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Fett told him, "the sarlacc found me somewhat indigestible, Solo." hehe. hes so silly.

Han Solo: Didn't you die? Boba Fett: That was weeks ago dude. Things change

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♡ ive yet to post about my little FNV oc's here ♡

Lykos [Λύκος] (left) & Pelopia [πελοπία] (right)

*i am taking creative liberties and changing things about the legion to make it more accurate to ancient Rome. Greek was actually considered the more "intelligent" language in the ancient world, whereas Latin was more for the less educated. Source? my husband spends a lot of time looking at firsthand resources from the ancient world, i dunno. i will explain more about the changes later on in the post. scroll all the way down for that. ♡*

Pelopia: A clairvoyant. She was born into the legion. Her mother was previously part of some tribe that was assimilated into the legion. As a little girl, she met Lykos and he took a liking to her, having a sort of "sense" that something was special about her. He always made comments to her that one day, he would take her as his wife. She liked him as well, but the idea of marriage had scared her. She was somewhat frightened of the men in the Legion.

She showed small signs here and there of her clairvoyance when she was around 6. Lykos brought it to Caesar's attention, who at first dismissed it as some kind of silly female hysteria, but once Pelopia had proven it by predicting some strange string of events, he actually took it seriously. As the years progressed, Pelopia began to have more intense visions which were starting to plague her mental health. She was anxiety ridden most of the time. Caesar was somewhat fond of her, or her ability at least, and had planned to use it to his advantage at some point in the near future. Pelopia's mother knew this, and so she planned to have her escape in the middle of the night to get away from the Legion territory, in fear that they would abuse Pelopia. (They had no plans of doing that. If anything, she would be respected and well taken care of. Doesnt make sense to abuse one of your assets.)

So one night, by the time Pelopia was 10, her mother sent her out with a small amount of supplies to make it for a few days, and she just told her to run as far away as she could and her mother would meet up with her soon. This would not happen.

Pelopia made a very great distance before being attacked by some radroaches, and ending up with minor head trauma that gives her some form of mild amnesia. She is rescued by a couple of people from Goodsprings who take her in. They give her the nickname "missy" because they dont know what else to call her and she can't remember her name. She grows older, falling in love with music and other typical girly things, eventually making her way up to singing at The Tops occasionally.

During all of this, bits and pieces of her memory come back to her, as well as the visions starting to resurface again, but its still fuzzy. She tries to ignore the clairvoyant nonsense that keeps pestering her, but it's hard to supress. At 19, she is sought out by Lykos, who is 22.

Lykos is part of Caesars Legion, a frumentarius. He and Vulpes are somewhat "cut from the same cloth", but they're still pretty different in a lot of ways. Lykos is more Greek leaning as far as language goes (self explanatory from the name, i guess?)

He has spent much more time on learning/research about history. He is also kind of more masculine in appearance (more fluffier, for sure) & way of speaking. Capable of much more violence.

He grew up in the Legion, so he is very well conditioned to it. He loved Pelopia from when he first saw her, and he had always called her his wife. Upon finding out that her mother snuck her out in the middle of the night when he was 13, he had been filled with an untameable rage.

He had been born to anger, but the events unfolding had made it worse. When he discovered that Pelopia was missing due to her mothers poor judgement, he found himself wanting to hang the woman from a cross himself. How could someone be so irresponsible with their child? His wife?

Caesar didn't seem to be too terribly bothered that Pelopia disappeared, but her mother was punished and killed for endangering a child and letting a somewhat important asset go missing.

Caesar knew of Lykos' love for Pelopia and told him that he would be able to go and search for her once he had become old enough and higher in rank. He also saw it as some sort of "test". If she were truly meant to serve the Legion with her ability, then there would be divine intervention to protect her and return her home at some point.

So once he was 22, that is what happened. He went undercover and made his way to the strip to become acquainted with her and hopefully find her and undo all the damage that had probably been done from living among the profligate degeneracy.

To his surprise, she wasn't too terribly tainted. He immediately recognizes her from this distinct beauty mark on her forearm. She wasn't given over to alcoholism and whoredom as he had worried may happen. She did dress more revealing than the women of the Legion who veiled themselves and didnt show off their skin in public, but she wasn't as steeped in filth as most other women around.

He is now tasked with slowly getting her to remember her old self and unbrainwash her from her current ways. Which would be difficult and would need to be done precisely to avoid any kind of outbursts and drama or resistance. (Of which, there obviously will be. lol.)

Eventually, Pelopia feels the visions really calling her to go back home for some reason. Something wicked this way comes...and she has to try and prevent it.

♡* as far as the creative liberties go? im wanting to make Caesar more consistent with the beliefs of true ancient Rome, lol. like, as stated before, there is more emphasis on Greek, as Julius Caesar also spoke Greek. Women are taught the custom of veiling and modesty and are usually spending time inside being homemakers or maidservants. they arent around other men and out in public constantly. they cannot be roped in with the male slaves because it is incredibly impractical. women menstruate so they would have days where they cannot do much of anything, and they are also biologically smaller and weaker. idk it just seems counterintuitive.

Theyre not really as misogynistic as people make them out to be? The ancients werent just outright mean and abusive to women for no reason? They actually probably did more to protect them by keeping them inside and safe from harm and not letting them in the arena to get bludgeoned to death by some beast, lol. I imagine they just acknowledge that women have a very important purpose and they value them, its just the opposite of whatever the men are doing. calm down, ok? they dont hate women.

Rape is not tolerated. Sexual immorality is not tolerated. I see copious amounts of fanfictions that have insane amounts of sex and the Legion soldiers not being able to control themselves? that would not fly in ancient Rome. it was very effeminate to not have control of your desires. they thought it was not masculine to constantly engage in that stuff. itd make you lose your "virtus", and this is kinda true. Guys cannot do that stuff frequently without being kinda drained of their life force, lol. Its like they sort of lose their vigor and intensity. It is just something that is biologically true, i dunno why. Caesar wants his soldiers fully functioning, they cant be weak 🫡.

The men all have to have short hair. it was seen as effeminate to have this luscious hair that youre constantly maintaining and being careful not to mess up. (in ancient world, you get made fun of if you scratch your head with one finger in an attempt to preserve your pretty hairdo. Caesar says, everyone point n laugh.)

i also believe they should be advanced like the ancients were. They had heated floors, guys. do you have heated floors? i dont think so. theyd put like burning coal or something underneath the floors of the bath room to make a nice hot bath...i bet that feels so nice...im so jealous...just little things like that. Despite being in a post nuclear world, they are very innovative and find ways to make life nicer for citizens and the like. aqueducts slay 😦. anyway. i think thats all. may add more to this post as i think of stuff. goodbye.*

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me...wanting to branch out n write fanfic/imagines for tim drake/red robin?...perhaps...♡

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♡ imagine being a sweet clairvoyant/empath girl & boba fett using that to his advantage for particularly taxing jobs (of which there are few) ♡

♡ clairvoyance and empath abilities were just something you were gifted with ever since you were small.

♡ you somehow encounter boba fett in some trashy bar place where hes busy doing a job.

♡ after taking care of his business, an unsuspected person appears from behind a corner and attempts to shoot at him from far away, but you already saw it coming 10 minutes ago in one of your visions.

♡ you snuck up behind the person and knocked him out with a heavy object.

♡ Fett interrogates you after, suspecting that youre secretly plotting something against him, but you explain your ability.

♡ he doesnt believe you at first, until you prove it to him. you reveal parts of his past to him that no one else knows, and you predict a bar fight 5 minutes before it breaks out.

♡ he kind of dislikes it at first, but then decides you may be useful. he keeps a tab on you.

♡ eventually he comes to find you and brings you along with him on a more elaborate job. work smarter, not harder. use whatever you can to get paid faster and easier, as long as its efficient.

♡ he tests u a lot first to make sure ur actually reliable.

♡ you're able to pick up on a lot of things faster and it saves him a lot of time.

♡ "i think youve got a small group of people waiting behind the next set of doors...5 or 6 guys with blaster rifles..."

♡ "you think or you know?"

♡ "....i know..."

♡ "very good."

♡ he offers you very tiny little praises like that, even just tiny nods of approval leave you kinda flustered.

♡ dont even get me started on "clever girl." goodbye.

♡ after the job is finished you find yourself kind of taken with him and you dont really want to go back to whatever you were previously doing.

♡ "couldn't i come with you?"

♡ "some other time, maybe."

♡ he leaves you in a nicer place, secretly keeping tabs on you still because he finds himself somewhat taken with you as well.

♡ some time passes and you occasionally find yourself being approached by him for small favors.

♡ eventually a long time passes and you dont hear too terribly much from him.

♡ you have visions of the sarlacc incident only a day before it happens, and you immediately start trying to make your way to tatooine.

♡ once you finally get to where it is, he has already escaped the pit after blowing it up and being found by Dengar and his betrothed, Manaroo.

♡ you throw yourself over him and hug him, crying.

♡ "oh, Jaster..."

♡ seeing him all burned and maimed breaks your heart and you apologize for not knowing sooner.

♡ hes kind of in and out of consciousness, but in his weakened state, hes softer and he confesses to you that he had missed you too.

♡ he has always been noted as being an "ugly man" (i.e. "the last one standing" and "essential guide to characters".) and that never bothered him much, but he feels slightly bothered that the first time you're seeing him is when hes even less appealing to look at due to all the burns and etc.

♡ you care very little. hes always said his helmet is his face. his appearance underneath doesnt matter to you.

♡ Dengar and Manaroo are confused. probably dont use his old name in front of other people who dont know about his past? lol

♡ you explain the history between the two of you to Dengar and Manaroo

♡ Dengar is stunned that he ever had any involvement with a woman, for obvious reasons.

♡ Manaroo is fascinated to meet a clairvoyant empath because she herself is an empath, so you two bond over that similarity

♡ Dengar nudges Fett, smirking "those empath women, huh?"

♡ Fett just gives him the look. like, you may have just helped prevent my death, but be quiet, lol.

♡ "well, Manaroo, I already have a best man now. do you need an extra bridesmaid?"

♡ (Fett agreed to be the best man for Dengar at the end of "payback: the tale of dengar" and i think its so cute lol...)

♡ she looks at you and smiles. "would you like to be a bridesmaid?"

♡ "you two are getting married? id love to be a bridesmaid!"

i love the idea of these 4 little sweeties being a friend group...♡ its so cute...hehe...

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this is the werewolf stereotype i wanna see more of. lol ♡ its so cute. kinda campy but i like it.

You know what? Now that i think about it why are Werewolves usually depicted as poor dirty losers? Wouldn’t they wash regularly to keep their fur clean and fluffy? Sure they’re running around the forest that doesn’t mean you’re disgusting. Wouldn’t werewolves and packs in a tough spot help eachother out?

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silly writing concept i have been sittin on, but...

werewolf romance story ♡ & its a well known little inside joke within the wolfie community that theres a specific type of girl that they mockingly refer to as "bunnies".

the ones who have really fast heartbeats, skittish, shy, pupils get real big, and always flush whenever theyre in the presence of a wolf, even if theyre just in their human form. its like a sixth sense.

they just usually think its funny to mess with those types of girls and tease them like a predator toying with its prey and enjoying getting a rise out of them...but one wolfie in particular happens to really fall in love with a "bunnie" ♡

is it silly?...i thought it was cute....

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"A Bounty Hunters' Day Off."

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i will write for more characters. i will, i will, i will...just not sure who...♡

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so friendly ♡ so polite

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o hi ♡ i am here to make my case for why the original boba fett could maybe be capable of wanting to obtain a wife despite his demeanor because i need to give myself a pardon for writing my silly fiction...

"Fett approved of her modesty, but it did not prevent him from continuing to look at her. He had never so much as held a woman in his arms, Boba Fett, and the desire for a woman came to him less frequently with the passage of the years[...]and she was worth looking at, still flushed from her struggles with her dark hair cascading down over the pale sheet."- The Last One Standing (1996)

i believe he was somewhere in his 30s at this point in time? he certainly wasnt woman-crazy but he wasnt totally devoid of those feelings of interest. it just came to him less frequently as time went on. hes a busy guy ♡ i dont suppose i need a real excuse to do anythin since its all just for fun, but i do try to be a little sensible on occasion. ♡ bare with me while i play pretend. i'll give u a little (platonic) kiss on the cheek if ur nice to me. 💋

(after all...the entire franchise just retconned all his EU lore in 2002 & rewrote everything. maybe, perhaps, i can rewrite my own lore, too...as a little treat ♡)

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Welcome to my little blog ♡

hello ♡ you may call me whatever sweet little name you'd like. i dont mind. im just a 21 year old girl enjoying her time here.

my main blog is ♡ here ♡

presently, I have been going through a Boba Fett phase so that is what I've been writing. i am kind of a purist with this stuff, so i only really like his original backstory before the prequels were made. and i miss his original voice lots. heres some links to stuff involving his original lore since no one seems to know much about it. ♡

♡ Essential guide to characters: Boba Fett (1995)

♡ Twin engines of Destruction Comic (1996)

♡ The Last One Standing: The Tale of Boba Fett (1996) [audiobook]

♡ A Barve Like That: The Tale of Boba Fett (1995) [audiobook]

♡ Boba Fett: Death, Lies, & Treachery Comic (1998)

♡ Bounty Hunter Wars Trilogy: Book 1, Book 2, Book 3

heres a little masterlist of all my current fanfics. its small for now but it will expand over time.

Boba Fett x Princess Oc

♡ Excerpt 1

♡ Excerpt 2

♡ Excerpt 3

Boba Fett x Reader

♡ "Try Tonight"

reader is a girl in exile from her home planet. ended up being a popular singer at a local dive bar. certain bounty hunter takes a liking to her. her voice reminds him of home & of a time before his own exile. he finds himself wanting to make a wife out of her, against his better judgement.

♡ "Soft N' Sweet For You"

reader is Fett's sweet little wife that he put up in a nice place to live so he can have a darlin' to treasure and call his own (in secret). it's not like him to be so soft, but he is for only one girl.

Boba Fett Imagines

♡ Imagine being a clairvoyant empath Fett uses to his advantage.

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o gosh o gosh o gosh...the one time Boba Fett is ever super soft in true original pre-1999 canon is in "Payback: The Tale of Dengar" n it makes me so sad...

When hes being exiled for killing his superior officer, the pleader Iving Creel warns him that he may be killed if he angers the judge/jury enough with his arrogance since he wont apologize...and he says, "You cant love life too much, pleader." always talking about how everyone dies eventually n its their final and only lasting justice...

but after being swallowed up by the Sarlacc, suffering in there, blowing it up and escaping on the brink of death (being badly maimed and burned...) somethin seems to change within him...

when Dengar n his wife Manaroo find him in the sand and bring him back to the ship, he doesnt recognize Fett at first.

And he is thanking him over and over again for saving his life..."Thank you, friend. thank you,"

Dengar obviously says, "its no trouble," and Fett replies, "Do you still want to be partners, Dengar?"

This is coming from the man who openly doesnt like working with anybody.

And then he realizes who it is.

Boba Fett, the man who had betrayed him and even drugged his drink not that long ago. And in his weakened state, Dengar is able to strangle him...

and Fett is repeatedly apologizing, saying, "im sorry, im sorry, i was just following orders..."

n it makes my heart so sad. I know hes a real tough guy, for sure. he was a soldier, a stormtrooper, journeyman protector, etc. But he's still just a person with feelings n deep down im sure he does value his life.

It makes me wonder lots about his past when he was younger. The original lore never really had a chance to get into that (if they ever even intended to, but i doubt it. its likely better off that way. he should be mysterious.) before they just retconned it all and started over. Somethin mustve happened to him at such a young age to toughen him up so bad n put up that front. </3 makes my heart feel big owies.

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♡ Soft N' Sweet For You ♡

(Boba Fett x Reader)

summary: reader is Fett's sweet little wife that he put up in a nice place to live so he can have a darlin' to treasure and call his own (in secret). it's not like him to be so soft, but he is for only one girl ♡

disclaimer: this version of fett is exclusively based on his pre-prequels backstory + the OT. (i.e "tales of the bounty hunters" "the bounty hunter wars trilogy" etc.) he is not a clone, nor is he mandalorian. canon voice is Jason Wingreen. if you are interested, click here for his original lore ♡

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You slept soundly in your cozy little bed.

Well, not quite "little". It was rather large, made to fit more than one person.

But your person was currently away on "business", and he had been for a few days now.

You worried for his safety often, but you knew he had his reputation and charged insanely high prices for a reason.

"I'm the best at what I do. You have no need to worry about me."

Even still, you wished you could travel everywhere with him so you could know what he was doing at all times...just to ease your troubled mind.

You dreamt of him every night. Sometimes about the day you two met and he took you away from your less fortunate life.

"You're a nice girl...You don't belong in a place like this."

He gently held your face with his gloved hand, the subtle scent of blaster smoke dizzying you.

"Take me somewhere else, then?"

And he did.

You woke with a start, your heart beating like it belonged to a small scared animal.

Sitting up in bed, you panted softly, suddenly overcome with a sense of dread for seemingly no reason at all.

Something felt strange.

You shakily ran your fingers through your hair and looked around the dimly lit room. You kept a small night light in the corner at all times just to feel safe whenever Fett was away.

When he was with you, you felt no need to worry about anything. He was a force to be reckoned with and a majority of the galaxy knew that, so of course he made you feel protected.

The light only illuminated a small portion of the room, leaving the rest almost completely enveloped in darkness.

You felt a rush of adrenaline and dread as you imagined the possibility of someone sneaking into your home in an attempt to get some revenge against the infamous bounty hunter.

But how could that be? The security system was as good as it could possibly be. Fett went to great lengths to make sure that you would be safe whenever he was away...

Also, no one really knew that you belonged to him, so it seemed unlikely, but being alone and afraid in the dark can play funny tricks on the mind.

Slowly reaching underneath the pillow next to you, you felt around for the little blaster that you kept nearby.

He taught you how to properly hold it and shoot just in case. He thought it was something you should never have to do, but you know what they say, "desperate times...".

Suddenly you heard a click and the balcony door that was a few feet away from your bed slid open.

Your heart leapt into your throat, pounding wildly in your ears as instincts kicked in.

You whipped your head around and pointed the blaster at whoever the intruder was, but you didn't shoot yet.

"Easy, my love. It's only me."

All of the tension in your body melted away with those few words.

There was the familiar voice that you'd come to love despite how little you often heard him speak.

You sprung out of bed and ran to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your face into his chest.

He felt sturdy and cold as per usual in his armor. The cool beskar made you shiver and caused little goosebumps to form all over your arms and legs.

You fell asleep wearing a thin nightie so you weren't properly prepared to be greeted by the frigid metal.

"Jaster...I missed you..." You felt warmth spread over your ears, cheeks, and nose as tears slowly welled up in your sleep-dazed eyes.

Everytime you had called him by his real name, it softened him a little more. Your delicate little honeyed voice was just too sweet to his battle hardened soul.

He remembered the day he confided in you about his past. It had taken such a long time, but you didn't ever pry. You simply allowed him to take his time and let you in little by little.

Fett returned the hug, being far more gentle than any creature in the galaxy could possibly imagine he was capable of.

Then you felt him shuffling around.

A bare hand touched the soft skin of your cheek, urging you to look at him.

And you did.

Your heart fluttered as you looked up into the familiar black T-shaped void of his helmet.

You adored his armor, and you came to recognize it as just part of who he was, although it was taken from a race that he was not a part of.

But sometimes you wished you could see underneath the helmet.

He had taken it off around you many times, but only under the condition that the lights were off.

You had been given in marriage to a man that you still have yet to even see and it drove you to near madness sometimes.

"I wish you would let me see your face sometime..."

"This is my face."

You decided not to pester him too much over it. You were happy enough that you were given the privilege to even feel it.

You had tried to map it out in your mind using only your hands, but it never quite worked.

You just noted that he wasn't bare-faced, and you could tell by the texture of his skin that he was a tough guy, inside and out.

It put a deep ache in your chest and in your belly.

"My poor girl. I've left you for so long."

His voice was calm and steady despite speaking so amorously.

He could always read you so well, like an open book that was begging him to skim through the pages.

Wistful longing was written across your face as clear as day. You couldn't help it. Two more days without him than usual seemed to always leave you hurting.

You nuzzled your face into his warm hand, the contrast of his rugged flesh against your delicate face flustering you.

"You did...please stay longer this time?" You asked him gently.

"I will."

You swooned as he ran the pad of his thumb over your cheek.

You wanted so badly to kiss him. The feeling was akin to a smoldering fire within your core.

Carefully, you turned your face to the side and placed your lips against the palm of his hand, planting a little kiss.

He suddenly stopped moving.

You could feel the eyes beneath his helmet just staring into you, but you had almost no idea as to what he was thinking.

Then he spoke carefully.

"Go turn out that light."

You felt a little knot form in your stomach as you nodded slowly and quickly scampered over to the corner of the room where you kept the night light.

You turned it off and took your sweet time padding across the cold floor to make your way back to where he was standing.

It was now almost pitch black. You could see almost nothing.

The familiar hissing sound of his helmet being removed made you blush slightly with excitement.

You heard him place it on the bedside table and the quiet creaking sound of the bed.

"Come here," He called to you.

You reached your arms out in an attempt to feel your surroundings.

You walked to the side of the bed and almost tripped over his legs, but he grabbed you and steadied you.

Then he sat you down carefully on his knee.

"Sorry," You muttered shyly, feeling embarrassed.

He didn't reply.

He leisurely placed a trail of tender kisses along your neck and on your cheek.

You felt faint, an all consuming warmth overcoming your entire body.

He treasured and loved you dearly and you could always feel that despite his usual distant nature. It left you truly bewildered.

Boba Fett was usually not a gentle man by any means. But he was soft for you.

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o gosh...cant stop thinkin about how OG Fett would be if he ever did actually find himself a little wife...♡

I imagine he'd put her up somewhere real nice n' sweet n' secluded so she can be safe and have a happy little life ♡

sadly, he'd come and go a lot cuz hes got lots of work to do, but whenever he does come back, i bet its the one time he'd rlly be peaceful ♡

i think he'd just want to have a sweet lil thing that he can treasure and keep to himself. they'd have to be sure to keep it very hush so that he doesnt risk her safety </3 but im sure itd still be lovely...

a lot of what he earns goes towards maintenance for Slave I i think, but in the books when someone asks about what he spends his copious amounts of credits on, and he gets kind of irritated that some person is trying to pry into his business..

n i just like to imagine it's cuz he uses a good portion of it so he can have a nice lil place for his love to stay safe and enjoy her life and be there for him whenever he has the time to visit ♡...(even though i know thats not canon hehe)

everyone brings up the talkin point about how in his OG lore he makes a comment abt how sex between those not married is immoral, n' i think thats why i imagine he'd just be so pleased to have his own lil wife for himself rather than all these concepts ppl have of him hooking up with random bar maids n the like...it seems very ooc to me </3

i think hes perfectly capable of being a lil bit of a flirt..i mean he has the superiority complex & all..(i had so much mixed feelins about that added scene in ROTJ even tho i think its so..cute...) but i dont think itd go beyond that until he was actually betrothed or married. n then once he does find someone he obviously would put that behind him n save all his love for that special girl ♡

i dunno ...i need to stop ramblin...

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aaa...i hope my little fanfic is sweet 4 anyone who reads it...i know its not that good but i try, i try, i try...♡

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*⁠.⁠✧Try Tonight *⁠.⁠✧

(Boba Fett x Reader)

summary: reader is a sweet girl in exile from her home planet who ended up being a popular singer at a local space dive bar. a certain bounty hunter takes a liking to her. her voice reminds him of home & of a time before his own exile. he almost finds himself wanting to make a wife out of her, against his better judgement.

disclaimer: this version of fett is exclusively based on his pre-prequels backstory + the OT. (i.e "tales of the bounty hunters" "the bounty hunter wars trilogy" etc.) he is not a clone, nor is he mandalorian. canon voice is Jason Wingreen. if you are interested, click here for his original lore ♡

a/n: i have adored this song from the moment i heard it. very underrated. i love the fact that original boba fett draws a lot of inspiration from old westerns n clint eastwood + the like...and i definitely hear the country influence in some old lana songs like this one, so i thought i could make it work...reader may have a very tiny southern-like drawl in her speech cuz im feelin' western inspired. but barely. hope u dont mind.♡

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You were so tired of being on this nothing planet. It was lonely, sad, and felt somewhat empty despite having a decent population.

There were only a few things you could really retreat to during the times when you started feeling this overwhelming gloom.

Music, writing, and your only real friend, Saa'leena. A kind and outgoing Twi'lek girl who had escaped her unfortunate circumstances and happened to cross paths with you.

Sometimes it felt almost like you were twin flames, the way that your pasts seemed to mirror each other in little ways.

"Saa'leena!" You called out from within your little makeshift boudoir. You had just finished doing your hair up the way you liked it, but you couldn't find your eyelash paint.

There was no reply to your call.

"Saa'leeeeeeenaaaaa!" You called again, this time slightly louder and with a more sing-song tone.

A familiar sunkissed pink face peeped in through the little curtain that acted as a door.

"Yes, your majesty?" a playful smile graced her full, pretty lips.

You returned the expression, giggling.

"Could you help me with findin' the stuff for my lashes? I think I lost it..." Your voice trailed off as you tried for the millionth time to search your worn out vanity for it.

"I may or may not have borrowed it from ya, sorry," She sauntered over, gently placing the little tube down on the table.

She had been wearing a pretty light blue dress that you two had been passing back and forth between each other for a few months now. You seemed to share clothes like sisters.

"Oh, it's ok! I just need it for a minute." You replied, leaning forward closer to the mirror as you began to paint your lashes with the dark substance.

"You're so pretty with or without that stuff...I wish I had your eyes." She sighed, watching you in the mirror.

You turned to her, a look of disbelief on your face, "Are you crazy? You're like the prettiest girl I've ever seen! Have you seen the way people look at you whenever you're out there waitin' tables?"

You motioned to the area out beyond the curtain which was hiding the decently sized room full of tables and chairs and a little bar.

"Yeah, I know, I know," She made a small swatting motion with her hand to keep you from carrying on, "but I've seen the way other people look at you. People who wouldn't even give me a passing glance."

"Oh yeah? Like who?"

"Remember that time when that bounty hunter came out to this little trash heap to do some 'business'? The one with the scary lookin' helmet?"

You pondered to yourself for a moment, pouting out your lips in thought.

"The one who disintegrated that guy who was lurking around the bar?"

"Yes!"

You rolled your eyes, turning away from the mirror to look at her, "No way. You know who that guy is, he'd never look at me. He's real serious, I think. Kinda like a 'no silly business' type. Besides, how could you even tell? You can't see his face!"

"I don't have to see a face to know when someone's lookin'," She smirked at you.

You suddenly got serious.

"Boba Fett was not eyeing me up."

"Ohh, that's his name! I thought it was somethin' else...and yes he was! Stop being a little brat and accept it," She reached out her pretty manicured fingers to pinch your cheek.

You shrank back and squealed, "Owch!"

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There were many familiar faces hanging around the dingy dining room. Some more familar than others. But one made your heart jump into your throat upon seeing him.

Boba Fett.

He sat at one of the tables way back in the corner where the dim lights barely reached, seemingly hiding him.

He stared straight ahead at the mini stage area where you would be shortly.

But for now, you hid behind the dressing room curtain, peering out at the crowd.

You had put on a simple little white dress and a couple of flowers in your hair to dress it up a bit.

After a few minutes of waiting around, you slowly stepped out into the room and everyone turned their heads.

Including Fett.

You wondered what he was doing here.

He seemed to just be relaxing. Maybe he had finished his business already? But why would he stay afterwards?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of low whistles and comments being made in hushed tones.

The smell of strong drink and a subtle hint of spice fully hit you in the face once you walked closer to the stage.

As you passed by one table, you could hear a deep voice mumble, "I bet she purrs like a pretty little Loth-cat."

You became flustered but continued walking, trying to hide your embarrassed smile.

The job obviously welcomed this sort of behavior from patrons. It wasn't unknown to you. But it didn't bother your conscience too terribly much.

If you wanted to you could just as easily work in a different setting and wear outfits that didn't attract this kind of attention, but you liked how glamorous it made you feel.

Getting dressed up and singing pretty songs for a crowd was soothing to your soul.

Exile from your home planet can put a lot of hurt in a girls heart. Not many things can make it easier to deal with.

You tried to not make it obvious as you looked out to where the bounty hunter was sitting again, but you had a feeling he could tell that you were watching.

His gaze seemed to be settled on the area where the strange "compliment" came from. Likely just a coincidence.

After all, he seemed so far away, how could he have heard that?

"Hello," you shyly spoke into the janky stage mic, "how's everybody doin' tonight?"

You giggled, covering your mouth as the small crowd unanimously replied with positive reactions.

"Glad to hear it..." shifting and swaying a bit, you tilted your head to the side as you continued speaking, "well I hope this little song doesn't bring anyone's mood down but, uhm...it has a special meaning to me. It's a little bit of a love song dedicated to someone from my distant past. Long, long gone...but if ya like, it can be about whoever you want it to be about. We're all here for a good time after all...Well, most of us," you finished, letting your gentle stare rest on Fett.

You watched him cross his arms and settle back in his chair, keeping his eyes on you.

You felt yourself blushing.

You didn't know very much about him but from the little bits and pieces you had heard, he seemed somewhat scary.

It attracted you to him.

The very thought of being close to a guy like that gave you a little adrenaline rush that made your heartbeat thud in your ears.

But being interested in guys who thrilled you had caused you heartache in the past.

You weren't sure if you could repeat that again.

However, he did seem...different from them.

"This lil song...is called...'Try Tonight',"

You held your delicate little stringed instrument in your hands and began gently strumming it.

"Can't put my finger on it...

But I know I want it...

I'm willin' to try another way,

That is if I get by another day.

Back and forth I don't get anywhere,

And I've been searchin' everywhere.

I'll try tonight...

Just try tonight..."

As your soft voice filled the room, you tried to keep your eyes closed so you could just sing and play from your heart.

But you kept fluttering your eyes open to peer at the bounty hunter who seemed to be watching you very carefully.

Although the lyrics you were singing had been written for another love from your past, you felt almost as if you were singing them to the mysterious man.

"A dark room in the night time,

is how he spends all his time...

If he could go on without your help,

Then he would do it all by himself but..."

You opened your big twinkling eyes wide and stared him down as you kept singing.

"I don't think he got strength to muster,

And he don't got a lot lack-a-luster...

He'll try tonight...

To not get high...

He'll try tonight...

To not get high..."

As you dreamily crossed the stage, you could still feel his steely gaze following you, like a hunter stalking its prey.

It felt almost like a little game. You couldn't fathom how you were being so playful and lighthearted about trying to flirt with a guy like him.

A man who's killed for money countless times before, and still continues to.

But it felt fun.

As you finished the song, the crowd went from dead silent to sudden applause.

You sweetly offered them a curtsey, shyly playing with your hair as you found your way off the stage and into the back again.

Slipping out through a back door, you decided you wanted to get some fresh air and catch your breath.

Your legs seemed to shake as you stood outside, leaning up against the wall and thinking about what you just did.

Then after a couple of minutes, there were footsteps.

As well as the distinct sound of jingling.

It was him.

You froze in place as he approached.

"You have a very sweet voice."

He stood a few inches away from you, but the way his gravely tone came through his helmet sent little vibrations through your body.

You hadn't heard him speak the last time he came around, so it caught you off guard.

"Oh, thank you very much," You felt your face get hot as you tried not to stare too hard at his helmet, letting your eyes wander around.

He noticed.

"What's the matter? You didn't seem to have a difficult time keeping your eyes on me before."

You could have fallen over right then and there if not for the fact that your back was resting on the wall behind you.

Stifling a giggle, you replied, "I wasn't lookin' at you. I was lookin' at someone else..."

"That so?" He pressed.

You couldn't quite tell if he was being playful or trying to interrogate you. His speech was so steady and unwavering.

You nodded, lying through your teeth, "Uh huh. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea..."

"You're spoken for?" He asked.

Despite it being a question, it came out much more like a command or a statement.

You shook your head, "Mm-mm...last guy I was with wasn't too wise with his recreational substances...I've been on my own ever since."

Fett clenched his fist.

He hated spice and all other things like it. He was very measured with everything he did and he didn't find it enjoyable to partake in such things. He loathed most pleasures of the flesh, except for maybe...

Truthfully, he was surprised he took Slave I all the way out to this dump more than once, but ever since he saw you for the first time, he couldn't seem to let it go.

The idea of you being here made him feel somewhat sick. He knew a girl like you most likely deserved much better.

Your honeyed voice washed over him in waves the first time he heard it.

He was far from a sensitive man, but he almost felt himself soften when he heard you. The way you sang reminded him of home. He wasn't nostalgic for anything, really.

It just felt familiar. An old memory that he liked.

It was sugary, and warm, and pleasing to his ears.

His presence loomed over you, the moonlight behind him outlining his silhouette, but giving him a pretty glowing view of your form.

"Idiot."

The comment was low but you heard it clearly.

You sighed, "He certainly was...I told him I never liked that stuff...Just like how it smells, really."

You felt the need to explain yourself.

"We weren't as close as the song might have you think...my mind does funny things...turns nothin' into somethin' and makes a sticky sweet daydream out of a nightmare...I only kissed him a couple times here an' there."

It was almost like that T-shaped stare was just drawing all the information out of you without even trying.

He slowly nodded, seemingly relaxing.

"Are you not here doin' a job?" you asked, gently kicking around some dirt beneath your feet and batting your eyelashes at him.

"Just personal matters." He replied, simply.

"Oh...Well I don't wanna hold you up," you bit your lip.

"I'm taking my time."

A long silence followed.

"What's the personal stuff?"

"If I told you it wouldn't be very personal."

A longer silence.

"Well...I think I oughta get back inside before they worry about me-"

"What's keeping you here?" His stern voice cut you off.

You raised an eyebrow, feeling your pulse quicken, "Who's askin'?"

You waited.

No answer.

"I was exiled from my home planet for...reasons. Destiny brought me here, I suppose."

That word hit Fett like a seismic charge.

Exiled.

He recalled his own exile back on Concord Dawn when he was a Journeyman Protector.

When he went by his original name.

Jaster Mereel.

He couldn't imagine the girl before him being exiled from her planet. You looked too sweet and innocent, albeit a little presumptuous.

The way you tested fate and decided to stare him down while you were up on stage made him wonder what kind of girl you had been on your home planet.

He reached his gloved hand out towards your face and gently lifted your chin so you would stop shifting your eyes around and focus on him.

"A girl like you doesn't belong out here."

Truthfully, in this very moment, he found himself wanting to make a wife out of you with the way you looked into the dark void of his helmet.

"This place belongs to the filth of the galaxy. You should be somewhere nicer."

"You know somewhere nice?" You blinked at him curiously.

Fett tilted his head down and muttered a curse underneath his breath in his native language, letting go of your face.

It was a language unknown to you or probably anyone around here.

He couldn't be getting involved with any women like this.

It seemed too dangerous. He needed to be focused. He didn't need to be worrying about anyone.

"You should get back inside." He stated.

Fett slowly turned around and began walking away.

"Wait! Where are you going?" You called out to him, sounding far more desperate than you wanted to.

There was no reply.

"Will you ever come back for me?" You asked.

There's that presumptuousness.

He stopped walking and turned back to you again.

He nodded very subtly.

You felt a little jolt of electricity rush through you before a pang of sadness cut through your chest.

You didn't want him to leave.

Not now.

You barely knew him but you wanted him.

"Hey! Where have you been? Get back in here!" Saa'leena's familiar voice snapped you out of your haze as her hand wrapped around your wrist and dragged you inside through the backdoor.

"Were you outside talking to that bounty hunter?" She interrogated you.

"Only for a little..." You shuffled your feet, feeling embarrassed.

She gave you that little look of 'I told ya so', before telling you to get back out to the bar area.

Your heart ached like it never ached before.

He would come back, wouldn't he?

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Boba Fett was slowly making his way back to where he left Slave I, deep in his thoughts, until he heard that same voice that irked him from earlier.

He remembered what it said very distinctly.

"I bet she purrs like a pretty little Loth-cat."

He turned his head to the source of the irritating noise.

This time the man seemed to be far more intoxicated as he was slurring his words and roughhousing with one of his friends that was walking alongside him.

He slowly approached, saying nothing, only alerting the men of his presence by the sound of his boots.

They gradually started to recognize him as the drunken smirks began to dissolve off their faces.

"Hey...What's up, man? Wanna drink?" The man nervously asked, holding out an unopened bottle of an unknown substance with a shaky hand.

Fett said nothing.

He simply watched them for a moment.

Then he raised his blaster and shot the man directly through his chest.

The man's face was stunned as he stumbled back and fell down, succumbing to the wound.

His friends ran off in a panic without a second thought.

He turned away and proceeded back to his ship.

Boba Fett would be back. He was a man of his word.

If he said he was going to do something, he would do it.

"Soon." He muttered to himself.

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xo