#he gives someone a stank eye and suddenly lasers shoot out

[salmonvanillur]

i literally told my friend abt this a few months ago like imagine giorno not only not aging, he can either

1. only age to late teens/early 20s bc dhampirs age to around there then stay there

2. he goes with bruno and mista as a walking ac for them

how vs. grateful dead should’ve gone

[jay-fabe7712]

the invisible woman

Summary: location - weirdly dark club + supernatural element - demonic gathering + situation - making a deal with someone you shouldn’t have + quote - “i wonder if you taste as good as your fear smells.”

A/N: So, this is my contribution to the eleventh day of the 31 Little Wrestling Fics challenge! (Barely on time, mind you.) I have mixed feelings about how it turned out, but I’m super happy I got a chance to participate.

Also, I’d like to give a special shoutout to @fan-fiction-galore. Even though I’ve known her for about a month, the little interactions we’ve had has been a joy and I wish her all the best on her new journey!

When I looked into the eyes of Minoru Suzuki for the first time, fear was the furthest thing from my mind.

I would describe the feeling more along the lines of awe or wonder.

His eyes were wide at first, darting around to find his next victim. The next body to brutalize in an exorcism of his own frustrations. His smile spread slow as molasses and the glistening of his incisor through parted lips was barely visible before his gaze settled on me.

But all I could focus on were his eyes. Not the dark brown of the iris or the murderous intent they held, but how they were looking directly at me. Not past me. Not over my head. Not in my general direction. His gaze was locked tight with mine and I had his full attention. And it might sound a little preposterous, but no one had ever looked at me like that. And shit, if they ever had it was so long ago that it didn’t matter.

Because if there was one thing I was good at, it was being invisible. Which is why being a production assistant for New Japan Pro Wrestling was the perfect job for me. In fact, I liked the anonymity of it. Fading into the background and watching all the action unfold.

At least, I thought I did.

You see, people always looked past me. They forgot I was there. They forgot I existed. So even if Suzuki wanted to murder me in cold blood in front of a live audience, I couldn’t help but marvel at the fact that someone had seen through the invisibility cloak that seemed to shroud all of my daily interactions.

Then, I blinked and he was right in front of me. So close I could feel his heavy breaths jostling my eyelashes with each exhale. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body. I could see individual beads of sweat wind their way down his temple.

But again, I was distracted by his eyes. I could see them clouding with thought at the short, squatty being that was staring back at him. Wide-eyed and ripe for the killing.

The moment was broken when he let out a noise somewhere between a scoff and a grunt before turning abruptly on his heel and heading toward the back.

My eyes followed him until he was out of my line of vision; he never looked back. His stablemates, Desperado and Taichi, kept shooting glances my way as they trailed after him. Deperado’s mask gave away very little but his eyes were piercing and his arms were crossed tightly across his chest. Taichi smoothed his hair back and grinned so wide I almost looked away.

“Naomi.”

I felt a nudge to my shoulder and it was as if someone had just drenched me in cold water. I hadn’t even realized that I had spaced out until that moment. Suddenly, the din of the crowd warred against my eardrums, the bright lights illuminating the ring hurt my eyes and I clutched at my cardigan to stop my trembling even though it wasn’t cold at all.

"Are you okay?" My co-worker Ryou asked me.

"Yeah," I said, glancing up at him. But his eyes weren’t on me. Of course they weren’t. He was staring after Taichi and Desperado and I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard.

"Man, those guys," He shook his head. "Minoru especially. Always terrorizing the staff."

Believe it or not, it wasn’t until that moment that I realized I should be afraid. The most brutal wrestler on NJPW’s roster had quite literally breathed down my neck and I had barely batted an eye.

Fear started to unfurl in my stomach like a spider stretching its legs. I hope I hadn’t made myself even more of a target.

"Look who it is!"

I recognized Taka Michinoku’s game-show-host voice anywhere. "It’s the rope wrangler who stood toe-to-toe with the boss."

He shook his head with a lopsided smile. "Can’t fucking believe it."

He elbowed Kanemaru by his side who simply quirked a brow and studied me.

“I’d watch my back if I were you,” Taka continued. “The boss seemed pretty pissed last week.”

“Might even come to getcha.” Kanemaru was close enough for me to smell the alcohol on his breath and I took several steps back.

The two men traded glances and chuckled, obviously thinking I was scared. And frankly, I wished I was. I wished I had the common sense enough to be trembling in fear at the thought of Minoru Suzuki having some kind of vendetta against me. But what I felt was hopeful. Hoping that I could be under that laser-focused gaze of his again. Hoping to be seen.

In fact, the searching looks Taka and Kanemaru were giving me already transported me back to that day ringside. To no longer being invisible.

But before I could entertain the thought any further, I clutched the clipboard in my hand tight to my chest and muttered, “I’ve got work to do.” Then, I proceeded to scurry as far away from these men as I could possibly get.

Unfortunately, that did little to change what was already set in motion.

“And working ringside we’ve got-”

“I’ll do it!” I blurted, garnering several sideways glances from my co-workers.

“Who…” Our supervisor Ken looked around, skimming over my face several times before finally resting his gaze on my general area. “Naomi?”

Huh. Surprised he even remembered my name.

“Yeah.”

He cleared his throat. “I was going to say that Atsuko will be working ringside with-”

“Why don’t you let me do it?” I cut in again. More stares. “Atsuko doesn’t mind if I take her place, do you Atsu?”

The brown-haired woman sputtered a moment. “Uh, no. Sure, I don’t mind.”

“That settles it then, huh?”

By this time, everyone’s eyes were on me but they turned collectively to see Ken’s reaction.

I thought I saw a vein pop out in his forehead, but he responded with a stiff nod and said, “I guess it does.”

Once he was done with announcements, everyone dispersed to begin preparing for tonight’s show.

“Naomi!” Ken called to me as soon as most everyone else was gone. “Let me talk to you for a minute.”

“Sure.” I responded, even though he didn’t exactly ask me a question.

“What the hell was that?”

“What the hell was what?” I fired back.

Yep, that was definitely the vein in his forehead popping out. “You questioning my authority.”

“I was making a suggestion.” I responded, feeling my own anger spike. “A pretty logical one, I think.”

“How so?”

“Atsuko is too slow to assist with the camera cords. Someone always ends up tripping and she’s gonna block the camera at least five times during the-”

“Regardless, that’s my decision to make.”

“-show.” I finished my previous sentence in lieu of an actual response.

“Whatever you were doing, it better not happen again. Understood?”

“Mm-hm.” I could feel the anger radiating off him and if looks could kill, I would probably be dead.

But I didn’t care. In fact, the heady mixture had me feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. I didn’t know who this guy thought he was anyway.

Working in the behind-the-scenes production of NJPW actually had a pretty quick turnaround. Some people came in just to rub elbows with their favorite wrestlers and got a reality check real quick. Some people came in just to get a paycheck but ended up realizing how hard the work actually was. And some people just quit. I had been here for two years while Ken had only been here six months and already he was in a managerial position while I was in the exact same spot.

It was about time I got some respect. --- That night I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.

Every single bit of the vile chaos that ensued in their match, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.

Kanemaru spraying his opponents faces with alcohol until the entirety of ringside stank of whiskey. Taichi driving the handle of the bell hammer into eye sockets and twisting it with glee. Minoru leaning casually into submissions as his victims screamed bloody murder at the pain of their wrenching muscles.

I had always garnered a strange sense of comfort from being around the carnage of pro wrestling. The dull thud of bodies hitting the canvas was so calming that I would sometimes queue up NJPW World on nights I had trouble sleeping.

But this was different.

I had never actually taken pleasure in people getting hurt. In fact, I’d always considered it my least favorite part of my job. Besides Ken, of course.

But now, as I watched the men of Suzuki-gun gather around the broken bodies and raise their pointer fingers up high, I was hit with a more unsettling realization.

I not only liked the violence. I wanted to be a part of it. --- There were a lot of moments in my life worthy of a great deal of shame, but this was probably one of the higher items on the list.

I followed them.

I overheard them talking about some club or the other they planned on visiting that night and…I decided I would show up. I would say this was strange behavior for me but quite frankly, strange behavior had become the norm for me lately.

The man at the door didn’t stop at me. In fact, he barely even looked at me.

I wasn’t a frequenter of the club scene, but I was pretty sure the man at the door didn’t fit the bill of what I would consider a “bouncer”.

He was average height with a shaved head, decked out in a navy blue sweater and similarly colored dress pants. Honestly, the most intimidating thing about him was the fact he was wearing sunglasses at about ten minutes until midnight. I paused at the door, clutching my wallet in my hand. When he didn’t react to my presence, I rifled through my wallet to find my ID and held it out to him.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to go in?” He didn’t move from his stationary position; he didn’t crane his head or lift up his glasses to examine my card, he barely even moved his lips when he spoke.

“Wha- Don’t you need to see my ID?”

“Guess you’re just going to stand there, then.”

I stared at him, speechless for a few seconds but he remained unresponsive. He was kinda starting to creep me out. Especially those damn glasses.

No matter how hard I stared, I couldn’t make out his eyes behind them. Just two sheens of depthless black. The longer I stared at them, the more confused I felt. I blinked and shook my head, breaking his unsettling gaze, which grew even more unsettling when I realized even though the building in front of me vibrated with music and voices, no one else was out front. There was no line, no smokers, no drunkards, no one.

Not wanting to dwell on the feeling, I brushed past the man and splayed my hand onto the door but he did nothing to stop me.

“Ow!” I exclaimed as I bumped hard into something (or someone) as soon as I stepped inside.

Unfortunately I couldn’t find the obstruction – I couldn’t really find anything the damn place was so dark. I stood still for a few moments waiting for my vision to adjust to the light. I was able to make out shapes and eventually objects. No wonder I had bumped into something, I had walked right into a wall. The front door led right into a hallway that extended to the left and right but the only thing in front of me was wall. I looked down either side of the hallway. I decided to go left.

During my entire trek, I didn’t run into a single person. Which was weird because the deeper I went into the place, the stronger the pulsing music and indiscernible voices grew.

I was considering going back the way I came when I heard the familiar sound of a deep, crisp voice.

Taka Michinoku.

“…is such a fucking prick now. I liked him better when he was Mr. Goody Two Shoes.”

Up ahead, thin cracks of dim light formed the shape of a door.

“Yeah, you can’t even really have fun with him anymore.” Taichi. “He’s either spitting on you or staring at you with those dead eyes.”

I pressed closer.

“Well, he knew what he wanted and he didn’t care what he had to do to get it.” That sounded like Suzuki.

“Come on, it’s a waste! All that just for the fans to give a shit about him.” Taichi scoffed. “Ridiculous.”

“You’re just saying that because they don’t give a shit about you.” Taka quipped. Laughter filled the room.

“Some people will do anything just for anyone to give a shit.” Minoru responded. That brought on silence.

Then, I thought I could hear their voices starting up again but lower this time. I pressed so hard to the door it felt like I was melding with the wood.

Suddenly, the door yanked open and I nearly fell into the room, to which Kanemaru responded by graciously moving out of the way to let me do just that.

“Look at that.” Taka chuckled. “Standing at attention. Just like you said, boss.”

“Mm-hm.” Minoru hummed, remaining seated for a moment longer before rising to take a few slow steps toward me.

“A- Are you going to kill me?”

“You guessed it.” Taichi smirked.

“I wonder if you taste as good as your fear smells.” Iizuka added.

My stomach dropped but the men in the room laughed collectively.

“Shut up.” Minoru growled out, but humor tugged at edges of his tone. Nonetheless, the men grew silent.

“We’re not in the business of killing-”

Taka cleared his throat.

“-at the moment.” Minoru finished. “We’re in the business of making deals.”

“Deals?”

“Don’t act dumb,” His eyes darkened. “It doesn’t suit you.”

I averted my gaze.

“I know you were listening long enough and hard enough today, and yesterday, and last week,” My eyes widened as he accurately listed off the days I had been snooping about them. “To piece together the basics of what’s going on here.”

“What are you?”

He scoffed and nodded his head. “Thought so. Unfortunately that one is above your paygrade. Next question.”

“How does this deal thing work?”

“That depends. What do you want?”

“What do you mean?”

If I didn’t know any better, I would say the smirk he gave me was almost pitying.

“People like you always want something,” He shook his head and laughed. “As soon as I saw you, I knew you did. Only a person with nothing to lose would look evil in the eyes with curiosity. After all,” He gestured to the dimly lit room. “You even came chasing after it.”

I blinked at the playful way he just called himself evil.

“But I’m still not quite sure what you want. So what is it?”

A pause. “I want to be one of you.” The words surprised even me.

In the corner of my eye I saw Desperado scoot forward in his seat, looking ready to jump up any second. The rest of the men in the room remained still.

Then, Suzuki threw his head back and laughed.

“I-I know you’re not human. I’m not sure what you are but…I want in.”

Minoru took a step forward. “Oh really?”

“Yeah really.”

He scratched his chin and shrugged. “Okay.”

“Okay?” I studied him. “It’s that easy?”

“I didn’t say that.” He shook his head. “I need you to bring me someone first.”

“Bring you something?”

He smirked and it made my stomach feel sour.

“Someone.”

“So do you want to go?” I smiled, hoping it made my offer seem more genuine.

“Let me get this straight,” Ken began, eyeing me in a way that made my neck grow hot with anger.  “You.”

He pointed at me.

“Want to go out,”

Another unnecessarily dramatic pause.

“To a club,”

I nodded, wishing he would get to the point already.

“With me.”

“Yeaahh.” I said slowly. “You in?”

“You know this is unexpected and actually,” His eyes narrowed. “Borderline unprofessional.”

I fiddled with my fingers, wondering if I had just majorly fucked up. I mean, it was clear the guy already didn’t like me. Did I really think I could just ask him out and we’d become best-

“I like it!”

“Huh?”

“I said I like it. Guess you finally realized all that strong, silent shit isn’t going to get you anywhere around here.” He hooked an arm around my shoulders and I tried to hide the shiver that accompanied the contact. “You know, I was worried about I’d have to fire you eventually after you mouthed off in front of everybody last week.”

It took everything in me not to elbow him in the gut so he’d get his lanky arm off of my shoulder.

“But it looks like I won’t have to.” He grinned. “How about nine o’clock?”

“Actually-”

But he was on his way before I could get another word out.

“Damn idiot.” I mumbled turning around…and bumping right into someone else in the process.

"Oh! Um, sorry." I said, righting myself quickly.

Desperado hadn't stumbled at all and his only response was staring back at me with stark white irises.

After a few seconds, I asked, a little irritation in my voice, "Can I help you?"

He glanced over my shoulder at Ken who was still making his way down the hall.

"Is it him?"

"Is what him?"

Desperado crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his head in the Ken's direction.

"You know what I mean. Is it him?"

I averted my eyes. "Maybe." My stomach dropped. "What? Do you think - Is he not the right choice?"

Desperado's eyes narrowed. "No, he's actually perfect. The guys hate him and the boss has talked about ripping off his arm off on several occasions. Actually, they hate almost all of the staff here except…" He blinked at me and shook his head. "Is that really all you're concerned about right now?"

"What? Does he want more?"

Desperado regarded me for a few seconds, black-painted fingernails idly twirling the cross around his neck. "I thought maybe you..." He clenched the rosary in a fist. "I guess not."

He turned as if he was about to walk away and I stopped him.

"Wait, you thought what?"

"Doesn't matter. I was wrong." He kept walking.

I groaned. "Aren't you going to answer my question?"

"Yeah." He threw me a haphazard glance. "The boss always wants more."

“What was up with that guy at the door?”

“I don’t know.” I muttered, sick of Ken’s never-ending flow of chatter.

“I mean, what kind of douchebag wears sunglasses at night?”

“He’s always been that way.” I said, trying to the resist the urge to comment on the irony of him calling someone else a douchebag.

“Why is it so dark in here?” He complained. “I know we didn’t have to pay but they could at least have some lights in-”

“Do you ever stop talking?”

Ken and I both jumped at the voice and whirled around to find Taichi leaning against the wall we had just walked past.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Nope. Don’t think he does.” And now Kanemaru was standing a few feet in front of us.

“Naomi? What the hell is this?”

Taichi ran a hand through his hair before pushing himself of the wall and towards us. “I think it’s about time we shut you up.”

“Oh, I see.” Ken said, glancing between the two men. “You brought me here to have your creepy friends rough me up because of that shit at work.”

The two men grabbed on to each one of Ken’s shoulders and steered him back down the hallway. “You’re going to regret this!”

“Will you shut up?” Taichi shook him hard and he grew quiet.

I barely had the chance to entertain the thought of what they might do to him when a dark chuckle made me jump again. My reaction just made Suzuki laugh more.

“Geez. Do you guys make any noise when you walk or what?”

“I see you brought your boss.”

“So that’s it?”

Suzuki’s brow raised.

“That’s how the deal works?”

He laughed once more, but this time my stomach got that sour feeling again.

“Eh. That’s only half of it.”

“What?” I said, getting a bit pissed. “What more do you need?”

A heavy hand rested on my shoulder and I knew without looking that it was Iizuka.

“You.” --- The screeches from the audience announced Suzuki-gun's presence before the announcer ever could.

Desperado and Kanemaru were already halfway down the ramp, unconcerned with the melee taking place behind them.

Iizuka was terrorizing spectators as usual, but it was a little more alarming because it seemed as if no one was restraining him. That was until the man's head was jerked back just as he was an inch away from biting off a chunk of an older woman's nose.

A short woman with chin-length black hair bleached blonde at the ends wound his leash around her hand and yanked him again until he was out of the crowd and headed down the ramp.

Ryou looked on with the rest of the audience in wonder at this seemingly new addition to the terrifying stable.

As the four stablemates made their way into the ring, Ryou could've sworn there was something familiar about the woman touting the leash with an air of stony haughtiness.

And when her eyes scanned over ringside, stopping on him with a wicked smirk before disregarding him just as quickly, he felt almost sure he knew her from somewhere.

But no, he was sure that if a woman that striking and intimidating had ever been in his presence, he would remember.

He tried not to gawk at the woman while she was ringside, observing the action with a strangely serene expression. He had to much to do to spend too much time on it anyway. After all, being promoted to the position of supervisor had its perks, but it was a hefty job to handle.

No wonder Ken left.

[theimaginemindscape]

Love & Violence (Boba Fett x Reader)

Anonymous asked: Recently I've been seeing so much boba fett x reader out of nowhere and I kind of started liking it. Can I request a fluffy boba fett x reader about him protecting you and assassinating anyone who messed with you?

Warnings: Violence, mild sexual assault (unwanted groping), Fluff, Angst, Love and Violence, it’s in the title.

*Sorry to the anon ahead of time. I took A LOT of liberties with this, and I kinda strayed away from your prompt. Hope you still like it though!

How you ended up in a smelly cantina on the desert planet of Tatooine, sitting next to the galaxy’s deadliest assassin, sipping on a disgusting alcoholic drink, with the corpse of some poor sod in a dirty bag that you were about to deliver to Jabba the Hut, you’ll never know. It all just sort of...happened one day. You were just an average hit man, minding your own business, and then suddenly you were bounty hunting partners with the infamous Boba Fett. 

Not that you were complaining. He was...interesting to say the least. At first he was very cold and uncaring, not really talking much. Like, at all. But after literally months, he seemed to warm up to you. While he never fully opened up, there were always little gestures, or words, to let you know he enjoyed your company. Phrases like “good luck in there” or “be careful” which, while not explicitly loving or caring, were enough to put you at ease with the knowledge that he had your back.

If you were being honest, you were kind of falling for him. Yes, you knew it was cliche, but there was something about him that you loved. Maybe it was his mysterious allure, the thrill of bounty hunting, the adventure of traveling, his sexy commanding nature, or something else. One thing was for certain, he had gotten to you.

It also didn’t help that he was insanely attractive under that green helmet. Ugh and that fucking voice. It was probably one of the sexiest sounds in the entire galaxy. Not to mention that after bounty hunting all those years his body had to be toned as fu-

“Jabba will see you now.” called out one of the mob boss’ minions, interrupting your thoughts. Boba sat up next to you.

“Stay here,” he stated sternly, as always, picking up the limp bag beside you and carrying it under his arm as he left. Downing the rest of your disgusting beverage, you savored the sensation of your mind becoming fuzzy with alcohol. Why would he like you in that way? He barely said two words to you half the time, and the other half you were too busy shooting blasters and dodging knives to have an compelling conversation.

With all of these thoughts passing through your head, you didn’t even notice the creature that sat down next to you. Mistake.

“Let me buy you another drink, sweetheart.” He purred, patronizingly so. Despite the fact that you were slightly tipsy, you still had enough of your wits about that you weren’t persuaded.You turned to acknowledge him. His species was one you hadn’t come across, but he had the tentacle-like-hair that the Twi’lek had. His body colored red with black designs accentuating his features, though you were pretty sure it was makeup. His dirty robe stank like hell, most likely one he found in some trash somewhere. There was definitely a stench of that awful alcohol you just downed on his breath. And with that were sober.

Obviously he hadn’t seen you with Boba Fett. If he did he probably would’ve thought twice before coming anywhere near you. Either that or he was too wasted to care.

“No, thanks. The drinks here taste like piss and my partner and I are leaving soon, anyways,” you replied in a semi polite tone. Bitch mode wasn’t activated yet, assuming that this dude would take the hint.

“The drinks aren’t complete shit if you know what to get. Why don’t I buy you a-”

And he didn’t take the hint.

“Really, I’m not interested.” You finally spit out. He got up to leave and you sighed in relief. But then he grabbed your wrist in a tight hold, pulling you towards him until your chests were practically touching. As if things weren’t bad enough already, you felt his hand grope your ass.

He began to say something, but you were done listening. Before he could finish his sentence, you took your one free arm and sucker punched him right in his eye. Letting go of your wrist, he stumbled backwards, giving you the opportunity too kick him square in the stomach. He fell down and landed with an audible thunk, knocking the wind out of him.

The surrounding criminals had already started gambling on the winner of the fight, most of them betting on you. Among the crowd must have been this guy’s buddies, because next thing you knew you were surrounded by five similar looking aliens. They circled you like vultures, looking as if they were about to pounce. Luckily, you were already way ahead of them.

The female in the group was the first to attack with a large dagger swinging right at your face. Dodging her slices, you grabbed her knifed wrist with one hand and throat with the other, tossing her back at the others like a piece of meat.

The douche on the ground began to get up again, reaching to his belt for a weapon, but by that time you were already behind him, digging your pocket knife into his throat. Black blood trickled down onto his clothes and he put his hands up straight in the air. You took his blaster and secured it onto his temple so you could put your knife away.

“Why don’t you and your prick friends leave this cantina and find some other girl to torment that can’t beat your ass, sweetheart,” you whispered venomously into his ear. He yelled something in his native language and the creatures backed off. You dragged him up and shoved him forward. One of them picked the guy up and they all walked towards the exit in almost shame.

“Pussies,” you whispered with your new blaster still trained at the group.

Suddenly, you heard a gunshot as one of creatures fell screaming to the ground. You gasped and the entire crowd turned to you. It wasn’t your gun. The first shot was followed by the rapid firing of several more laser shots and you turned to find the source.

None other than your partner Boba Fett stood there, blaster in hand emptying his rounds on these people.

“Stop it!” You cried at him, but he wouldn’t. He ignored your pleas proceeded to to mow down your fleeing assailants. Black liquid splattered the walls, and it seemed that the entire cantina was watching it happen. The room filled with the dying screams and all you could do was watch in horror as the aliens were massacred.

Boba stopped for a second and stomped rapidly to the group of soon to be corpses. Grabbing the one that had bothered you, who Boba had already shot various times in the belly, he pulled him close to his face, whispering something unintelligible. The man begged for mercy as your partner fixed the blaster onto his face, torturing the man with the thought of his inevitable death. Before you could run over and stop it, he put his blaster into your attacker’s mouth and shot him dead, spraying black ooze all over the wall.

The screams soon ceased, and the surrounding criminals, once so invested in the fight, had already gone back to business as usual. Boba snatched your arm and yanked you, kicking and screaming, out of the cantina. He hauled you to his spaceship and didn’t let go until you were both strapped in and speeding out of the planet’s atmosphere.

Ablaze with anger, you roared at him:

“Why would you do that?! They were leaving! Peacefully! You don’t just get to kill anyone you want whenever you feel like it!” He takes off his helmet to reveal his angry countenance.

“That’s exactly what I get to do. I’m a bounty hunter, and so are you if you don’t remember.” You were too frenzied to realize the fact that he was currently showing more emotion than you had ever seen in him before combined.

“We kill criminals, and people who don’t pay their debts. Not unarmed, fleeing people who surrendered.”

“That thing was grabbing you, touching you, imagining you two together and you don’t think he qualifies as a criminal?” He yelled at you.

“You of all people should know that I can handle myself. In fact, I did handle it myself. They were leaving. I don't need you to protect me.” You stated, in a calmer tone than before. He chuckled amusingly.

“That wasn’t protection, (Y/N). That was punishment. No one can ever touch you like that, treat you like some common whore.”

“Right, cause you’re always such a respectful gentleman to me. I mean, it’s not like you give a shit whenever I try to make conversation and you just reply to me with one word answers. And that’s if you even reply to me at all, asshole! You respect me about as much as they did!”

At that he lunged forward and shut your mouth up with his soft lips. The feeling of anger that you so held towards him seemed to vanish at the sweet taste. All semblance of what you were going to say turned into a quiet moan after finally receiving what you desired for months. The moment filled with loud passion, but also a gentleness of precaution. Who knew such a hard, stern soul could kiss like that? After fully realizing what he had just done, he quickly pulled away, breathless. Regaining your composure, you got really quiet.

“I do respect you, more than you could know,” softly, he said. “Which is why, I will never stand by and let someone touch you like that. You deserve better.” He sighed. “Even if you don’t feel the same way for me.” Now, that got you mad.

“Really?! I kiss you like there’s no tomorrow and you still think I don’t love you?!” Gasping, you clasped your hand over your mouth. That was one confession you would have preferred to stay private.

“You...love me?” He inquired, as you let out a long sigh.

“Yes...” you said sheepishly and embarrassed. He grabbed your head and kisses you again, softer. He didn’t reply, or say that he loves you too. That wouldn’t be like him, but you know that he does because of that kiss. Boba Fett, the man with no emotion, loved you. You were kissing a man who killed six people for you. Before you started to full on make out, you stopped it. “Wait.”

“Yes?” He says, kissing your neck now. You push his head so he’s looking at you.

“I... can’t do this... not if you’re going to kill people in cold blood like that.”

“(Y/N), -”

“No. I’m not going to start a relationship with someone who’s going to assassinate anyone who gives me a funny look.” You gazed into his eyes. They seemed to be breaking inside his head.

With a tear falling down your cheek, you get up from the co-pilot seat and walk away. “I’m getting off at the next planet we land. You can call me when you’re ready to make considerable changes to how you want this relationship to be.” You struggled to keep your voice from breaking, but it was impossible. The man you loved was confessing his love for you, and were leaving.

“(Y/N), wait-” he began.

“I’ll be in my room until then.” You turned back to look once more into the handsome face of the violent man you had deeply fallen in love with. “Goodbye”.

*That was WAY more intense than it was gonna be when I started it...oh well. I may make a part two if you guys want. I was gonna give it a happy ending where they get together, but I thought that wouldn’t be realistic.

*I welcome all constructive criticism