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acatalystrising · 2 years

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

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

Minor nsfw, no other warnings.

Moth to a Flame Chapter Four

“Having trouble, mesh’la?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And yet, he was gentle with you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was a peaceful quiet, really.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look at me, sweet girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come here, little one. Take a seat.”

Oh. Good. Gods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

This was Boba. He was safe.

He wanted you to feel protected, even now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it hadn’t been posed as a question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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acatalystrising · 2 years

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

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

This one is rated MA, no NSFW (yet…)

Moth to a Flame Chapter Three

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

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

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

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

“There you are!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come here, you little troublemaker!”

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

Great, just great.

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

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

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

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

But someone clearly had other ideas.

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

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

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

Oh kriff. Not now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wasn’t using you. He was interested.

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

Damn it all, it exhilarated you.

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

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

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

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

The things he did to you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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