#boba babe

[jijidraws]

THIRSTY? 😈🧋✨

Boba babes! Done for Patreon in 2021 and this year. ♡ I’m trying to do one or two every summer for my sticker club! :3

[allanalightwood]

if temuera morrison has dimples. then boba fett has dimples.

If boba fett has dimples, then jango fett has dimples.

IF JANGO FETT HAS DIMPLES. THEN IT'S CANON THAT THE CLONES HAVE DIMPLES.

[cutevintagetoys]

🌸 Super Cute Beary Boba Plush Toys 🌸

[wegc]

controversial opinion but i physically cringe when writers describe any of the boys eyes as “boba eyes”

[jewishcissiekj]

"Star Wars should follow George Lucas's vision" Wrong!

also. Remember when they brought him on set for Mando all excited to show him they gave Boba the weapon he had in the holiday special animated segment only to get slapped in the face when Lucas said he was not involved with that. so fucking funny

[imarvelatthestars]

Clone Trooper & Fett(s) Masterlist

Updated March 17, 2024

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99

Wild, Uncharted Waters | Things come easy with 99. He makes you smile until your cheeks hurt and laugh until you're lightheaded. You find a kindred spirit. You hope he has too. | oneshot

Boba Fett

Aliit Ori'shya Tal'din | Much has changed since you left your smoldering village on the back of Boba's bantha. But he has not. He has remained. | ongoing series, on hold a collage for the Tusken!Reader/OC Be With Me | Something about the way you say his name always makes him smile, which only makes you want to say it again so he'll keep smiling and never stop. | drabble Enjoying the View | "Come now, princess. It's not every day I get to fuck someone as pretty as you." | drabble Mesh'la | You have to know if the life you've built with him is able to be pulled out from under you, no matter the fact that you know Boba and you know he is loyal, you know he is honorable, you know in some corner of your heart that he would never abandon you. But you know he is also a man. And men are fickle. | oneshot On Display (ft. Fennec) | "You're doing so well, kitten," she coos and you whimper in response. "Look so pretty for your Daimyo." | drabble Safe | He eyes the tear streaks on your skin and feels something rumble to life in his chest. You never had to ask. | drabble Seeing Double | Djarin's a lucky man. But Boba's luckier. He has you. | oneshot, ft. Din x OC Tell Me | The helmet tilts to one side so slightly that anyone else may not have noticed, but you know him. You notice. You always notice. | oneshot Thank You, Mr. Daimyo | "And what are we going t' do with you, hm? A teacher who teaches. I've never heard of such a thing." | oneshot Verd'ika | And as you start crying, you hear the softest voice you think anyone in the galaxy has ever heard from the legendary Boba Fett. "I would never lay a hand on you," and he sounds utterly wrecked. | oneshot

Cody

fly away with me | this time there is only the empire and the stormtrooper, and the empty space in your heart where cody used to lie. | drabble

Crosshair

Broken | I'm here, you tell him in the only way you can. He doesn't like words in the same way you don't like endings - they hurt too much. | drabble Shameless | Crosshair smirks. The end of his toothpick twitches. "What's the matter? You can dish it, but you can't take it?" | drabble I'm Just A Fool, A Fool In Love With You (ft. Wrecker) | It's nothing special - you're nothing special, yet when you tilt your head up to look at him, Crosshair can feel something wind up in the pit of his stomach. | drabble; onesided Crosshair x Reader

Echo

Ner Kar'ta | And as Echo tilts his head back to look at you properly, his eyes go big and soft and it grips you by the heart like he always has, ever since the first day you met him. | oneshot Where I Fit | Three years isn’t a terribly long time, but it’s long enough in love. Long enough to fall for Riyo, and long enough to learn that the man she loves, the clone, is one of the best men you've ever known. | oneshot (ft. Riyo Chuchi)

Emerie Karr

Blood Runs Red | But clones cannot afford secrets, not when their price is too high to pay. | drabble Secret Desires | When the other clones dream, she knows they dream of living in a galaxy without war. But when she dreams, she dreams of being a soldier. | drabble στοργή - storge | Her place is with the Empire. She has nowhere else to go, nothing else to do with the shadow of a life she leads. | drabble; character study, no reader

Hound

Fireworks | It’s one thing to be given a citation for having a massiff off-leash. You can understand that, even if it sucks. But to basically be insulted in your own home? That’s an entirely different story. | oneshot

Jango Fett

Just A Man | A warrior who abandoned his people and found himself lost in time. The monster that stalks the town at night, leaving blood and death in his wake. Django Fetu has lost himself. He finds his salvation in Sleepy Hollow. | series

Jesse

star-burned | For the first time in a very long time, you wake up and Jesse is there. No more deployments, no more long-distance calls and patchy video messages. | modern oneshot

Mayday

Alive | Mayday falls asleep with his head lolled gently in your direction, his metal fingers tangled in your hair, and his heart softly beating out the cadence of your name. | drabble

Sister (Queen's Hope + Brotherhood)

Cyare | She makes for a fierce and brave soldier, you're sure, but it's clear she's nervous, perhaps as nervous as you would be if you'd ever managed the courage to ask her out first. | oneshot She Walks in Starlight | A breeze comes drifting through the leaves then and as it stirs her hair, Sister finds herself regretting just one last thing. She wishes she could have seen you again. | oneshot (unofficial sequel to Cyare) when you are young they assume you know nothing | She can clear a platoon of droids no problem, but it’s going out to a bar in civvy clones that makes her nervous. Go figure. | miniseries, ft. Lunae Minx and Riyo Chuchi, no reader

Tai (Daiyu Veteran)

The Tai Saga (this is where it all started!) everything below is unrelated to the saga & are separate stories: A Little More Alive | "I know several tongues, but I don't know yours. Don't even know your name." He smiles, Tai smiles, and scratches at your shoulder. "Don't suppose you'd ever tell me, would you?" All Work, Some Play | This is all because you're greedy, the kind that leaves you satisfied in bed, on the couch, on the table, anywhere he's willing to satisfy you, and you'd thought he would satisfy you again this time, but he put his foot down. | oneshot For The Heart | He wants the things he's heard whispers of over the years. What Bly and Secura have - someone who loves him not as a brother, but as something more. | matchmaking AU

Tech

An Arranged Technicality | But then he looks at Rose, the strong angle of her nose, the eyes he has seen sparkle with wit, the tongue hidden behind her lips that knows the intricacies of as many languages as he, the hands that have carried axes and made bullets and translated messages of peace, and he thinks that maybe, just maybe, she's quite nice to look at. | gold rush!au drabble

Waxer

headcanons

Wrecker

Appetite | "Don't know why I want ya so bad. 's like I'll die if I can't have ya." He fists two halves of your bottoms and pulls, and your clothes rip right down the middle. | oneshot Curtain Call | Good, you think, let them talk. Maybe they'll choke on their tongues when they realize the star of the show just had hers down a clone's throat. | oneshot Don't Go Where I Can't Follow | The life of a clone is the life of a soldier. It's full of violence and blood and death, and there's not much hope. That's why he tries so hard. | oneshot Good Soldiers | The meat of his hand rests heavy on your cheek, his breath hot and stuffy on your face. "I like it when you follow orders." | oneshot Personal Best | His muscles move smoothly under his skin and it makes his tattoos look almost alive, especially the one on his stomach that you can never quite make out because of that stupid cut open tanktop. Oh yeah, especially that one. | modern gym!au oneshot Six (Ono) | He'll never be over how smart you are, either. Never. You're not as smart as Tech, probably no one is, but you're brilliant in your own right and dammit it all if that isn't the sexiest thing about you. | oneshot Solid Ground | His arms tighten around you and you suddenly feel your feet dangling in empty air. He’s the only person you’ve ever let lift you, the only person you feel safe enough with to allow it. | drabble

Multi-Clone

Rex's Clone Uprising x Reader thots | ft. Howzer and Fireball, lil bit of Nemec, Greer, & Samson; (no cl*necest) Labyrinth of My Mind | Tucked away in a corner of the Corellian system, on the humble trade planet of Aurea, is the galaxy's best kept secret - a batch of brothers, formerly associated with the Grand Army of the Republic, who mysteriously vanished, their whereabouts unknown to all but the woman sheltering them for the past two years. | ongoing series, ft. Tai, Commander Appo, Captain Vaughn, Sergeant Fox, & Sterling (no cl*necest) Show Me | "He's ignoring me." "Good," huffs Wrecker as his hand comes up to tilt your chin back down to him. "More for me." | oneshot, ft. Wrecker & Tech; (no cl*necest)

[hanasnx]

(not my images i only found them on pinterest and edited some coloring for panels 1 & 3 using vsco)

this outfit of cad’s was elite and i’m in love w him

[thickmerbabe]

When I demand him to buy me boba with little forehead kisses on the side of that order 😤🥺🩷✨

[thejediandthemandalorian]

🐎 bobadin

Sorry these are taking longer, but I am struggling to get something else done. Anyways, this one got so out of control that you're actually getting just a small bit and you'll be able to find the rest on ao3! As you can tell I keep getting too excited while writing these.

"Don't you ever take that thing off?" Shand asked, tone bored as she poured herself a cup of the coffee Din had made. 

That comment got her an elbow in the side from Fett to which she simply rolled her eyes. 

"You don't have to answer that, mate." Boba Fett reassured as he removed his own hat and mascara. 

Din, on instinct, found himself averting his gaze, knowing the Fett's had been long time members of the Mandalorian community. It was through Fett, however, that he found out that not all sects of the Mandalorian community held to rules as strict as Din's own. 

They preferred to remain anonymous in their lives and their work, and keep to themselves. The hacienda del Fett had made themselves far more well known. 

Boba Fett was the youngest son, so Din had been told by him when they first met. He was the one in charge of the family rancho, and in fact through his own hard work owned a very large portion of the town of Mos Eisley. 

It would be no surprise to him if Fett had noticed his looking away but didn't comment, he seemed to be a man of few words himself. 

"Are you sure you two want to take this trip with us for no pay?" Din finally spoke, his voice a little scratchy from all the dust and lack of use. 

"Well now that you mention it--" Shand started but received another elbow to the ribs. 

"It's the least we could do. You've helped me out so much with my ranch, and we did try to steal some of your steers." Fett poured himself a cup of coffee. 

"It's the least you could do. I for one don't mind a good pay day." Shand grumbled and sipped from her coffee. 

Din smirked a little when her face immediately scrunched up and she set her cup on the ground. 

"That bad?" Din's eyes followed her as she stood up and turned away from him. 

"Not bad, just not what I want to be drinking right now. I'm going to find the cook and see if he's got a hidden stash of the good stuff." She waved in their direction as she walked away. "Don't wait up for me."

Fett snickered a little and Din turned to get a better look at him. 

Fett wore a dark green shirt that looked to be made out of a comfortable material that had gold accents and buttons. On his chest he wore his family's crest, the same symbol that was branded onto his horse's backside. 

His face was easy on the eyes and he had a smile that could charm the chaps right off of anyone. He kept his hair shaved close to his head, but it appeared to have been a moment as he had some dark curly stubble growing in on his head. 

"I'm surprised you have Kryze on your team." He commented, staring into his cup before taking a sip. 

Almost as quickly as Shand's, his face scrunched up and he stuck his tongue out a bit. Din didn't make good coffee, ever. Usually he kept a bottle of some good bourbon with him, though, and added that to make the taste a little more bearable. 

Tonight he was out of bourbon. 

"Fennec wasn't lying. This isn't….all bad." Fett spoke, appearing to try to rid the taste from his mouth. 

Din found himself watching with rapt attention as Fett smacked his lips. He was more surprised when he grabbed a flask from his side and poured some in. 

After a small test sip and assessment, he seemed to deem it drinkable and took a larger drink from it. 

"Kryze is a wild card, but she's experienced in this and I needed all the help I can get." Din shifted a bit, leaning back to try and relax against the tree he'd perched himself against.

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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?!”

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So....

Y'all out here tryna fuck cad bane?

[taegularities]

gotcha babe!! 🤍 koo’s black&white pics own my pinterest board and my heart too

there's something about how jk looks when he stares down at someone or something. like the way his plush lower lip pouts and his big, sweet nose and the bangs covering his eyes and the full cheekies and how focused he seems.. sigh. big big sigh. im so in love with him, idk how to save myself lmao :')

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K but DinLuke was/is such a hilariously delicious pairing. Like nothing will be more funny than the potential of force ghost Anakin meeting Din ''has civil conversation with Tusken Raiders regularly and has a fucking old ass, fucking ancient! Naboo ship FIVE YEARS AFTER THE END REIGN OF THE EMPIRE" Djarin.