She taunted, dangling it in front of his face. He snatched it from her

“How did you achieve this?”

“A question I would very much like to be answered myself.”

Kiara and Maul whipped around to stare at the entrance of the training room. A figure in a dark cloak stood there, only his pale, frail hands betraying his complexion. They both immediately dropped to the floor into kneeling positions, he dropping the braid from his grasp and she the lightsaber. It clanged against the floor and rolled away. 

Kiara shook; anxiety, excitement and fear all rolled into one as she awaited her Master’s judgement. Approaching in slow, methodical steps, he held out a hand and summoned the lightsaber to his grasp. He examined it clinically, turning it in various directions, before igniting it. Royal blue light swathed the room. He then floated the braid at Maul’s side to his grasp. “Answer me, child.”

Taking a shaky breath, she recounted the events. 

“I went to Tatooine to do reconnaissance like you asked, Master. I got the information about Gardulla too, I have it with me right here! But then when I was leaving, there were two Jedi, a master and a padawan. I thought it was strange that they would be so far away from their home, so I followed them. The master told the padawan to wait, and then left her all alone. Then it was like the Force was just telling me to attack her, so I did. I stabbed her with my knife, and then when she tried to hit me with her saber I snapped her neck with the Force, just like you taught me!” She explained breathlessly. Beside her, she could feel Maul’s gaze boring into her. 

For ten excruciating seconds, Sidious was silent. Then, he spoke.

“Well done, my acolyte. I admit I did not think you capable of such a feat. Perhaps I should favor to take you as apprentice, instead of your counterpart.” His cold gaze swept to the side to land upon Maul. She felt him shiver. With fear or with anger, she did not know. 

“Yes, Master.” She responded obediently, fighting not to let her jubilance show. 

“Come, youngling. I think it is time you construct your lightsaber. This crystal will make for a strong weapon.”

As they walked away, Sidious sensed their conflicting emotions through the force. The girl’s joy, and the boy’s jealousy, bleeding out from him like a wound. A small smile stretched across his features as they walked further and further, down into the bowels of his lair. 

…

Kiara sat in the processing unit of the Republic Judiciary Central Detention Center, a drab room with the only furniture being two chairs and a desk, with walls made out of metal. A glaring fluorescent light hummed above her, and a tinted window was on the wall to the left. Hands cuffed behind her back, she gazed steadily down at her own lightsaber, which was laid out on the table in front of her. Behind it sat a severe-looking human man with gray hair that was cropped in military style. The Warden, she supposed. He sat with his arms folded across the table, leaning forward in his chair, staring at her intently. On either side of her were prison guards in full body armor, armed with what looked like assault rifles. All in all, he looked like he took his job a little too seriously. 

“I’m not going to ask you again, Miss. Where did you obtain this lightsaber?” His voice was harsh, deep, and sounded like he needed to clear his throat. 

“You just did.” She said boredly. 

“Did what?”

“Ask me again.”

The man snarled, grabbing her by the collar of her shirt and slamming down into the desk. She gasped in pain as her head smacked against the table. 

“Listen here you stupid bitch, this’ll go a lot easier for you if you comply with us. Hell, you might even get a reduced sentence if you tell us where your little friend is.”

She looked up at him in shock. Not that she hadn’t been smacked around like this before, but never by an officer of the Republic. 

“This violates my rights as a prisoner,” She hissed at him. “Where is my attorney?” Not that she actually cared for one. But she wasn’t just going to sit here and take this. 

He laughed without humor.

“What makes you think you have rights here?”

She didn’t respond, opting instead to glare up at him. He scowled at her in turn. “Well, since she doesn’t feel like squealing, take her through processing. Maybe a couple of nights in her new home will convince her to take the plea deal.” The guards roughly pulled her up, almost lifting her entirely off of her feet. 

Two female workers led Kiara to a shower room.

“Ma’am, we’re going to need you to—”

“—I know how this works.” She snapped at them. One of them, an older and stouter woman, scoffed under her breath. 

Jewelry. Shoes, then socks. Shirt and pants. Underwear. Let hair down. Open mouth, comb through hair. Lift breasts. Bend, spread, and cough. She had been arrested enough times in various different systems to get the routine committed to memory. At least here they didn't do the cavity searches by hand. She showered in front of them with a bar of soap that smelled more like something you clean a refresher with than a person, the acrid scent stinging her eyes. She quickly put on the orange fatigues that were offered to her. She did it all shamelessly, being sure to maintain eye contact. Kiara wasn’t going to let them think that they affected her. 

All she cared about was the fact that they hadn’t caught Darius. Why else would they ask her where he was? What’s more, he was probably fencing the jewels at this very moment. The thought brought a small smile to her face. As for her own situation, she was confident that it would rectify itself soon. No prison had ever been able to hold her for long. Besides, she knew it was possible. A couple months ago some bounty hunter had broken out for the umpteenth time. If he could figure it out that many times, so could she. Of course, things would be more complicated without the use of the force. She didn’t dare use it. Not in such close proximity to him. 

In the next room, her mugshot was taken. She considered smiling for the camera, before deciding that it would make her look like an idiot. Instead she opted for a look of disdain, slightly arching a brow and staring down her nose at the lens with the smallest of sneers.

…

Kiara entered the cafeteria that doubled as a rec room. The female population of the prison for high-risk inmates appeared to be considerably smaller than its male counterparts. But she knew from experience that that didn’t make it any less dangerous. She scanned the room. Guards up on the balcony, cams in the corners. The women were idly chatting in groups at tables or using the exercise equipment. On one wall was a holo that displayed the news.

Great. So they had all likely seen the debacle of the previous night. It wouldn’t take them long to figure out who exactly the new girl was. She decided to sit by the holo to see if she could glean any more information. She casually joined the group of women that were crowded around it. 

Most of the information was things that Kiara already knew. The second thief had not been caught. The Chancellor’s safe had been cleared out. They had entered by cutting a hole into the vault. Yet she felt a twinge of shock as the man on screen reported that the Twi’lek hostage had not survived the exchange. She had nearly forgotten about her, being so focused on taking down the Jedi. She could not find it within herself to summon up more emotion than slight disappointment. 

She was snapped out of her musings by the sound of her name. She looked back up at the holo to see her own mugshot staring condescendingly back at her, as well as everyone in her immediate vicinity. 

“One of the thieves has just been identified as Kiara Scarr, a twenty-five year old human female with a lengthy criminal past in over a dozen different systems. It has been confirmed that she was in possession of the Chancellor’s valuables, which have since been safely restored. His Excellency was available for comment this morning on the situation that unfolded last night.” The screen cut to the face of a kindly old man in grandiose robes, standing on his platform in the Senate.

“Rest assured that this matter will be fully investigated. A threat like this to our livelihoods and to our economy will not be taken lightly. I personally guarantee that this criminal will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law, and will face my justice.” He stared directly into the camera. Directly into her. 

He knew. She was an idiot to think he wouldn’t have found out. An idiot to think that simply abstaining from the force would be enough to hide her. Why the fuck did she have to go and decide to clear out his safe? She couldn’t breathe. Women were whispering around her, pointing at her. Someone shouted something at her, but she didn’t hear. She stood, black spots swimming in her vision. She pushed her way through the crowd, gasping for air. She spied the refresher in the corner through her swirling gaze. She stumbled inside, bracing herself against the cool tile. 

Glowing yellow eyes. Lightning. Cackling. She fought the images back, swallowing back the bile that had risen in the back of her throat. 

She needed to get out. 

“Do you mind?”

Kiara whipped around. Two rodians sat on the floor, a Twi’lek sticking a needle in one—

“Oh fuck, uhm, sorry.”

“You’re welcome to join in.” The Twi’lek called.

“Ehrm, maybe later. I’m ah, busy right now.” She hurried out of the bathroom, their laughter following her. 

… 

No less than four guards escorted Kiara to her cell when night fell. It seemed a bit excessive in her opinion. They didn’t even know she was force sensitive. Yet. 

“Enjoy your celly” one of them sneered, shoving her inside. Regaining her stance, she turned to look at the celly in question.

On the bottom bunk of the cell, a woman was sprawled out, so tall that her feet almost hung over the end. Her slender arms rested behind a head that was entirely bald, save one thick auburn ponytail. Her skin was chalk white, paler than even Kiara’s complexion. Toxic green eyes met Kiara’s own amber ones accusingly. A sharp eyebrow arched appraisingly as she sized her up.

“Hello, celly.” Kiara said coolly. 

The pale woman ignored her statement.

“So. You’re the one who karked up the heist.” The woman said derisively. Her voice was quick, and sharp. She didn’t linger long on any one word or syllable. Irritation flared up in Kiara’s chest.

“I’m the one who planned the heist in the first place.” She retorted, crossing her arms defensively. The pale woman laughed.

“Because that turned out so well for you, honey.”

“You’re one to talk.”

The woman sat up, so fast that Kiara almost flinched. Almost. She regarded the woman warily as she rose out of the bunk languidly, her movement reminding Kiara of a loth cat. She stalked forward, allowing Kiara to get a better view of her features. She had deep-set eyes framed by thick, dark lashes. Sharp nose, thin lips. Something about her was familiar to Kiara, but she couldn’t quite place where she had seen her before. 

“Look, honey, I don’t care who you think you are. You’re going to learn real quick that things in here operate on respect. Any amateur with a lightsaber from the black market could’ve done what you did, so sit down, shut up, and stay out of my way.” Her face was mere inches away. Kiara found herself leaning her head back to maintain eye contact. 

She chuckled. And buried her clenched fists into the hem of her shirt.

“So why didn’t they? All this talk, but I’m the one who actually had the guts to try it. Pulled it off, too. They haven’t caught my partner.” Yet, she added silently to herself. Before the woman could speak, Kiara continued. “Besides, what have you done to earn respect here? Win a medal for being the biggest bitch?”

For a second, she thought the pale woman was about to attack her. She tensed, bending her elbows slightly, ready to defend. 

Instead, the woman laughed. This time, it was genuine.

“Finally, they send someone in here with some spine.” She backed up to a slightly less threatening distance. Kiara didn’t respond, her guard still raised. “You can relax, honey. I don’t like the idea of going to bed with sore knuckles, and you look like you would put up a good fight.”

At least she got one thing right. 

While the woman had height on her, Kiara was certain she had the weight. The woman was slight of build, and willowy, although she could see some toned muscles underneath her orange prison clothes. Kiara in contrast was well-muscled and curvy, with her outfit too tight around her chest, hips, and thighs. 

The woman sat back down on her bunk, and she opted to lean against the wall. Silence rose between them for a few moments, as they returned to their staring contest. This time, Kiara chose to break it. 

“So, what are you in for?” 

The look the woman gave her showed her what she thought of that question. With an air of mockery, she asked,

“Do you want the short list, or the long one?”

“Well, it seems I’ve got all the time in the world now, so gimme the long one.” 

The woman contemplated her for a few seconds, as if deciding whether or not to take her seriously. 

“Do you really have no idea who I am?” The woman snarked, amusement written across her features. Kiara decided not to give her the satisfaction. 

“No clue.” She stated plainly. Annoyance flickered across the woman’s face, to her glee. 

“I’m Aurra Sing.” She said deliberately. Now that rang a few bells. Images of bounty pucks for high sums of money came to mind. Aurra watched her face with narrowed eyes, smirking in satisfaction once she saw the recognition dawn upon it. Not to be outdone, Kiara quickly replied,

“Yeah, Aurra Sing. You’re a bounty hunter, right? I think I read about you in a, ah,  women’s empowerment magazine.” She kept a straight face, staring at Aurra innocently. 

Aurra looked at her like she had sprouted horns. Then, for the second time, she laughed.

That must be some sort of record. 

“I might not get tired of you just yet, honey. But yes, I’m a bounty hunter, and that’s all you need to know about me.” Her tone, while light enough, became harsher towards the end. Taking this as a warning not to pry, Kiara nodded and switched the subject. 

“Kiara Scarr,” she introduced herself. “So, what’s the deal with this place? Is there anything else I need to know beyond the usual bullshit?” Aurra smiled coldly. The image sent a small chill down her spine.

“Depends on your idea of ‘usual’, honey. It’s better conditions than a Hutt prison, I’ll tell you that. Just be careful around the guards, particularly the males. They bribe easy, but they’re known for being… aggressive. Especially to a pretty little thing like you, they’d eat you alive. Don’t expect any sort of protection from them.”

Kiara scrunched her nose in distaste.

“I think I can handle myself.”

Aurra hummed in response, something between condescension and skepticism, before posing a question of her own.

“Now tell me, why would a, delicate creature such as yourself stoop to such lows as robbing the pockets of the Republic’s biggest sponsors? I’m certain you could make a decent career for yourself by shedding a few clothes on the nearest pole.”

Kiara’s eyes hardened, a sneer stretching across her lips. If that was how things were going to be, fine. 

“They told me I was too temperamental to entertain handsy clients. I did it because I needed a lot of cash, and fast. I’m…” she contemplated how to phrase it, losing the edge to her voice, “in deep with the wrong people.”

This particular piece of the equation she had suppressing, reassuring herself that it would all be taken care of in the end. By the Force, she hoped that Darius had escaped with the jewels. The Black Sun were not known for their patience. It had been a simple thing she had been hired for. Her first big break. All she had had to do was protect a shipment of spice. Yet when their transport was attacked by pirates, she had failed. After that, the Black Sun deemed her responsible for the nearly eight million credits worth of spice that had been lost.

“I can appreciate that. We were all desperate too, once. That’s the only way you get into this business in the first place.” Aurra said, her expression still infuriatingly ambiguous. And with that, she laid back down. Taking this as the signal that the conversation was over, Kiara clambered up the ladder to the bunk above, and tried her best to settle down on the hard mattress. Something told her, despite her apparent acceptance by Aurra, she was not going to rest easily tonight.

…

They entered the cafeteria together. Kiara noticed that this time, they were given a wide berth. Even the guards seemed to shrink back from Aurra Sing’s presence. While the woman irked her to no end, Kiara had to admit that she came with some benefits. Aurra sat alone at a table in the middle of the room. She seemed to relish in the fact that everyone knew to stay the hell out of her way, glancing around at anyone who dared stare at her with a smirk on her face. 

Kiara went to get some glop from the food dispenser, taking her place in the line. Glop was really the perfect word to describe it. She supposed it had to have had some sort of nutritional value, but to her it looked like a steaming pile of vomit. Grimacing, she absentmindedly looked up from her plate at the guard standing at the end of the line, sensing his gaze on her. He was a human male, telling by the small line of skin she could see around his neck. Remembering Aurra’s warning, she looked away from him and attempted to walk past as casually as possible back to their table. 

He stuck out a hand, grabbing her by the upper arm. 

“Halt, prisoner. You’ve been chosen for a randomized search.” He commanded.

“Search? I just got here yesterday, dumbass. What could I possibly have gotten in twenty-four hours?” She retorted. He ignored her protestations, yanking her by the arm and roughly dragging her to the exit. Adrenaline began building in her veins as possibilities of how he might ‘search’ her came to mind. She couldn’t fight him, not out here in the open in front of the other guards. And despite its futility, she still refused to use the force in any capacity. Though that didn’t stop her from feeling it, just beneath the surface. Like a bubbling pot threatening to boil over. Her rage only encouraged it, longing to snap the neck of the man attempting to take advantage of her. She took a deep breath and reigned it in.

She’d simply have to improvise. 

…

The second they got into the privacy of the search room, she sucker punched him in the face. He collapsed immediately. She straddled him, ripping off his helmet and punching him repeatedly for good measure. Her vision tunneled. All she saw was him. Lightning crackled just underneath the surface, begging for her to unleash it. She switched to kicking him, crunching his face under her heel. He no longer breathed. She was a child, beating the practice droid mercilessly with her staff. Blood dripped from his head, the only sound in the room being the sickening crack of his skull.

She staggered to the side, breathing hard. 

What had she done?

There was no time to think anymore. Kneeling down, she searched his body for anything useful. She nicked a comm, a blaster, cuffs, and identification keycard. She took off his black undershirt and used it to soak up the blood that had fallen, and wiping herself off for good measure. She placed his helmet back on his head, and dragged him underneath a table in the corner for placing contraband. He was woefully exposed, but it was the only option in the barren room. She stuffed the items into her bra and smoothed herself over. Hopefully no one would notice the few specks of blood that had stained her shirt. 

Calming herself, she stepped back out into the cafeteria. Some of the prisoners who had seen her get dragged off eyed her curiously and whispered, but otherwise did not bother her. She speed walked over to Aurra’s table. She too had witnessed the confrontation, and quirked a brow in question as Kiara sat down next to her, breathing hard. 

“Did he-”

“I killed him.” Kiara cut her off, her tone flat, and low. Aurra straightened up in surprise, giving Kiara her undivided attention. “I have his stuff in my bra. Blaster, keycard, and some other things.”

Aurra nodded solemnly in understanding. After a few moments of thought, she responded quietly, keeping her eyes locked straight forward.

“I wasn’t going to let you in on this, but now things have changed. I was planning on escaping in a week’s time, by stealing a uniform. Now that timeline has moved up.” 

Kiara gasped slightly, hope filling her for the first time in a day. 

“How would you like to get out of here, honey?”

Next chapter

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rules

this blog will mostly be 13+ but if there is 18+ content ever put on this blog, i will put a warning.

if you would like anything tagged for blacklisting, send an ask and i will add the tags! don't be afraid to ask. <3

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Number 6!

Hello, darling xD

Sorry it took me a while to reply. Saw this as soon as you sent it, but I was busy with work and it got me thinking...

Just so you all know... number 6 is...

If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

Aaaaaaand I really have no idea, cause I love each of my stories. They’re all so different after all... but I’m sure I wouldn’t delete Bloodbound... and I quite enjoy ITGB and the pacing... so... it leaves me with Lie to Me.

I know it’s my most famous story and all, but even though it’s quite special it’s my first Hux story after all it’d be deleted cause it’s the simplest of them all? Cause I really wouldn’t delete it, but if I really really really had to... it’d be the one. Or it would be ITGB?

Oh God, I don’t know HAHAHAHAHAH I feel like Domhnall talking about SW without really talking about it xDDDD

I mean... BB is my favorite story. ITGB is an AU I quite enjoy, cause I love Regency stories and the political intricacies of the era and it had Rae Sloane in it xD but LTM has Aurra and I just love Aurra.

Let’s hope I never come to a point in which I have to delete them, right? xD

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CHAPTER TWO: You're a Menace - Salacity (NSFW) Captain Rex Series

Warnings: Slight smut, kissing, mature content, Rex being the dominant he is.

Plot: After confessing as to why you had gotten drunk, Rex tells you that you can't go to Alderaan with him and Anakin takes you back to your quarters where things escalates.

Word Count: 1.1K+

Pronouns of Reader: She/Her

Gender of Reader: Female

Pairing: Anakin x Reader, Rex x Reader, Kix x Reader, Hardcase x Reader.

Author's Note: Hello again! Wanted to clarify that Anakin and Padme don't have an established relationship in this series, otherwise this chapter would raise a few suspicions! As always, voting and reblogging are welcome and encouraged! Strikethroughs mean the chapter is not done and still in my works, so keep an eye out for it!

THIS SERIES: << Chapter One: A Night Out || Chapter Three: Tension >> OTHER: << Masterlist || Wattpad || TikTok >>

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You slurred as you spoke. "I am NOT drunk." Slamming your hand down on the counter, you shifted your weight onto your other foot. Someone's hands steadied you and you turned back to see Commander Cody there with a concerning look on your face.

"Please Commander, you can't come with us." Hardcase said as he stepped towards you, clearly worried about your safety and health. After all, you had grazed both of your knees coming here after stepping into a decending garden. Luckily, Kix was there to help you and bandage you up roughly.

"Please Hard, this is my home planet. I need," hiccup, "... I need to help my people." You begged, even in your intoxicated state, you were still willing to help.

"Not like that, you're not." A sudden voice boomed and you hiccuped again and turned to see none other than Rex standing at the doorway. How long had he been standing there like that? He looked irresistible as his helmet was perched between his hip and strong forearm.

Your eyes slowly found his face, his eyes nothing but hard and intense on yours and you gulped at seeing him standing there. "Rex-" You began, going to step closer, but your weak knees gave out and you groaned as you hit the floor.

Rex shook his head and took a daring step closer to you. "Why the hell are you so drunk?" He asked sternly, you don't think you've ever seen this man look so angry.

You looked down then, the realisation of why you were so drunk in the first place came crashing down on you. "Aurra and I- we..." You stopped yourself, tears filling in your eyes.

"Y/N, I'm sorry." Kix put a comforting hand on your shoulder and you smiled sadly at him.

You and Aurra Sing had met at a bar on a distant planet and instantly hit it off. You knew for a Jedi that these feelings were forbidden, and her reputation wasn't exactly perfect, but you both immensely cared for each other. Only a few clones knew about your relationship with her; the clones who were standing in the room with you. Aurra claimed she could no longer date you as you were a Jedi and she was a bounty hunter; the relationship was too risky and well... not perfect at all.

Rex's eyes softened and he knelt down to be eye level with you. "Y/N, I can't let you join us."

"Yes, I can join! You can't give me orders!" You shouted, an unknown rage within you that struck suddenly. You took a breath before whimpering; you couldn't save your relationship with Aurra no matter how hard you tried, but you could save these people... your people.

"Commander, I'm sorry." Rex said, standing up as another person came to stood behind him... Anakin. You whined, knowing you weren't going to Alderaan and hung your head.

"Come on Y/N, up you get." Anakin said soothingly and grabbed under your arms, picking you up bridal style. "That's a good girl." He said as you didn't fight him.

Just as he was about to leave with you his arms, you caught Rex's hand. "Please save them." You whispered. Rex gave you a stiff nod and Anakin began walking down the corridor towards your room. "How much did you hear?" You said, suddenly becoming very aware of what you said, did he know that you are Aurra were in a relationship?... Not that you were anymore.

"Nothing much, just that Rex can't give you orders." Anakin said, glancing down at you, a warm smile on his face. "Why would you go to a bar anyways? You have a phobia of small spaces, don't you?"

You chuckled then, "yeah... I guess- I guess I just wanted to blow off some steam." You whispered and yawned, the events of the night now dawning on you and you snuggled closer to Anakin.

"I think we all need to take a page from your books then." He said and didn't realise that you were already at your door. He opened it and made his way to your bed where he laid you down. "Just for your information, I heard more than what I said I had."

Your closed eyes then opened wide and you looked up at Anakin, "Anakin..."

"It's alright." He chuckled and pat your head. "Your secret is safe with me." You looked down as Anakin's hand rested on top of yours and you grabbed it, holding him tight.

"How safe?" You questioned and Anakin sat beside your laying body.

"Safe safe." He smile and you did too before sitting up so you were propped up in the pillows. You held his hand even tighter and leaned into him, your breath fanning across his cheek and he looked down at you with wide eyes.

"How can I be sure?" You whispered as seductively as you could, your other hand on his bicep. "Because I don't want you to run back to them and tell the council, Anakin." Your face inched closer to his.

He coughed, "Uh, Y/N... you don't have to worry." The hand that was on his bicep went down to his thigh and gave him a squeeze, he jumped. "Y/N, you're drunk."

"And you're horny. Tell me something I don't know, Ani." You said, rolling your eyes and slung your leg over his to straddle him. He sucked in a breath. "You seem like the dominant one in bed, yet here you are being all huffy, puffy."

Anakin's eyes slid over yours then, a daring look in his eyes and he suddenly switched you both over, you now under him.

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Maybe you are the dominant I thought you to be." You said just as his lips crashed to yours in hunger. You moaned into the kiss, wrapping your legs around his torso so he would be closer.

His tongue weaved into your mouth and tangled with yours and you playfully bite it. He grunted, whether from pain or pleasure, you didn't know, but he leant down to pepper kisses along your jaw.

"God, Rex." You whimpered. As soon as the word slipped from your mouth, you bite the inside of your cheek and Anakin pulled away. "I-I'm sorry, Anakin." You said, hand covering your mouth.

He pulled away completely, standing above you and you whimpered again at the heat forming in your legs. "I should go."

"No, wait." You grabbed his hand and stood up too, grabbing the back of his neck to peck kisses along his jaw. He let you, closing his eyes, but soon pushed you away and you whined, "Ani, I didn't mean it."

Anakin sighed, "you're drunk. I should have never- you need to sleep." He grabbed your waist then and pushed you to the bed so you were laying down before he made you get under the covers. "I'm sorry." He said then, gently kissing you before standing up and walking out the room.

"I'm still horny." You whispered as sleep quickly overcame you.

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“Stay” Boba Fett x Reader Drabble, Star Wars

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You were new to the bounty hunter profession, but even you had the foresight to know this plan would go horribly wrong. It had. Bossk was unconcious, a sight that in and of itself seemed surreal, beads of sweat were visible on Aurra Sing’s face. You couldn’t see Boba Fett’s expression underneath his helmet, but you doubted his usual smug confidence remained. Your own injuries weren’t minor. With the way your leg looked, it was possible you would never walk again. Soon, an explosion wrecked your only cover to the right. Aurra Sing was down. You tried to fire your weapon alongside Boba, but your vision was beginning to swim. 

“You have to leave,” you told him. “You still have a chance to get out.”

 “Forget it,” was his reply, without even bothering to look back, “I’m not leaving you.”

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𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝓗𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 

 They Stop Someone From Hitting on You [ Cad Bane, Embo, Bossk + Aurra Sing ] 

You Get Hurt [Cad Bane, Bossk, Embo ] 

The First ‘I Love You’ [ Cad Bane, Bossk, Embo + Din Djarin ] 

𝓒𝓪𝓭 𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓮

Blasts Of The Past  - Bane and Kenobi Friendship AU [Prequel] 

Bonds Of The Past - Bane and Kenobi Friendship AU **Angst 

Teaching The Future - Cad Bane training young Boba Fett

The Grilled Cheese Escape - Cad Bane x Reader (Sort of) 

𝓒𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼��𝓪𝓲𝓻

Family[Dad!Crosshair] - Series [Part 1]

𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓛𝓮𝓲𝓪

Somebody who Loves you  - Oneshot

𝓛𝓾𝓴𝓮 𝓢𝓴𝔂𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻

Saviour  - Oneshot

𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓐𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓻

Heartache Trilogy - Part 1 **Angst

𝓒𝓸𝓫𝓫 𝓥𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓱

Sleepless In Freetown  - Dincobb

Dream A Little Dream Of Me - Dincobb [18+] - Part 1 

𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓥𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 

Don’t You Love Me Too  - Oneshot ** Angst

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Masterlist - (NSFW 18+ )

Multi-chapter:

Friends in Low Places

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Tech and Hondo Ohnaka (Teen audiences)

Summary: Tech is plummeting toward death, yet he is spared, all thanks to a Weequay pirate who was simply in the wrong place at the right time, depending.

One shots:

Happenstance

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Hondo Ohnaka x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Summary: You are a rich heiress with daddy issues; Hondo is an ex-pirate without purpose. Your fates are intertwined, and soon you will be too, unless the hired help can’t keep her mouth shut. Will your relationship advance, or is your meeting purely happenstance?

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Finish what you start

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Hondo Ohnaka x F! Reader (Smut)

Summary: Hondo Ohnaka catches you pleasuring yourself in his absence.

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Trust me

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Hondo Ohnaka x F! Reader (Smut)

Summary: Hondo Ohnaka sits at Maz's Castle on Takodana contemplating his many misfortunes and his strife. The Clone Wars have ended, but that does not mean his troubles have - that's when he sees you, and you are staring at his portrait. Perhaps the night will fair better than the day, but that all depends on you.

Ficlets (Fem! xreaders / Misc.): * Contains smut

Brokenhearted - You confess to Hondo that you love him (also includes headcanons).

That mussy mop - Hondo braids your hair.

Good morning, dearest. - Reader cockwarms Hondo / fluff (third entry). *

Important Business - Reader fondles frills and stirs the pirate up / makeout session. *

Best of the Bunch - Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka. Bane does his best to apologize for offending the pirate.

Headcanons:

NSFW

NSFW Alphabet Challenge

Hondo's frills / Hondo’s frills part 2

Force sensitive?

Hondo taught Cad Bane how to swordfight?

Thighs (mildly NSFW)

Pirate Reader headcanons

Extras:

Things I learned about Hondo in "Pirate's Price"

Thoughts on Hondo x Aurra Sing Part 1 | Part 2

Sriluur and Hondo's disconnect from others of his kind.

Theory on where we might see Hondo in Live Action ( I was WRONG.)

Hondo Ohnaka's Kowakian monkey-lizards

Hondo Concept Art

Hondo Concept Art II

Florrum Concept Art

Hondo without his goggles!

Hondo Ohnaka's Not-so-big score ( canon story )

Smuggler's Guide: Hondo Ohnaka

Kindred Spirits ( short story in Star Wars Insider ft. Hondo Ohnaka )

Book of Hondo

WEIRD AU IDEA !!! / Durwee art by Trashfaun. (Hondo x Cad Bane?!)

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** He is also featured in my multi-chapter fic: Stars Above! | Cad Bane

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To be Claimed - SFW version

Hello friends! I found these marriage prompts by @brainbright for our favorite batchers! I immediately felt they struck gold and pushed this fic out in 12 hours.

I have two versions of this fic: a sfw and a nsfw. The sfw one ends before the smut begins so if you want sexy times, I'll link the sexy one at the end.

CW: brief violence, mention of misogyny, revealing of feelings, idiots in love.

Hunter x reader

Word count: 2197

Enjoy!!

You didn’t expect the mission to go as it did, but all of you were alive. That’s what mattered to you. Hunter, Echo, Wrecker and Tech were all alive and Omega was safe at Cid’s. That’s all you could ask for.

Cid came to you with a new mission. In exchange for some pure spice, you and your Batch were to offer protection for a week to a leader from this backwater planet. The culture was rather archaic. Women were subservient and silent, to be seen and not heard and the men handled everything. Being on that planet made you grateful to have grown up on Naboo. You were in the same classes as Padme Amidala, or Naberrie as you knew her. You were quite a bit younger than her though. She excelled in her politics and academics, while you were more a physical girl. You would rather settle a fight with your fists than words.

You made the decision to keep your helmet on the whole time you were on this planet. Tech modified your armour to give you more protection on your chest and midsection, so your gender wasn’t obvious to others as it was to your squad. You were grateful for the voice modulator. It deepened your voice a bit, so it just sounded like you were effeminate man.

You were protecting the leader of this community for a week from some assassin. You didn’t know which assassin was after the leader, but you knew there were more bounty hunters around trying to lure you away from the leader. They’d threaten locals to make you distracted. So, you and Tech were stationed with the leader, while Echo, Hunter and Wrecker took care of the other troublemakers. As you waited for the all clear to move the chief from Hunter, you and Tech conversed quietly.

“You are certainly mistaken. There is nothing going on between Phee and I.”

Rolling your eyes, you pointed out that Phee flirted with him constantly with every encounter you had with the pirate.

“Tech, she calls you Brown Eyes at every opportunity! She pays more attention to you than any of us! She’s clearly into you.”

Glancing up at you from his datapad, Tech shook his head. “Regardless, I have no interest in pursuing Phee romantically. Not when I have the squad to look out for.”

That was the one thing you loved and admired about Tech. He’d sacrifice everything for his family without question or hesitance. You only hoped he wouldn’t get himself killed protecting everyone.

“Alright boys let’s move the bird out!” you heard Hunter through the comms.

You lightly pulled the chief to his feet as Tech told him it was time to move. Tech pulled up the rear as you held the lead, blaster in hand. You shot at every bounty hunter you saw, hoping to deter others from trying anything.

As you rounded a corner, you nearly met your fate at the end of a blaster barrel. You paused, looking at the blue skinned woman in front of you. You recognized her deadlocked ponytail and single antenna and clocked that Aurra Sing was in front of you.

“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” she sneered. “My target handed to me on a silver platter by two clones.”

You pushed the blaster away from your face. “Sing. I should’ve smelled your disgusting perfume from atmosphere,” you hissed.

Chuckling, Aurra took aim at you again. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll make sure I’m the last thing you see before you die.”

“Like kark!” You pushed her aside, pinning her to the garden wall, shouting at Tech to move. If someone was gonna die, it was gonna be Aurra Sing. The bounty hunter took far too much from you during the clone war and so you had a little vendetta.

She kneed you in the torso, causing you to be winded for a moment. You immediately swung back, clocking her in her nose. As she backed away holding her nose, you kicked her head, bending her antenna.

Aurra became furious, lunging at you and pinning you to the ground on your back. You gritted your teeth, pushing her off as best you could but she had the advantage. Aurra took your viroblade from its sheath and moved it to your neck. As it dug closer to your jugular, you thought of your squad and how you’d miss them if you didn’t push her off.

Blaster shots rang out from your right, causing Aurra to pause in her assault on you. You turned your head, seeing Hunter and Wrecker firing at the assassin. Aurra quickly got off you and bolted, firing back at your boys.

Eventually, another bounty hunter picked Aurra up from your pursuit of her. You fired your blaster again at the small ship, hoping to bring it down but she escaped again. You prayed someone would take her out one day.

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You and the boys were celebrated as heroes and offered a feast in compensation. Never one to turn down a way to keep Wrecker full, you all gladly accepted. There was music and dancing and singing, in a way you’d never seen before. Sure, you had had parades on Naboo but nothing this extravagant. There were colours of red, blue, turquoise, orange and many more. You were carried on these little mini beds by some locals. You and Echo sat side by side, admiring all the colours and festivities.

“So, you gonna say something to Hunter? Once we’re back on the ship?” he murmured into your comm channel.

You looked at him through your helmet. You almost regretted telling Echo about your feelings toward your sergeant. Sure, there was nothing to stop you now from fraternising with squad mates, but the gods know there was something stopping you from revealing your feelings.

“Depends on how the rest of this goes. There’s always chaos to follow us so I’m just waiting for it to reveal itself.”

Reveal itself it did. As soon as you were all seated the leader gave a speech in their native tongue before gesturing to you to eat. You removed your helmet for the first time in days, grateful to breathe fresh air and eat fresh food. A collective gasp rung out from everyone except you and the boys, confusing you as you took small bites.

The leader and the elders look furious, yelling at you in their language. You were scared and confused, looking to Tech for an explanation.

Tech put his helmet back on and translated quickly, fearing the worst for your safety.

“Apparently, they are accusing us. We deceived them into thinking we were all men. According to tradition, all women of marrying age who step foot in the chief’s house, as we did early this week, are automatically married to him unless they are already claimed. Since you are of marrying age and do not seem to be claimed, he claims you as his wife.”

As Tech finished his translation, you were yanked from your seat and dragged through the seating to be thrown at the chief’s feet. You yelled and screamed, begging the boys to help you. They did, but not in the way you had expected. You almost wanted to face palm.

“She is claimed though!” Wrecker yelled out, looking to Echo for support.

Echo nodded, playing along. “Yes, she’s claimed by our Sergeant! They were wed last year!”

The leader looked from you to Hunter and back. Spitting out another question, Tech translated, going along with this idea. “He asked why we didn’t reveal that upon arrival. Why such deception?”

Echo looked to Hunter, who was both furious and concerned for your wellbeing, and tilted his head almost to say, ‘do something!’. Hunter was shocked at the turn of events but over his dead body you stay here as some archaic cultures wife. He came up to you and pulled you up to your feet. Pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, he pulled you closer. You nuzzled into his chest, fearing for your life. You had no idea this culture was that antiquated. Hunter brought his hand to your head and started to gently stroke your hair, making it look like a husband consoling his wife.

“We didn’t want to put the other in danger. Should anyone find out we were wed, they would use it against us. We never meant to deceive you.” Hunter had Tech translate.

Hunter led you to the seat next to him. “You okay with this?” he whispered.

You smiled weakly, hating that this was the improvised plan the boys chose. “I kind of have to be, don’t I? You sure you’re okay with playing husband?”

Hunter took your hand, kissing your knuckles gently. He could feel the leader’s anger at him and at you, so he laid the lovesickness on thick. Pulling you closer, kissing your temple, holding your hand and much more. You were blushing like crazy, wanting nothing more than this to be real. Gods you wanted this to be real. Hunter was so good at being loving. You wished more than anything that this was real, and you really were married.

As the festivities settled back into joyous ruckus, the boys encouraged you and Hunter to move into a private area so you could discuss things a bit more. You needed to make things convincing if you were to get out of there as one squad. You didn’t really want to leave the other three, but Hunter agreed it would make it look like you finally had some alone time as husband and wife. Shifting from one foot to the other, you reluctantly agreed to follow Hunter away from the celebration.

Hunter led you to secluded clearing, a short walk from the tents of the settlement. You sat on the ground, not facing him. He sat next to you, listening quietly to your heartbeat. You did not want to make the first move. You had no idea what to say!

Smiling, Hunter pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You froze a second but relaxed into his hold. Taking a breath, you finally spoke.

“I’m gonna kill Echo. I should never have told him about my feelings for you.”

Chuckling, Hunter squeezed your shoulders. “You really thought you could hide those from me? I can feel your heartbeat, I can smell your scents, and I certainly read your body language well enough.”

You froze again. You were a complete nong! Of course, Hunter could tell! He could feel the electromagnetic pulses from a base halfway across the planet! He would obviously be able to tell you had feelings.

Pursing your lips, you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “Figured you’d say something when you felt the time was right. Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Laughing, you elbowed his ribs gently. “Well, you failed at that! I’m so embarrassed.”

Smiling and laughing with you, Hunter let his head fall to meet yours gently. “You wouldn’t have had to worry about rejection. The others have known about my feelings since you joined us back in the Clone War. Didn’t want to endanger you by risking fraternisation.”

Your heart was ready to burst out of your chest. The man you had held feelings for, all this time wanted you just as much! Leaning in, you brushed your lips lightly over his, letting him control the rest. You could feel your heart beating harshly in your chest, and you knew Hunter could feel it too.

Hunter, softly took your chin and pulled you back to his lips, giving you a fiercer kiss than what you gave him. It felt amazing, to finally have his lips caress yours in a way you’d only had imagined prior to today. His were slightly chapped yet soft, pressing to yours softly as you keened for more.

Hunter pulled you onto his lap, having you straddle his hips to have a better angle to kiss you. His hands met your hips, lightly pulling you down to meet his pelvis. Your kisses eventually became heated, as your hands pulled at his chest plate, wanting it off.

Moving to your neck, leaving little kisses and bruises, Hunter whispered into your skin, “Should we head back to the ship?”

Smiling, you pulled his hair lightly to bring his lips back to yours. “Oh, kriff yes!”

Hunter smirked, lifting you up from the ground. You wrapped your legs around his torso so you wouldn’t fall.

You were in for a fun night.

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Echo was watching Wrecker show off his strength to some locals when all their comms beeped with a message from Hunter.

You might wanna avoid the Maurader for a few hours. We have some more things to discuss ;)

Groaning, Echo settled in for the night in his seat, waiting for Wrecker to switch weights until they got a comm, saying your “talk” was finished.

“It was only a matter of time,” Tech reasoned. “They’ve been pining for years now.”

Echo grimaced, knowing Tech was correct. This was gonna be a long night.

Hopefully this is one better than my last fic! I'll see if I can create a taglist somehow if anyone wants to be a part of that!

Thank you all!

Here is the NSFW version here

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How they kiss you (Star Wars Bounty hunters) Part 3

Aurra Sing (She’s a wild one.)

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My rating scale works on a scale of 7. The assigned number is my estimated feeling about the comic:

1 — I did not enjoy this at all 2 — There are some salvageable parts but it wasn’t worth my time 3 — It had a decent story but was kinda forgettable 4 — The story was good 5 — I enjoyed it overall and might reread in the future 6 — I would easily read this again immediately and highly recommend it to others 7 — I adore this comic and will probably not shut up talking about it

Why a best out of 7 rating? Because best out of 5 wasn’t enough and best out of 10 was too many.

Below the cut are the comics I’ve read with my personal rating and a link to their essays. I hope you enjoy!

No essay links yet :( Will be updated over time!

DC

Batman

Batman: The Killing Joke (1988) — Moore, Bolland, Higgins: 6.5/7

Batman: Hush (2002) — Loeb, Lee, Williams: 5/7

Batman: The Long Halloween (1998) — Loeb, Sale: 7/7

Batman: Year One (1987) — Miller, Mazzucchelli, Lewis: 6/7

Batman: Year Two (1987) — Barr, Davis, McFarlane, Neary, Alcala: 3/7

Poison Ivy

Batman: Poison Ivy (1997) — Moore, Apthrop, Woch: 6.5/7

Poison Ivy: Cycle of Life and Death (2016) — Chu, Mann: 4/7

Superman

Superman Birthright (2003) — Wald, Yu, Alanguilan: 6/7

Marvel

Moon Knight

Moon Knight v6 (2011) — Bendis, Maleev, Wilson: 2/7

Moon Knight v8 (2016) — Lemire, Smallwood, Bellaire: 6/7

Spider-Man

Edge of Spider-Geddon (2018) — Mackay, Thompson, Nadler, Way, Latour, Kuder, Gage: 4/7

Marvel Fairy Tales: Peter Parker & the Bean Stalk — North, Fosgitt, Herring, Sabino: 6.5/7

Spider-Geddon (2018) — Gage, Molina: 5/7

Spider-Man: India (2004) — Kang, Seetharaman, Devarajan: 6/7

Superior Spider-Man v2 (2019) — Gage, Hawthorne, von Grawbadger, Bellaire: 3/7

X-Men

X-Men: Magneto Testament (2008) — Pak, Giandomenico, Djurdjevic: 7/7

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader

Darth Vader and the Cry of Shadows (2013) — Siedell, Guzman, Heisler: 7/7

Purge — The Tyrant’s Fist (2012) — Freed, Castiello, Chella: 4/7

Aurra Sing

The Bounty Hunters: Aurra Sing (1999) — Truman: 7/7

Darth Maul

Darth Maul (Dark Horse) (2000) — Marz, Duursema, Magyar: 7/7

General Grievous

Star Wars: Age of the Republic — General Grievous (2019) — Houser, Ross: 5/7

Star Wars: General Grievous (2005) — Dixon, Leonardi, Pennington: 6/7

Jango Fett

Star Wars: Jango Fett — Open Seasons (2002) — Blackman, Bachs, Fernandez: 5/7

Other

Call of Duty: Black Ops 3 (2016) — Hama, Ferreira: 5/7

DC vs. Marvel/Marvel vs. DC (1996) — Marz, David, Jurgens, Castellini: 2/7

Modern Warfare 2: Ghost (2009) — Lapham, West: 6/7

Ruins: Men on Fire (1995) — Ellis, Nielsen, Nielsen: 2/7

Unsorted

•Star Wars: Jedi — Count Dooku (2003): 5/7

•Star Wars: Visionaries (2005): 6.5/7

•Star Wars: Age of Republic — Qui-Gon Jinn (2019): 4/7

•Star Wars: Age of Republic — Count Dooku (2019): 6/7

•Star Wars: Age of Republic — Anakin Skywalker (2019): 6/7

•Star Wars: Age of Republic — Darth Maul (2019): 3/7

•Gambit (1994): 4/7

•Star Wars Visionaries (2005): 5.5/7

•Star Wars: Jedi — The Dark Side (2011): 4/7

•Maul: Son of Dathomir (2014): 7/7

•Star Wars: Jedi of the Republic — Mace Windu: (2017): 6/7

•The Halycron Legacy (2022): 3/7

•Batman: Masque (1997): 4/7

•Detective Comics #410: A Vow From the Grave (1971)

•Nimona: 5/7