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writeforfandoms · 10 months

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Welcome to New York 3

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We’ve got a POV switch this chapter! Time to see what Miguel is thinking. Or, in which his friends pester the hell out of him.

Warnings: Swearing, Miguel is Done with Everyone, Mayday being cute, everybody just terrorizes Miguel.

Eventual Miguel O’Hara x f!reader

Word count: 1.8k

Miguel was a busy man. Keeping the multiverse intact was not easy, no matter how much help he had. There were anomalies to keep track of and hunt down, Spider-people to corral, and his own world's problems to deal with.

In short, he did not have time for this shit.

"She wasn't a threat," Peter B. Parker, bane of Miguel's existence and continuous pain in his ass, said. "Mayday liked her!"

"Your baby is not an accurate judge of character," Miguel ground out, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Sure she is, she knows good people," Peter continued, aforementioned baby giggling from her spot against Peter's chest. "She wouldn't go to just anyone!"

"What is your point?" Miguel asked, turning away from Peter and back to his screens. He still needed reports from the last mission, and the list of anomalies waiting to be sent home was getting longer. Which meant they were behind on paperwork. (Well. Digital paperwork, but even so.)

“My point is that you don’t have to be so suspicious of her.” Peter shrugged. “Might help your blood pressure to be less paranoid.”

“My blood pressure is fine.” Miguel flicked through another screen, frowning briefly. “Lyla, why hasn’t this report been filed with the rest?”

“I’m only doing about a hundred other things,” Lyla said, popping up reclining in an invisible seat. She pushed her glasses a little further up her nose, looking supremely unimpressed. “If you want the reports done I’ll have to stop some other process.”

Miguel clenched his jaw. “Seriously?”

“Yup.” She popped the p, just to be annoying. Miguel had not programmed her to be this annoying. He had no idea where that came from.

“And Spider-Byte?”

“Busy.” Lyla shrugged. “She’s got stuff on her plate.”

Miguel dropped his head. Of course. Hundreds, thousands, of Spider-people, and it was like herding cats - unless there was a clear threat, there was a lot of doing whatever they wanted.

“You do have some other options.”

Miguel picked his head up to look at Lyla. “No.”

“Shouldn’t you at least listen?” Peter piped up. “What’s your idea, Lyla?”

“Weeeeeeell.” Lyla glitched out to reappear next to Peter, cheshire grin in place. “We do know someone who is really good at organizing things, and researching, and put together a beautifully organized timeline and comparison chart on her own free time.”

“No,” Miguel said, though he felt like nobody was listening to him. (Which was true - Lyla and Peter both ignored him.)

“Wow, sounds like a great potential employee!” Peter’s grin was amused. “You should do something about that, Miguel.”

Miguel groaned softly. He was not going to kill Peter. That would cause more problems than he wanted to deal with. “I’m not bringing her in.”

“Why not?” Peter shrugged. “Sounds like she’s got all the skills you need right now, and you won’t have to try to corral anyone else into doing it. Frees up Lyla’s time, helps everyone in the long run.”

“She’s not one of us.”

“And? You’ve okayed jobs for three other non-Spiders in the caf.”

Dammit, Miguel had forgotten about that. He’d known that was a dangerous precedent to set.

But he got lucky - Lyla switched back to actually working.

“Looks like an anomaly popped up on Earth-5119,” she reported.

“I’m on it.” At this point, jumping through an interdimensional portal to avoid this problem seemed like a great idea.

“This isn’t over!” Peter yelled, even as Miguel dived into the portal.

Miguel had three days of peace from that particular argument. Not that it was an argument. Because his mind was made up.

“Heard something interesting today.”

Miguel grunted, glancing back at Jess, which was close enough to admitting he was paying attention.

“Margo told me she had a look through the filing system. Apparently it’s in rough shape.” Jess leaned one hip against his desk, arms crossed loosely over her chest.

Miguel grunted. Yeah, he knew that. Lyla knew that. This was not news, nor was it interesting.

“Apparently it’s keeping several anomalies from being sent home.”

“And?” Miguel tried not to snap. He did. But he was busy and this was not news.

“She wants help, since she’s got other things to do too.”

Miguel stopped. Turning slowly to face Jess, he narrowed his eyes at her. But she was immune, holding his stare easily, one eyebrow quirked. “Which one put you up to this?”

“Nobody did. Margo asked for help, that’s all.” Her smirk was all amusement, though. “And I asked Lyla for suggestions.”

One hand lifted and pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep sigh. He knew where this was going. “The answer is no.”

“You didn’t even let me get it out.”

“The answer is still no.”

“Miguel.”

He looked away first, swearing under his breath. Jess had a very effective disappointed parent voice, he was quite sure it would come in handy with her little one on the way. “What?”

“I know you have a thing about non-Spiders in the building,” she started, and then paused a moment. “Well. In this part of the building.”

He scoffed. She was not wrong, but he wasn’t going to admit that.

“But we could use the help,” Jess continued, unphased by his attitude. “You and I both know that trying to get one of us to do all that work is not gonna happen.”

Miguel made a face. He did not want to admit she was right, but, well… Margo was unwitting proof of that. And the thought of trying to make any of the Parkers do something like this? It would never get done.

“Bringing her in would guarantee things would get tagged correctly,” Jess continued, clearly trying to sway him. “In a timely manner, even.”

“I don’t trust her.” Miguel shifted his weight, planting his hands on his hips.

“So set someone to watch her for a week.” Jess shrugged. “Have you even checked in on her since you saw her?”

No. No he hadn’t. Lyla was supposed to let him know if anything happened, since she had access to cameras across the city.

“Look, if you’re that worried about her, set someone to watch her for a week,” Jess offered, waving one hand while the other propped on her hip. “Make it a training exercise for a few recruits.”

It wasn’t a bad suggestion, actually. And he hated that he was considering it, that he was even thinking of bringing you into this. You were not to be trusted. There was no way you had really just gathered all that information just because you could.

But Jess was right - the work did need to get done.

“I’ll think about it.” A little white lie. He had thought about it.

Jess narrowed her eyes at him a little before she nodded once. “Go get something to eat,” she threw back at him as she turned away. “You’re looking peckish.”

Miguel scoffed to himself. He was not! Besides, he had work to do still.

Since nobody else was going to work on getting the information filed and tagged correctly, he’d just do it himself.

He lasted less than a week. Six days of going through the information and tagging it in between the thousand other things he had to do. His temper, always short, grew even shorter, until he actually threw an empanada at Peter B. Parker. (It was one of the rare times he did not have Mayday with him, because Miguel never would have thrown anything even close to Mayday.)

“Is this a bad time?” Jess asked dryly, looking at the smear of empanada on the wall.

“What do you want.” Miguel couldn’t even make it a question, voice flat.

“Got an SOS from Earth-10436, two anomalies slipped through there.”

Miguel didn’t react for a moment. Two anomalies. “Peter, you’re with me. Get Spider-Noir, too.” His mask materialized around his head.

As soon as Peter was gone, Miguel took a moment to look at Jess.

“You still serious about that side project?”

To her credit, Jess caught on immediately. “Sure am.”

“Fine. You’re in charge. Two week watch, minimum. I want a full report at the end of it.” He narrowed his eyes at her, aware the motion transferred through the mask.

“I’ll take care of it.” Jess turned and sauntered out, subtly smug in her way.

Miguel wanted to be mad that he’d given in, but mostly he was just tired. One deep breath and he took off. Time to go take care of some anomalies.

He could admit, to himself, much later, that maybe they needed the help. Him trying to do it all wasn’t sustainable (as evidenced by the healing gash in his side where he’d gotten careless). And if, as he suspected, you were not trustworthy, he’d simply find someone for the job.

Not that he’d admit as much to Lyla, not unless he really needed to.

Allowing himself to groan as he collapsed into bed, Miguel starfished out. If only the multiverse would stop misplacing people and cooperate. If only.

Two weeks passed in a blur. Two new Spider-people were brought in. Canon continued to be maintained in all universes.

In other words, things continued about as smoothly as could be expected. Something that Miguel never took for granted, considering the absolute chaos that life could be.

That didn’t mean he was exactly pleased when Jess sent him her report. Lyla had even helpfully attached the pictures from the surveillance.

Jess had nothing but good things to say. Which would be suspicious, but Miguel knew Jess. She wouldn’t sugarcoat things, wouldn’t lie to him. Not about this.

“Lyla.”

“Yeah?” The AI appeared in a flash of yellow, watching him.

“I need an employment contract.” Miguel clenched his jaw, half-hating that he was doing this. But. If it would help them, it would be worth it.

“I’m sorry, you need what?” Lyla grinned, buffing her nails.

“An employment contract.” Miguel knew what was coming before she even said it.

“What’s the magic word?” Lyla looked up at him from behind her heart-shaped glasses, mischief clear in the curve of her smile.

“...Please draw up an employment contract.” Miguel tried not to sound too angry, because she’d just make him repeat it.

“Yeah, already done.” Lyla waved one hand, pulling up the contract on the nearest pad. “Have fun reading!”

Sometimes (often times) that little AI was more trouble than she was worth. At least, that’s what Miguel told himself as he sat down to read through the contract.

The sooner he got this taken care of, the better.

#welcome to new york #miguel o'hara x reader #f!reader

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lothcatthree · 5 months

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Last Line Challenge

tagged by both @merlyn-bane and @ithillia thank you, lovelies <3

last quote from my @codywanfirstkissbingo fic, hoping to post tonight if these next couple hours go well !

“I don’t think you do, Cody. I don’t think you understand,” Obi-Wan responds, voice dropping to barely more than a whisper. Cody dares a step closer to him, only a handful of inches separating their chests. The air charges between them in a way it has before during quiet nights of paperwork and caf; in stolen glances across the desk and a moment where Obi-Wan thinks maybe before Cody turns away and the moment breaks and they change the subject. Obi-Wan looks up at him, breath faltering and his heartbeat kicking up when he sees Cody’s eyes drop down to his lips for a second. Cody regains his eye contact and Obi-Wan wishes he didn’t because now he’s looking at Obi-Wan like he's never seen anything so precious and Obi-Wan’s stomach swoops dangerously. “I do,” Cody murmurs, shuffling forward one more step until they're close enough that Obi-Wan can feel his breath.

it's happppeenniinngggg hehehe

love these two idiots a very normal amount

npt's (and apologies if you've been tagged this round already): @meebles @lesbidin @apricusapollo @veradragonjedi @emmalostinwonderland @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius

#cwfkb2023 #cwfkb wip #codywan #my writing

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echoedcrosshairs · 10 months

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Playing with Fire / Cad Bane ~ part one

Summary; Cad Bane sets foot in a library looking for information, quickly coming to learn you were more then the average librarian. As a former Bounty Hunter you decide to help out, you’re smart and that’s an asset he could use but that wise mouth has him wondering what use he could use and if it would be worth it

Warning; Fluff, Angst, Emotional Turmoil, Violence, Smut, PiV(eventually-brief mention), alien (obviously), Cad Bane can kind of be an ass, age gape (canonically during clone wars Bane is 41-43ish) reader is mid 20’s, sapiosexual, mild toxicity that gets fixed, toothpicks 🤌🏻

Word count: 3k

Part two

Masterlist

Might turn into a series, let me know if you like it

Humming a small instrumental ballad helped keep you awake at this late hour along with enough caf that would cause a regular person to need a medic. You sipped the huge canister mindlessly as you strolled around the library putting dusty tomes away happy to be working on one of the last paper libraries in the galaxy. Your feet traced the familiar pattern of the library bouncing section to section as you dusted and returned books back to their proper places. The books themselves smelled like history waiting to be remember from long forgotten minds and the promise of small vacation without having to leave a sofa or a bed. Life was hectic as is sometimes the promises of that short vacation was promising but there were never enough hours in the day or days that you remained awake. You heard the door open with the faint bell not perceptible to most, you grabbed your caf and quickly headed to the service counter to greet who ever had come in at this late hour.

“Welcome to the library on Vossos, how can I assist your inquiry?” the greeting rolled off your tongue like your own name which was permanently engrained into your cortex.

“Matta’ o fact I be lookin for an old book ‘bout the plants of dis here planet. Any i’dere where a book like that might be?” He asked rolling a tooth pick between his teeth using his canines to hold it steady.

“Right this way sir, I’m assuming your interested in the poisonous variety?” you inquired noticing his blasters and gadgets about his body.

“Matta’ a fact lil lady that is indeed what I be lookin for,” he said tilting his hat up letting you see his Duros predatory eyes internally surprised when you were unfazed by it, he’d seen the locals with barely an alien in sight.

You flipped the sign on your desk saying with you were with a patron and you’d be back soon as a formality, “Right this way sir, I’ll show you which one I consider the best out of the current selection of our poisonous flowera.”

“Ain’tchu an interestin librarian. You best not be waistin’ ma time. Let hurry it up, I got betta things to do,” he groaned out following after you.

You listened to the metal distortion in his voice, the thick unplaceable accent but you could identify from the ocean depths skin and bright crimson eyes that he was a Duros. “Reptilian humanoid, advance hunting instincts and scent tracking via olfactory organs under their eyes, green blood, avid travelers and explorers..”

“Quit ya yapping, soundin like one of these here books.”

“Sorry,” you offered with a small laugh, “This is the book,” you said pulling the newest book off the shelf and handed it to him, “I recommend pages 152-183, I think that is what your looking for,” you smiled automatically opening the book to the pages, “Tell that droid who’s discreetly following to commit to his memory banks.”

“How did you know I was there?” Todo said moving in hovering next to Bane.

“I have exceptional hearing in confined space like the small rattle of bell above the door.”

“That is most fascinating, Bane she might-“

“Can it, Todo.”

“If you need any further assistance just shout,” you said giving the man a small nod noticing the sharp fangs at the corners of his mouth.

“D’anks.”

You strode away leaving him to his research not waiting to interfere or catch wind of whatever nasty business brought him in under the cover of darkness as much as your curiosity was compelling you to put the puzzle pieces together. Your lips found the straw of your caf taking a few large gulps before turning your attention back to the checklist of books that needed to be marked returned that you were putting off doing. Your finger drummed against your desk as your eyes danced between the chart of returned books and the list checking them off, circling the ones not yet returned. Every few books your mind would wonder back to the mysterious man and his droid, it was like thinking about him caused him to appear. You looked to see him walking towards you with his droid in tow.

“Lil lady, wanna earn a few credits? You knowin’ this place will keep ma from wastin ma time.”

“Depends, what would be the task?” You ask looking up at him resting your face on your palm.

Cad Bane stared at you almost seeing the wheels turning in your head along with the interest about the proposition, “Wanna have you come with ma, you won’ wanna wear somethin’ so pretty. Wear somethin’ ya can worth throw away it might get messy.”

“Are we killing someone’s or going into the woods?” you asked curiously.

“Lil of both.”

“When do we go?”

“Wastin’ darkness, betta get it ova’ with before he knowin’ it comin’. Ain’tchu a curious one, we hav’a deal?”

“You didn’t tell me a price,” you countered, “But if it’ll get me out of doing this list, let me grab my coat. What I am wearing is fine.”

“Still think this is a good idea?” Bane asked Todo.

“You are actually asking my opinion! That is wonderful. She does seem highly intelligent and insightful, I do think it would make our task easier.”

Bane started walking after you watching you lock up finding you taking off your top layer of clothes folding them into a nice stack onto the desk revealing a slimming snug bodysuit that left nothing to the imagination grabbing a coat made with similar material which hung to your thighs. He notes the hidden vibro blades concealed in the sleeves. Maybe a little too intelligent and insightful for her own good. Interesting lil thing. He watched you adjust the coat and the cuffs before bending over and fastening your shoes tighter. Bane ran his tongue over his teeth wondering if this was turning into a game of cat and mouse.

“Are you going to keep staring or are we leaving?” you asked arching an eyebrow at him.

Bane adjusted his hat with a curt nod grabbing the tooth pick from his mouth and tossing it into the trash, his curling, “You didn’ seem to hesitatin’ comin’ wit me,” he probed.

“Maybe some fresh air will do me good,” you offered, “I mean you did see the big jug of caf.”

“Hmm,” came from Banes mouth observing you and how relaxed you seemed, “Names Cad Bane.”

You introduced yourself him slotting away his name for further research, it seemed familiar but not in a good way. Oddly enough it sent a small shiver down your spine as you strolled into the ship after him. The Justifier, interesting name. Do the means justify the ends or do the ends justify the means? Or was the name simpler then that? You let a small delirious sounding laugh finally remembering where you’d heard his name before.

“What is thee Cad Bane doing out here in Vossos? Nothing is out here, barely any crime not even a decent trade port?”

“Dat be a good question, whatsa librarian skin’ wearing somethin like dat?” He countered finally eyeing you but not smelling a shred of fear.

“To distracting?” you asked noticing his fixated gaze.

“Somethin’ nice to be lookin’ at in da mean time,” he smiled noticing you looking at him, “just makes ma wonda if there’s more to ya.”

“There’s always more to a person then what you see.”

“No kindin.”

The conversation lapsed into silence as both of you examined each other with curious eyes even though it was hard for you to read him with his hat covering you.

“Pick?” You asked pointing at the tooth pick and sticking out your hand.

“Don’ like sharin’ maybe if you wanna risk gettin’ it outta my mouth,” he scoffed like it was you asking for his personal com number. His jaw dropped when you walked up next to him and grabbing it out of his mouth sticking the dry side in your teeth.

“He’s letting you live!” Todo said flabbergasted.

“He asked for my help consider it a tax for it being so short noticed,” you replied.

He put another one in his mouth smiling with his exposed fangs, “Wastin’ time, the pick don’ matta I got more.”

Your light footsteps fell in sync with his, every footstep silent except for the ground shifting underneath. Todo flew ahead to survey the forest head location finding the small shed ahead with one heat signature. He swooped down and dug out one of the plants before returning and bragging about it enough that Cad threatens to turn him into spare parts if he didn’t shut up.

“Any i’deres bout gettin him to eat it?” he whispered.

“Why do you have to poison him?” you questioned.

“Part of da request,” he shrugged.

“Give me that,” you said grabbing the plant from his cold hand, you flicked out one of the vibro knifes and cut it up to where it was barely recognizable, “I got a couple ideas,” you tucked the knife away and walked your way up to the shake hearing Bane hiss behind you asking what you were doing. Maybe you should know what type of business happens on this planet. You hiked your way through the brush and knocked on the door brazenly. The door swung open to someone you’ve never seen in town before, not that it mattered. “Heard you were looking for some company,” smiled coyly at him.

“I didn’t-“

“Well someone paid for your tab and your up anyway, sure you wanna waste it?” you said stroking the door frame eyeing himself a smile.

“Waste a ladies company? Never,” he said opening the door.

The toothpick fell out of Bane’s mouth watching you stroll in like you owned the place. He slowly moved closer to the house sniffing every few seconds just in case he needed to go in guns blazing. Stupid librarian or whatever she is. That girl is playing with fire with that cat inside. Bane practically was pressed up against the window watching them drink and laugh… then the man fell over and your eyes found his with a smile.

You eyed the crimson in the window and blue skin looking at you offering him a wave as you sat there with your legs cross just sipping the tea watching the man twitch on the floor until he finally stilled. You looked back up find Bane standing with his hands on his hips. Smirking you sipped your tea watching him come in.

“I bet this was real boring for a man of you… expertise.”

“He coulda killed ya,” Bane said moving his arms folding them over his chest.

“Oh he tried, unfortunately for him I’m the bigger burra fish here.”

“What are ya woman?”

“Just the helpful librarian.”

“That’s who you are!” Todo said rushing forward flying around you, “Bane do you know who this is?” He said excitedly.

“No but I know’ your gonna tell me ‘bout anyway.”

Todo repeated your name a few times excitedly, “She’s an informant for bounty hunters! You want to know something and she finds it! Quiet the record for bounty catches too.”

“Was,” you correctly coldly stalking about out of the room away from them. Todo tried to follow you but you kept swatting him away. You plopped down back in the seat and waiting for Bane to arrive.

“Answer ma one question before we go, why’d ya give it up if you were so good?”

“Why did you invite me to come if you’re so good?” You countered.

“ ‘spose that’s enough of an answer. Todo, he on board?”

“Yes, Mr. Bane. Obviously.”

“Good, fly the ship. You watta join me for drink?” Bane asked.

“Going to try to take me out?” You smiled.

Cad leaned over your chair and offered you the toothpick in his mouth of his own freewill hearing Todo gasp, “Insurance I won’t.” Your breath was warm against the cool of his skin sending a little tingle through him. As soon as you pulled away his fingers went to his arm band and turned up the temperature on his body suit wondering if it was a failure in his equipment or if you were just a walking sun lap. He lead you down the hall to a little bar room even if it was only stocked with one drink.

Bane tilted his hat up letting you take a good look at his face, the blue hue of rivaled the depths of sapphire and eyes like the finest wine on Coruscant. It was a striking bold combination. You grabbed the shot he passed you and slammed it back, wincing which rose a chuckled out of him. It reverberated in his throat low. You tried to keep the smile off your face but you couldn’t help it, you’d never been a fan of the hard stuff but you tried. Grabbing the refilled shot your hand grazed against his chilled hand as a reflex you quickly pulled back.

“I don’ bite. Hard,” he mused.

“The reproductive biology of Duros during heighten states of their cycle-“

“Woman stop bein a damn manual.”

“I actually going to ask how that works if their mate is a non Duros. Let’s say like us mammals our skin isn’t designed for that roughness.”

“If ya keep hangin’ round maybe I’ll show ya how it werks.”

“Are you asking for my continued help?” you raised.

“Wi’dout knowin betta, I’d say you’d be interested.”

“As long as the work isn’t boring and if I’m reading you promise to leave me alone.”

Something almost warm stirred in Bane at the easy acceptance, mentally weighing the pro’s and con’s of having a rival on board but you didn’t seem to care about the credits, “Whats ya angle? Don’ seem to care ‘bout the creds,” he made himself ask.

“The great Cad Bane scared of a pretty little librarian wanting to be helpful”

Bane growled at the comment staring at you for a moment squinting before returning to his natural relaxed state, “Don’ ever accuse me of bein’ scared again, I’m cautious dats all.”

“I got more than enough credits to tie me over for life, spending so much time around books makes me forget how to be around people.”

Bane sniffed the slight change in the air about your scent, it was a little sweeter but just faintly twinged with excitement, “Was it somethin’ I said? You don’ wanna go messin’ with dis Duros, scrawny thang.”

You looked down at yourself realizing what the growl had stirred before looking back up at him, “You’re calling me scrawny? Duros are naturally of slender thinner builds with muscle tone not designed for athletics instead designed knowledgable which is why your semi large cranium. By the looks of it I have more meat on my bones then you do.”

Bane grabbed the toothpick out your mouth flicking the wet side into his mouth tasting your saliva, it was a bold mating declaration if there ever was one from him. Some day some where some time, he was going to have his way with you and enjoy every moment of making you go dumb for him to shut that loud mouth up. As he poured another set of shots, he let his tongue side over the glossing over all of the information his advances senses could acquire.

“Or is it your age making you on the thinner side? You are technically middle aged for your species. However I don’t concur that it means you’re out of your prime, far from it. That is an honest question from someone who’s brain craves information.”

Bane angrily snapped the toothpick in half and it fell out of his jaw unto the ground, he let out one harsh breath because if you were any one else he would killed you right there. Not that Bane cared about you in the slightest but realized you might be worth the hassle of trying to control his temper time to time with whatever annoyingly extensive useful knowledge was racking about in that brain, “D’ose who play with da fire tend to get burned,” the threat was empty but still noticed the way your face twitched for a moment at it, “Bodies always been ‘bout the same,” he admitted.

“I am the fire. Speaking of which you should probably drop me off at the library so I can grab my stuff, or just pick me later if you don’t want to wait.”

Bane let you off the ship and closed the ramp grumbling about how much of a pain that useful brain was. You got back to the library and packed everything you had into three bags and got back to work shoveling books away and slept until it was time for the next shift. Bane hadn’t come back yet and you didn’t mind, the short lived adventure recharging your batteries for the literature kind. It gave you time to pick new books and retrieved unreturned books by whatever means where necessary from knocking on doors to fisticuffs. For the most part your brain didn’t think about Bane but again it was like he summoned from hell, you looked up during your shift and saw him standing there waiting for you. It had almost been a month but you never did specify when later was. Smugly you closed the library and grabbed the three bags and a fourth one you acquired for books that could be handy, “Let’s go cowboy, kept me waiting long enough,” you said, “It better be something worth my time.”

“Woman,” Bane muttered flicking the tooth pick to be ground and trailing after you wondering how much he was going to regret this.

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thefact0rygirl · 2 years

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monthly recs ;; june 2022

This month's list is made up exclusively of works recommanded by others in the Star Wars community! A sincere thank you to every creator on here, and not on this list, for continuing to make content 🤍 You are more appreciated than you know, and deserve so much recognition for all that you do!

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✨ Commander Cody by @livingthehighloaf

✨ Commander Cody by @thepatchycat

✨ A whole trooper rainbow by @cobaltbeam

✨ Overalls by @pinkiemme

✨ Bacta Info Sheet by @writingbylee

✨ Dark Side Divas

✨ YourWeirdAuntShop

the 501st

✨ Just because I said ‘wouldn’t it be funny’ doesn’t mean you need to go out and do it. by @wild-karrde | Rating: G*

anakin skywalker

✨ Where Catalysts Stand Down by sphinxscribe | Rating: T

arc trooper fives

✨ Drift by @twistedstitcher27 | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ I Need to Feel by @gotomarvelgal | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Reflection by @damerondala | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Under the Sheets by @kaminocasey | Rating: Explicit 18+

the bad batch

✨ The Gym Membership by @imabeautifulbutterfly | Rating: T

baze malbus

✨ With Grace by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M

boba fett

✨ Tender Affection by @bobafetts-princess | Rating: Explicit 18+

bodhi rook

✨ How Generous the Stars by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M

✨ Warmhearted by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M

cad bane

✨ The Hat Collection by @itsagrimm | Rating: Explicit 18+

captain rex

✨ A Glimpse of Us by @kaminocasey | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Call Me Home by @twistedstitcher27 | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Call of the Sea by LadySongmaster | Rating: T

✨ Forever and for always by @tempest-sun | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ If It Wasn't For The Nights by myonly_hope | Rating: M

cassian andor

✨ Our Peace by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M

clone commando gregor

✨ Three wishes by @rain-on-kamino | Rating: Explicit 18+

commander bacara

✨ Abrasion by @notquitecandid | Rating: Explicit 18+

commander cody

✨ academic rivals by @obixwan | Rating: G*

✨ ―and your people shall never be destroyed." by whymylife | Rating: G

✨ Bury Me Here by @morganas-pendragons | Rating: T*

✨ have mercy on my rough and rowdy days by @obixwan | Rating: G*

✨ Headcanons by @masterjedilenawrites | Rating: G*

✨ If It Wasn't For The Nights by myonly_hope | Rating: M

✨ Just This Once by @samspenandsword | Rating: Explicit 18+

commander fox

✨ Caf Delivery Service by @palpipeen | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Commander Fox is Completely Fine by Maddy_B / @spacerocksarethebestrocks | Rating: Explicit 18+

commander wolffe

✨ The Hunt. by @moonstrider9904 | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ If It Wasn't For The Nights by myonly_hope | Rating: M

✨ Pieces by @teletraan-meets-jarvis | Rating: M

✨ Take Care by @twistedstitcher27 | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Welcome Company. by @uponrightful | Rating: Explicit 18+

crosshair

✨ Family Epilogue by @theangstyboiblog | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Fantasy Interrogation by @samspenandsword | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Last Time by @marshmellow-cannibal | Rating: M

din djarin

✨ “Breathe through your nose.” by @lowlights | Rating: Explicit 18+

dogma

✨ One More Hour by @kaminocasey | Rating: Explicit 18+

echo

✨ Make you feel my love by @rain-on-kamino | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Same Heart by @dumfanting | Rating: Explicit 18+

fennec shand

✨ Respite by @ficsnooneaskedfor | Rating: Explicit 18+

garsa fwip

✨ Respite by @ficsnooneaskedfor | Rating: Explicit 18+

hardcase

✨ “I licked it so it’s mine now!” by @wild-karrde | Rating: G*

hunter

✨ Toxic by @moonstrider9904 | Rating: Explicit 18+

kix

✨ Babysitting by @showerthoughtsonly | Rating: G*

obi wan kenobi

✨ One More Last Time by @pickleprickle | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Taking Flight by @pickleprickle | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ The Three Times You Meet Obi-Wan Kenobi, and the Last by @samspenandsword | Rating: Explicit 18+

original characters

✨ 𑁍⋆ Eya - Ep. III ⋆𑁍 by @galacticgraffitiaffiti | Rating: Explicit 18+

paz vizsla

✨ In Shades of Moonlight by @princessxkenobi | Rating: T*

plo koon

✨ Plo Koon (insecure reader) by @firstofficerwiggles | Rating: T

#monthly recs #monthly fic recs #commander cody x reader #commander wolffe x reader #crosshair x reader #cad bane x reader #echo x reader #sw oc #commander fox x quinlan vos #anakin skywalker x padme amidala #din djarin x reader #fennec shand x garsa fwip #plo koon x reader #paz vizsla x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #boba fett x reader

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yukipri · 2 years

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YukiPri - Star Wars 2021~, General Art Masterpost - Part I

This is my general standalone Star Wars fanart compilation for content created 2021~onwards, Part 1!

I created a separate post for this content due to hitting the maximum link limit on my Main Star Wars Masterpost.

To see my various AU content (including links to my Star Wars comics and fics!), as well as other crucial general links, please check out the link!

This Masterpost is marked is marked Part 1, because as of making this Masterpost, I am already close to the maximum link limit again. When I reach it, this section will be replaced with a link to Part 2.

Click here for the latest version of this post!

Thank you!

MASTERPOST KEY:

[COM] - Comic

[ILL] - Illustration

[FIC] - Written fiction

[TXT] - Text headcanons

All shippy/pseudo-shippy things will be marked with a ＊

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Links to Art:

[ILL] Commander Cody

[ILL] May 4th 2021 with Grogu + Din + Boba + Jango + Cody + Rex

[ILL] Cody & his General doing reports, ＊Cody x Obi-Wan

[ILL] The 212th Attack Battalion

[ILL/COM] Jango Fett is alive and is a pain in the ass ＊Cody x Obi x Jango

[ILL] Echo’s cyborg spine thing

[ILL] Rex

[COM] Bad Batch Ep 7 comic

[ILL] Obi-Wan & Tea

[ILL/COM] The Anakin & Padmé Meme in Four Parts

[ILL] Cody, Wooley, & Longshot in training gear

[ILL] Captain Howzer

[ILL] The 212th and their General ＊212th x Obi-Wan

[ILL] Captain Gregor

[ILL] Jangobi vs Codywan＊

[ILL] Cody - Inside helmet

[ILL] Casual Autumn Vibes with the 212th (Wooley & Waxer)

[ILL] Undercover Cody & Obi-Wan (＊Long Hair!Cody x Beardless!Obi-Wan)

[ILL] Halloween Grogu

[ILL] Alpha-17

[ILL] Alpha-77 | Fordo

[ILL] Echo & Fives

[ILL] Happy Boba Day!

[ILL] The Book of Boba Fett Ep 2 art

[ILL] Tusken Warrior, version 1 (WIP)

[ILL] Tusken Warrior, verstion 2 (Final)

[ILL] Fennec Shand

[ILL] TBOBF Ep 5 Sketch

[COM] TBOBF Ep 5 mini comic

[ILL] TBOBF Boba Sketch

[ILL] Young adult Boba

[ILL] Boba through the ages, Version 1 (WIP)

[ILL] Boba through the ages, Version 2 (Final)

[ILL] Valentine's Day~White Day Project 2022 #1 Cody x Obi-Wan＊

[ILL] "Cute Kid." Boba, Din, Grogu, Rancor

[ILL] TBOBF mini comic: in which Luke hears something shocking

[ILL] Paz Vizsla doodles

[ILL] Jaster Mereel sketch

[ILL] Cad Bane mentoring young 1313 Boba

[COM] An upgraded bag for Grogu! (or not)

[ILL] Fennec with red chrysanthemums

[ILL] Cody & Obi-Wan (Kenobi Trailer Day)

[ILL] Beskar or Mithril? Grogu & Frodo, SW x LOTR Crossover

[ILL] Young Adult Boba - Remembrance

[ILL] Boba & Tooka

[ILL] Jaster & Young Jango

[ILL] Glitch, the Force-sensitive (?) clone

[ILL] Thor Padmé vs Vader, SW x Marvel Crossover

[ILL] May 4th 2022 with 30 characters

[ILL/TXT] May 4th 2022 Bonus Version with commentary!

[ILL] 20th Anniversary of AOTC - Phase I shiny clone trooper

[ILL] Vanity Fair photoshoot - Obi-Wan & Din

[ILL] Plo Koon & Bros

[ILL] Adult!Boba & Jango - Lego Star Wars-inspired

[ILL] Obi-Wan - Sad Man in the Sand Week

[ILL] Obi-Wan & Watto - Bad Disguise

[ILL] Kenobi premiere

[ILL] Cody from the Bad Batch Season 2 Trailer

[ILL] Clone Merman for MerMay

[ILL] Obi-Wan Kenobi Ep 3 - Ghost Anakin

[ILL] Obi-Wan & Quinlan Vos

[ILL] Obi-Wan & Alpha-17: the Last Stand on Jabiim

[ILL] Obi-Wan Finale

[ILL] Obi-Wan & Cody: the Clone Wars

[ILL] Cody princess-carrying Obi-Wan ＊mild Codywan

[ILL] Reva & Grogu

[ILL] Cody holding a knife to Obi-Wan's throat - Scrapped Kenobi movie script

[COM] Desert Husbands - Domestic Cody & Obi-Wan on Tatooine

[ILL] Cody Caf Break

[ILL] Alpha-ØØ | “Boba Fett”

[ILL] Face Your Art meme - Clones Faces Compilation

[ILL] 212th Attack Battalion - Wooley

[ILL] 212th Attack Battalion - Waxer

[ILL] Ahsoka

[ILL] PREVIEW - Durge x Obi-Wan N/S/F/W Patreon Preview＊

[ILL] Clonetober 2022 Challenge Completed! Compilation of 31 Portraits

All individual portrait links HERE!

[ILL] Grogu and Dust Bunnies, Incorrect Prediction

[ILL] Grogu and Totoros - An Imposter

[ILL] Rex Winter Fashion - Inspired by the Columbia TCW Collection

[ILL] Fordo Sketch

[ILL] Yaddle

[ILL] Happy Holidays 2022 - Inspired by the 2022 Lucasfilm Holiday Card (Codywan＊)

[ILL] Happy Holidays 2022 - Codywan only variation＊

[ILL] Echo & AZI: a projection of Fives

[ILL] Captain Wilco

[ILL] Cody - Glory Gold, fades to Gray...

[ILL] Fordo showing you General Kenobi

[ILL] Wyler & Nova

[ILL] Omega, TBB S2

[ILL] Echo, TBB S2

[ILL] Cody sketch

[ILL] Slip & Cade

[ILL] Long-haired Rex

[ILL] Valentine’s Day 2023 (＊Jangobi, Codywan?)

[Tutorial] How to draw Obi-Wan’s beard

[ILL] Paz Vizsla Big Tiddies Meme

[ILL/Merch] Filigree Clone + Fett Helmets Laptop Case

[ILL] Sad Super Battle Droid

[ILL] Ahsoka

[ILL] “Tiny” - Smol Paz + Din

[ILL] More Smol Paz + Din

[ILL] Mayday

#YukiPri art #Star Wars #Masterpost #Commander Cody #Boba Fett #Codywan #Obi-Wan Kenobi #212th Attack Battalion

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thebluevipersden · 2 years

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May I present you ToDo 360, the techno-service coffee machine? :D (To the margin of my former posts with Bane and his cup of coffee) Fun fact: Actually there is a coffee type called red eye. He surely serves that to Bane! :)

....and there is the mug he uses. :)

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sinisterexaggerator · 1 year

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[ sick till I see you ] - cad bane

Summary: Cad Bane has had a tough time of it. He comes to you for a little TLC.

Gn! Reader

Warnings: None, just a little nip, lick, cuddling, and a worn out Duros looking for love, A.K.A FLUFF.

Word count: 1.5+

Notes: Wrote this last night half asleep, no real editing. Sorry if it sucks. Based on an idea we talked about in the Duros server because we're all feeling so tired. ;_; (@deepbluespace4, @renek-bane, @judathian)

There was something calming in your touch that remained unspoken. Cad Bane would never spill his secrets, though it was quite apparent he had grown accustomed to a comfort only you could provide. You were a steadying force in this harsh galaxy, someone the Duros could rely on from time-to-time, as his visitations were sporadic, yet he would reappear when you least expected it.

Tonight was such an occasion, the hunter floundering on a bounty the likes of which could have afforded him a lengthy stint of relaxation. He had taken on more jobs as of late to offset the price of fuel. It had risen exponentially since the forming of this new, “Galactic Empire,” and Bane was not amused. It ate into his profits more often than not, so the loss of this particular mark was an unfortunate stroke of rotten luck.

The one good thing to come of this was the target had been right here on Canto Bight.

A casino city, Canto Bight was a playground for the rich and famous, the arms-dealers, the shady business tycoons, the corrupt politicians, and the pirates, the scoundrels, the gamblers. You were none of these things. You were a cocktail server with a small flat to call your own in a shady corner of the city. Without you and others such as yourself, a place like this would go under in no time. Your job was essential.

It was also exhausting.

On your day off, you lounged with a good novella on your datapad, feet kicked up upon your worn caf table. You were just getting to a good part when a shadowy presence out of the corner of your eye startled you back to reality: you were not alone.

It should have been obvious. This was not the first time the wily Duros had found his way inside your home without warning or an invitation, yet it never ceased to surprise you.

You quietly rummaged in the side table situated by your sofa to extract a hidden holdout pistol. You carried this with you as you ventured deeper into your own house.

The hall was clear, so was the refresher. The kitchen was adjacent to the entryway, and you were already sure of it being vacant. That only left one place: your bedroom.

You crept to the door, weapon clutched in your hand. Peering inside, you were shocked and relieved to find the man face down, his thin, lanky limbs stretched out in an almost comical fashion.

Cad Bane had decided to sprawl out, taking full advantage of the situation as his body formed an “X” in the middle of your mattress. His floppy, ostentatiously large hat covered the entirety of his head, creating a leather halo that hid both his intentions and his temperament, while his armorweave duster had feathered out around him to give him the appearance of having wings.

It was an odd display, one that was not customary, but you would not judge your intermittent lover for his behavior.

It warmed your heart that he felt comfortable enough with you that he allowed himself to drop his guard, and it was a testament to your sometimes unorthodox relationship. But you found you wanted to go to him, to see what the matter was, to ease whatever suffering he must be feeling, and to comfort him in a way you knew he enjoyed.

“Bane?” your voice called out apprehensively. There was no response but a slight shifting of his weight, a deep groan rising from the pit of his chest as it rumbled to the surface, though masked by the compression of his entire face against your sateen sheets. You approached deliberately, suddenly feeling silly for holding onto your palm-sized blaster.

He was a danger, but not to you.

You set the pistol onto your dresser, bending at the knees to sink down to the floor at your bedside, one hand instinctually lifting to gently raise the corner of his hat.

Two searing red eyes stared directly at you. You involuntarily gasped, so stark was the contrast of their fiery depths to the dark coloration of your coverlet. They narrowed when you did not move again, the expression across your face not being one that Bane favored as he had been sure you would receive him with open arms. The Duros did something quite uncharacteristic: he pouted, his scant lower lip cresting downward into an obvious frown.

“Ah cahn see when Ah’m naht wanted,” he began, pushing up with both arms to rid you of his presence.

“Wait, no!” you said a little too forcefully, Bane settling back down as he gazed at you with an arch to his brow. “Don’t go,” you finished more softly, gingerly taking up the curve of his mandible in the crook of your hand. “I don’t want you to go.”

The Duros rasped out a hiss, though it was a release of tension, Bane’s eyelids falling to half-mast. That outward breath extended for what seemed like minutes; he loved the warmth of your skin, the smell, the taste…

He reached out, shifting to a position that would allow him to help you up, though you were capable of standing on your own. But that is not what he wanted. He manipulated you to sit, convincing you with no more than a tug to your clothing that this was the very thing you should do because he deemed it so.

You entertained him, adjusting yourself to accommodate his nonverbal demand.

Once you were comfortable, the deadliest apex predator of the entire known galaxy buried his rostrum in the meat of your thigh as sinewy digits encased in cut-off gloves snuck beneath the single layer of thin fabric that made up your shirt.

Bane’s touch was icy, a small sound being emitted from your lips as goosebumps prickled up and down your body. This only seemed to excite him, lengthy arms wrapping around the whole of your waist as you realized his excessive accessory was in your way.

You took a chance; you removed his hat, placing it thoughtfully on your bedside table as the Duros curled into you, resting his cheek against your lap as the flat part of his face nuzzled its way into your belly.

Of all the things that could occur at this moment, Bane took up a fetal position, making himself cozy as he squeezed you tightly. You could not help yourself, knowing Bane would appreciate your efforts. You took to caressing him with a calculated touch despite his flesh being enwrapped in protective hunting gear, fingers running the course of his neck and shoulders. You massaged him tenderly, applying just enough force to hear a most gratifying sound.

Some might call it a purr, while Bane himself would call you crazy for suggesting such a ridiculous thing. Still, it only encouraged you to continue, and especially once the Duros had dug his way under the hem of your top, sharp teeth biting and tugging so as to maneuver it out of his way.

You held your breath, not out of worry of being bitten, but because his shallow exhales licked at your skin making you shudder, a part of you deep inside stirring though you chose not to let it control you, at least not yet.

“Ah’m sick till Ah see ye’” he mumbled against your now bare stomach, “chucked all of a heap,” he added, grazing you with the points of his fangs as he enveloped you in the tangle of his limbs.

“What’s wrong, Cad?” you prodded, only concerned with his mental well-being as it was rare he searched out this level of affection, though that was not to say his words and actions did not move you, a faint blush tinging your cheeks.

“Tired,” he muttered, that vibration in his chest growing louder as his olfactory organs were overtaken with your delicious scent, “karked up,” he finally admitted, his damaged pride apparent in his tone. “Gettin’ old.”

“Nonsense,” you whispered, your thumb lovingly tracing the lines etched across his forehead as you attempted to sate his nerves. “What happened?”

He did not answer, your breath catching as you felt his tongue worm its way into the divot of your navel. He growled as if hungry, his fangs finally pressing against you, though he was kind enough not to bite down hard. He sucked the salt off your skin, licking up from your belly button to the base of your sternum, your body convulsing unwillingly beneath his sudden amorous onslaught.

He stopped just as soon as he started, teeth retracting and rostrum once again rough and scaly against your abdomen. He was reluctant to reply. “…don’ wanna talk about it,” he stated gruffly, shutting his eyes against the universe as well as against you.

“Then what do you want?” You coaxed him for an answer, not expecting the thing he wound up saying next.

“Dhis,” he offered casually, encircling you more succinctly in his embrace.

If you had been a gambling kind of person, you would have lost, not imagining that in a million rotations Bane would confess to desiring your … cuddles.

You would not disturb him after that for fear of backlash, the notorious, murderous bounty hunter taking to your lap like an overgrown tooka as you settled in for the long haul, incapable and hesitant to move from this spot until he had his fill.

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Masterlist

**reblogs / feedback appreciated!!**

#Cad Bane #Cad Bane x Reader #Cad Bane x Gn! Reader #gender neutral reader #star wars #duros #bobf #book of boba fett #clone wars #tcw #bad batch #tbb #bounty hunters need cuddles too #fluff

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itsagrimm · 2 years

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The Confusion

Cad Bane X she/her able-bodied reader

Beta read by the amazing @queenquazar

CN street clothes on bed, blood, fantasies of violence against a loved one, painfully bad communication skills a la toxic masculinity Bane, food, mentions of not eating enough, mentions of food insecurity and poverty trauma, fear of getting murdered and attacked, firmely saying no to the sexual assault tropes but characters vaguely think about this as something happening and existing in the galaxy, guns and gunfight, mentions of sex, fighting, more blood, injury, the bounty hunters know how to tussle, homicidal droid, general note about trandoshans and hutts being antisemitic stereotypes

8k words

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You woke up, once again, to the humming sounds of a spaceship. Surprised, you looked around, checked yourself and tried to recollect how you got here.

You were in a bunk - Bane’s bunk?!

Kriff. Okay.

You were still in your clothes, yet barefoot with a huge bacta patch on your neck.

The bite! The memory of Bane rushing at you with gleamy, hungry, predatory eyes and then him with blood - your blood - running down his chin from his barred fangs flashed before your eyes.

That ass of a bantha.

If you could get your hands on him you would - you stopped, remembering how he always towered above you with red eyes, sharp teeth and terrifying strength in his lanky body.

You grimaced.

Your options about what you could do with your hands alone were rather limited in regards to Cad.

Bane.

You meant Bane. Not sure you two were still on a first name basis after everything.

You rolled over and screamed your frustrations into the pillow before turning again and taking a few calming deep breaths.

What a mess.

When you were younger you remembered dreaming about someone stepping into your world and changing your life. Now, as it happened, you felt nothing but anger and annoyance for being taken away from your everyday comforts and safety, your home, your income - your life. Yes, anger was good. It was better than the disturbing feeling of powerlessness creeping up in your belly. Rage felt better than resignation.

You got up.

Time to deal with this. Time to tackle the zillo beast. Grab the Zabrack by the horns. Stare the Duro in the Eyes.

What was it now? Another kidnapping? Another mildly veiled threat? Another day without caf and the morning news holos..

Remember - anger, missing caf with a passion.

The outside of the bunkroom was calm. Quickly, you moved around the ship into the cockpit. You needed to know where you are and how you got here. The cockpit was a great place to start with the first.

The dim little area was illuminated with its usual lights from the buttons and screens. You halted in your steps. Through the viewport in front of you, Nar Shaddaa, the smuggler's moon, could be seen. The sight of a fully urbanized celestial body still seemed implausible, a view you struggled with after seeing it before.

Someone knocked.

You turned around, anticipating Bane or another attacker, kidnapper or other bane on your existence but instead it was TODO 360, the droid. A different kind of bane.

“Master Bane instructed me to let you rest and ensure your well-being.” He squeaked, “I had objected about taking up the tasks of a nanny droid. But master Bane insisted on you being more comfortable with a droid than him due to your incapacitated state. I’m glad this is over, for now I can return to my more important duties.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I am sure I was not much of a hassle while I was out,” you deadpanned.

“You don't sleepwalk. I heard some of your species do that,” TODO continued. “I would have used a stun shot on you if you’d done that.”

Your mouth went dry. A thinly veiled threat kind of day it was then.

“Well, I feel so cared for by you. Thanks. Where is Bane?”

“Master Bane is doing some maintenance on the hyperengine generator.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I am sure Master Bane will be most pleased with you being helpful while keeping me safe.”

The droid stared at you before turning around leaving you alone without any more words. Maybe his memory storages were overflowing with his artificial adoration for Bane and he had no capacity for being nice to you.

You took one last look at the magnificent sight of Nar Shaddaa. It was breathtaking, helping you to calm your confused thoughts and ground yourself in the here and now. You were one little human in this inconceivably big galaxy full of wonders and horrors like the populated moon before your eyes. You would deal with whatever awaited you however you could, taking it in stride instead of panic. It was all you had left now, anyways as you headed down deeper into the ship.

The engine room was a space you had never visited before during your previous encounters with Bane. It simply wasn’t where one naturally gravitated to when looking for a space to fuck. So it took you a few moments to find it, wandering around the ship and past places where Bane had bent you over, or against, or pushed you down before.

You shook your head. This wasn’t the moment to think about what you had done to each other. How he tasted. That gruff sound he made when he came. Or, how it had felt when-

“You’re awake.”

Banes' curt greeting snapped you back into reality and you turned around. He was shirtless, marked in grime from working on the engine, a handful of tools in his hands with his discarded shirt lying on the floor. Stars, he looked good as he stared down on you, the hat making him appear even taller.

“I ‘ad started to worry about ya’ dying on me due to blood loss. Took you a long time to get up.”

Still as caring as always then.

“Well, I’m alive.” You managed to reply. The machine oil on his dark blue skin glinted distractingly.

He nodded.

You shifted awkwardly, suddenly not feeling angry or annoyed, but hyper aware of how out of your element you were.

Bane cleared his throat.

“There is some caf powder upstairs,” Bane said,his raspy voice felt liberating from the oppressive silence. “Take a sonic and some of ma’ clothes. I’ll just finish up here.”

You grimaced.

“Do I look that shitty?”

“No. That’s not-” Bane stopped.

Both of you stared at each other.

His red eyes burned into your skin and you felt yourself getting hot under his heavy gaze.

“Sonic sounds good,” you huffed, stepping away.

He hummed and your eyes fell onto his chest again, drawn in by the deep vibrating timbre.

You remembered being pressed against a wall by that chest, scratching over it in excitement, tracing the ink and scars on it before falling asleep.

Firmly, you turned around and marched to the refresher while collecting a few pieces of clothing on the way.

The door of the refresher unit slammed behind you, as if you did not put thin plastisteel between you and the rest of the world, but solid granite scratching over the floor.

Alone, you closed your eyes and leaned against the door.

Everything on this ship reminded you of him and of the lovely little trysts you had. Bane pushed you away, though, then caused you to get kidnapped.

You wanted to forget those delicious memories, wanted to be angry for what his presence had brought to your life.

And you were.

Void, you would hammer against his pretty blue grime covered chest first chance you got with your little fists if that would help. But it didn’t.

You stripped out of your clothes and turned on the sonic, washing yourself mechanically. What you needed was regaining control over your life. Not some fantasies about a man you once thought of saving you. And you would start conquering back control now.

XXX

Bane bared his teeth at the engine. He heard her steps,the movement of clothes around her body, as he continued his work. He had kriffed up again. He wanted to be considerate, show her he wanted her to be fine and well after everything he’d caused her. But instead, he made her even more uncomfortable than she was. Her lost gaze roaming over his body as in wonder if he would expect some kind of payback for his service. He shook his head in disgust. Bane remembered being powerless and lost, at the mercy of others. He had been kicked down most of his life. Which is exactly why he became who he was now. He would be damned to do that to her.

But his rough attitude helped little when he tried -and failed at- comforting her. Maybe at least keeping her safe and well, would make up for everything. Maybe the hot sonic would alleviate some of her stress, run down her body, her back, her ass, the back of her legs as she closed her eyes and-

He hissed as he accidentally cut himself on the sharp fan blades of the cooling system.

Great.

He needed to avoid thinking about her that way.

“TODO!”

The droid trotted around the corner. “Yes, master Bane?”

“Finish up here. It needs to be patched up again.”

The droid nearly pranced at the outlook of doing the work of a techno service droid for once.

“I will not let you down, master Bane! It will be done in no time. I will-”

“Yes.” The Duros hissed and patted the little droid absentmindly on the head. Maybe he should return to the Twi’lek technician and tweak TODO’s personality as she recommended. Maybe seeing her friend again could cheer up the lil’ lady.

“Oh,” Todo sighed. Bane looked down, noticing his head on the droid's head. If TODO could blush, Bane was sure the droid would.

Bane lifted his hand.

For once in his silicone based life, the droid stayed silent without being told to - just staring up with his big, loyal, visual sensors.

“Gotta go,” the bounty hunter growled.

Upstairs in the little kitchen area, he disinfected the cut on his hand. It was minor but in his line of work, he needed his hands to be in healthy condition. A wound infection, even a small one, could get dangerous when on the hunt.

While waiting for her to finish in the refresher unit he cleaned himself up at the kitchen sink and got a fresh shirt before making caf. She had looked tired. And, if he remembered correctly, she enjoyed a good cup of the warm liquid before work. Not that something like “morning” existed up in orbit where time became an abstract.

The door to the refresher unit hissed open. Bane closed his eyes with her smell, now faint, covered by the scent of the soap, allured him as always. He opened his eyes again as he heard the fabric around her ruffle and rustle around her hips as she stepped into the kitchen.

“Sorry, I didn’t want you to keep you waiting,” she muttered.

He was willing to wait for her years if needed be. But he could hardly say that.

Instead, he just nodded.

“I made caf,” he grumbled, passing her a cup.

“Thanks.”

She leaned against the kitchen counter in front of him and pursed her cute little lips to blow over the hot caf to cool it.

Bane wanted to kiss those lips and feel her breath on him again.

Instead he took a sip from his cup and nearly burned himself.

“How are you feeling?” Cad grit out, ignoring the pain of the burn.

She halted her movements.

“Better.”

“Good.”

They both sipped from their cups, only the clanking sounds of TODO working down in the ship breaking the awkward silence. In all his years as a bounty hunter Bane never felt so tense about saying something wrong. Why was this so hard?

She took another sip from her cup, him mirroring her action.

Shit, speak!

He opened his mouth and closed it. What was he supposed to say? He’d rather walk through the tatooine sea of dunes instead of feeling this clueless.

She stared at him expectantly, looking so good in his shirt.

Looking so angry at him. He closed his mouth.

“Do I get anything after getting abducted, insulted, and attacked due to you?” she asked. “Do I get anything after being attacked by you?”

His mind went blank with her eyes gleaming at him, the rage simmering below her irises. How was he supposed to fix this?

Frustrated, she slammed down her cup and turned around to leave.

“Good talk,” she hissed.

Kriff.

XXX

You marched into Cad’s little bunk room to calm down.

Bane, not Cad.

Getting rescued like a stray tooka was a surprisingly positive turn. But he was aloof, laconic and confusing. It drove you mad.

Quackling of a man.

Why did he bother to save you if he was going to turn around and ignore you? What was the point? You stalked around the little space, massaging your temples while hating the confusion raging in yourself. Since you came aboard his ship, he had kept his distance, always making sure to leave an arms length between you and him, even tasking TODO to care for you instead of doing it himself. If it was out of consideration, you very much appreciated it as a polite and charming gesture. But knowing Bane and how he had broken off, it was because he wanted that distance. You were nothing but an ex-lover to him. Most likely he saved you out of convenience, hurt ego or maybe a smidge of guilt. The Duros was a loner - prideful and uncommunicative, not even bothering to tell you why you were here.

Maybe he just saved you to use you for information. What else could he gain from you now?

You choked on your next breath.

What if he throws you out of the air lock as soon as you lose whatever value you held for him?

As sob escaped your mouth. Your hands catching any other sound of weakness you couldn’t afford right now. Apparently you survived the sarlacc pit only to die in the dune sea.

You looked around for an escape.

On the crate with Banes stuff was a holopad. Maybe he had forgotten it there. You had to find something about Duro’s anatomy or this ship or TODO or anything that could help you escape.

You turned on the holopad and established a holonet connection.

Nervously you drummed on the frame with your fingers before typing in Cad Bane’s name.

Back at home on Trask you had avoided doing this. Who could blame you? Now, you stared at countless entries. A barrage of red flags you were not sure what to do with.

Dank Ferrik.

Fascinated and scared, you scrolled through a few articles.

“Bane, the Bane of the Underworld.”

“Infamous Bounty Hunter Cad Bane Terrorizes Galactic Senate!”

“Some have a bone to pick with him, others want to bone him - Cad Bane and 8 things we know about the mysterious dashing gunslinger”

“Jedi Killer on the Loose”

For a split second you considered reading the article about the mysterious dashing gunslinger, your mind trying to find comfort in the absurd before turning serious again. Luna had been adamant about Cad Bane being dangerous and a Jedi Killer. And back then, in the safety of your house, you had pushed her concerns aside. Now, heavily reliant on ‘the Bane of the Underworld’ and hoping he wouldn’t kill you at his first convenience, you had to reconsider. You turned off the holopad and leaned back to fight back the rising panic.

Those articles made it very clear that Bane was not just any bounty hunter. He was a dangerous individual to be around. Memories of him on Nar Shaddaa and other bounty hunters like him flashed before your eyes. Instinctually you reached for the bacta patch on your neck with your hands.

Those hands - you had fought too. And you had set fire to the cantina, possibly hurting and killing everyone inside. Nausea threatened to rise up in your throat. You took a deep calming breath. It was self-defense! And Cad, probably had reasons too-

Kraytspit. Bane! His name was Bane.

You froze, feeling the cold wetness of your tears only after they had trailed down your face. No pushing aside all the pain and fears, no rational, no thoughts, no words.

What was even left to say.

XXX

TODO had finished the repairs about an hour ago and was running tests to ensure the ship's safe operation. Soon, Bane would be forced to make a decision. Where would he go from here?

No, they.

It was two of them now, only the lady had appeared to be less delighted to share air with him.

He bared his teeth.

Damn woman.

What was he supposed to say? That he was sorry for everything that happened to her? That he did not want her to be harmed and that he would make sure she would be safe? And that he really had missed her, so much so that he honestly considered how he felt about somebody else except himself for once? He growled in frustration.

He should have said all that.

He re-adjusted his hat and leaned back into the pilot seat. Maybe he would tell her that - later. It wasn’t his fault she had marched out of the kitchen like a furious tooka. When she wasn’t sulking and angry and - Bane cocked his head, his sharp Duros hearing picked her up, silently sobbing, trying to muffle the sound.

The corners of his mouth twisted downwards.

Damn woman.

Damn smart, witty and oh so kriffing beautiful woman.

He really could not stand her being in pain. With a sigh, he got up and followed the sound.

He found her sitting on his bunk with her knees pressed to her body and her arms hugging around her legs. She stared at the wall with fearful, teary eyes.

He knocked at the door frame.

Startled, she jumped up, quickly recovering and putting up a neutral face.

“Can I come in?” He rasped.

“It’s your ship.”, she managed with a nearly steady voice.

“That’s not an answer.”

They stared at each other, Cad unsure of what to say. His eyes wandered down to the holopad, a photo of him below a headline he couldn’t read.

“You looked me up.”

“Yes.”

“It scared you.”

She nodded weakly.

Wordless he slowly moved in and settled next to her, close enough to talk but far enough to give her space and leave at any moment if she wanted.

He leaned forward onto his knees, the silence thickening the recycled air. He summoned all his courage.

“I cannot remember having a’ honest conversation with anyone since I was a hatchling,” he offered quietly.

She turned her head and looked at him as he continued.

“At this point, I don’t really know how to have one.” He practiced those words to himself moments ago, yet each syllable had to be forced out just to be whispered. “I am sorry for everything that happened to ya’. It wasn’t my intention to cause you harm.”

She hummed and looked up in the air as if thinking.

“This shit is kriffed up,” she finally said. “I can’t believe that a semi-regular cantina hook-up got me into this.”

She looked at him with the same look bounties had given him before.

“Will you kill me?”

He couldn’t help but stare at her in surprise. He was Cad Bane. Infamous bounty hunter and best one in the galaxy. A murderer for hire. He had done heinous things, spilled so much blood he would have been able to drown in it.

But harming her?

Not considering his every move just not to spook her? Hearing her sob?

“Never,” he admitted.

She lowered her legs from the bunk and turned her full body towards him, “It's a bit hard to believe. Is it a trick?”

“If it would be a trick, I’d hardly tell ya’,” he argued with a low rumble in his voice.

She smiled, a sad smile on those pretty lips.

He wanted to reach over to her to hold her, keep her safe from all that scared her and show her how little she had to fear from him.

He did nothing.

“I am sorry for losing my patience in the kitchen,” she said, breaking the silence. “It's all a bit much.”

“Ya’ did surprisingly well for a beginner. Saw the arson,”He nodded approvingly, happy to move into more familiar waters.

Her nervous smile turned genuine.

Good.

“Can I ask you a question?” Her voice was steady, not angry or teary anymore.

He nodded.

“What’s with the bite?”

He regretted agreeing to the question.

“Lil’ lady, you really cut right down to it.” He considered his next words carefully, grimacing. “Crossed ya’ path by accident on Nar Shaddaa and it struck me as odd to see ya there. So, I followed a bit. Ya’ seemed to be doing just fine and I was about to leave as I heard Bossk, Aurra and Boba talk about ya. I figured it would be in both our interests if they didn’t catch you; so, I got to you first. I had to rely on my duro’s hunting instincts for that. They got the better of me for a moment.”

“Wait. You stalked me? Like prey?”

His mouth went dry and he tilted his head, the brim of his hat exaggerating the movement.

“Another question,” She declared, “What now? Unless you change your mind about throwing me out of the airlock, I imagine you don’t want your one night stand to stick around forever.”

Yes, I would very much like that.

“We need to figure out why they were searching for me,” He replied instead. “Same thing could happen to ya’ again, otherwise. After that, I can get you to any place in the galaxy. Whatever ya’ want, lil lady.”

“Really?”

“Really. If I wanted to force you to stay here on this ship, I would lock you up in the holding cell. But ya’ run around as you please, right?”

She considered his words.

“Right,” she finally admitted, dragging the word unwillingly along.

Relief washed over him as if he had managed another senate hostage situation or broke into the Jedi temple a second time. She hadn’t cried again because of him. And she had stopped staring at him like a tooka seeing a massif for the first time.

Maybe he was a doomed man for caring about that.

They settled on Tatooine as their next destination. If one could talk about a “they”. It would be a few days until they arrived on the desert planet where Cad Bane planned on fixing this mess with Jabba the Hutt. Apparently, Cad had worked for Jabba a few times, counting on his former employer to have enough patience to explain why the Hutt Clan collectively placed a bounty on him. You shrugged off what sounded like a suggestion. Intergalactic criminal politics weren't your cup of tihaar and you knew too little to object, nor did you feel you had any actual say in the matter.

Traveling with Cad was uneventful.

Bane - traveling with Bane was uneventful.

Bane kept to the cockpit, even sleeping there while you mostly stayed in the bunkroom he had retreated from. You avoided meeting the Duros, still unsure of what to make of this situation and if you had any chance to survive it.

At least he fed you.

You hadn’t quite figured out why, but the value you had was enough for him to spare some rations, keep you free to roam the ship, and not object as you borrowed his clothes or used his holopad.

“You need to finish the ration pack,” he growled from across you during meal time, one of the few situations you did see each other. “You did not finish the last one, either.”

Without any joy you poked around the rehydrated nuna and beans meal, searching for your will to finish it.

“If ya’ keep eating morsels, ya will lose strength,'' he added.Bane had finished his portion, always eating with a gusto and speed as if starved and someone could steal his plate at any second.

“I’m not particularly hungry, maybe I can finish it later,” you explained, puttingt down the cutlery.

Bane hissed in disapproval. “Later, there will be more for ya’ to eat.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Will I need my strength for anything in particular? Are you preparing me for something? ”

He crossed his lanky arms in front of his body.

“I did not save ya’ only to watch ya’ waste yourself away. We are traveling to Tatooine and not back to Trask. Y’a need every bit of energy ya’ can get. Planet ‘s harsh.”

You grimaced, looking at the unappetizing meal in front of you.

“Listen,” he continued, “I’m not traveling with a woman for a few days only to have her collapse first thing after gettin’ off ma’ ship.”

“Yeah, what would the people think?” She questioned sarcastically. “Someone harmed on Cad Bane’s ship? The scandal!”

“Funny,” he hissed, ”It’s as if you know what I do for a living.”

“I have my moments. Life’s too short to waste them.” You crossed your arms, mirroring his pose.

“If you won’t finish the food, I will,”he hissed, already reaching over the table as he returned to his original point.

“How nice of you to ask and wait for my answer,” you hit back, annoyed about being lectured by what felt like your second kidnapper.

“Better than wait and waste food like you do.” Bane glared back at you, while finishing your meal in record speed.

“There wasn't even that much left. Why do you care?”

“Hate throwing away food.”

You studied Bane as he finished your portion. Despite finally knowing what he did for work and spending quite some time together now, you hardly knew anything about him. It was one thing to know what face they made when cuming, but another thing to know what they liked and where they came from. And one of those things was significantly overestimated as ‘personal’.

You figured you’d dare to ask.

“Why do you hate throwing away food?”

Bane put down the bowl, meticulously empty from scratching out even the tiniest amount of food, and looked at you.

“I know what it's like to be hungry, so I hate throwing away food. It’s a luxury to be fed regularly, to have a choice, what and when ya’ eat, lady.” Hee paused, his eyes strangely unfocused for a moment, as if in thought before continuing softly, “Next time, finish ya’ meal. Yes?”

You nodded as he got up to clear the table to retreat back to the cockpit. Bane shared something with you he clearly valued a lot.

“Yes,” you rasped before he left.

You started to tiptoe more around the ship, venturing from the security of the bunkroom. There was little to do except for lounging around, reading or watching holos. So, you started pitching in with chores. It wasn’t that different from running a cantina and better than being bored.

There were food and drinks to worry about - meals for Cad and you, energy recharges for TODO, the occasional sip of water for the hydroculture plants in the ship's air filtering system.

Things to repair or keep clean - at one point when looking for a clean shirt you found a stash of old clothes and started tailoring them to your own needs while waiting for the sonic cleaner to finish.

Unpleasant beings to be around yet had to be endured - TODO, mostly TODO. The little droid managed to give you the dirtiest looks despite relying solely on a pair of sensory units for it.

“Is that master Bane’s jacket?” TODO enquired with an oddly sour tone for a droid.

“I found it broken, I repaired it,” you answered while going through the collection of meal kits.

“I see.”

You looked up.

The droid was still standing in front of you, silently staring at you.

“Anything I can help with, TODO?”

The droid blinked.

“I was ordered by Master Bane to inform you that we will reach Tatooine soon. You are hereby informed.”

You waited for the droid to say something more or leave.

“Thank you, TODO. You can leave now.” you replied as nothing came of the droid.

“I’m glad you will leave soon too.” The droid declared and waddled away.

You grimaced.

The menacing little companion stoked your fears you had managed to keep down by occupying yourself. Yet, he was right. You would leave soon, still not entirely sure if you’d make it out unharmed.

Swallowing down that possibility, you picked the most delicious sounding meal kit.

Yes, raid your possible attackers fridge. Make it count.

You fished out an interesting sounding soup as Cad strode in.

BANE! By the glaciers of Hoth, Bane.

He nodded as a greeting, his hat as always accentuating the movement before grabbing his own meal and starting to rehydrate it.

“Ya’ ever been to Tatooine before?” He asked in his usual growling low voice.

“No. I haven’t traveled much. Not everyone has a ship or can pilot.” You got out the cutlery, set the table and sat down to wait for Bane to finish with his food.

He growled, “Should have told me before. Could have shown ya’ how to fly The Justifier past rotations.”

Puzzled, you reached for the bowl he handed you. Why teach a hostage how to get away?

“Thanks.”

They started eating. Despite your best efforts, you didn’t manage.

Banehissed in disapproval, finished with eating in the blink of an eye, as always.

“These are Duros portions. Not human portions.” You felt defended yourself from his hot red glare as he reached over the table in familiar fashion for your bowl, “Also, how do you eat so fast?“

“Habit.”

“That is the most not-informing-answer. Obviously it’s a habit.”

He put down the bowl, slowly blinking through his glare

“Yeah? Want me to tell ya’ a story about ma’ harsh childhood with lots of siblings on a poor Durese satellite city where food was scarce and ya’ hadda’ eat quickly before someone stronger could snatch it away?”

“Yes, tell me about that.”

“I just did.”

You swallowed your remark, exhaling a soft.

“Oh,” your voice flat and deflated. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Better than coming from Trask.”

“Hey! I’m not from there. I’m from Naboo. I kind of accidentally ended up on Trask- and it’s not that bad!”

“Yeah,” the Duros snorted. “If ya’ like fish, sailors, and sailors who smell like fish.”

“Don’t be mean. It’s a job. I’m sure bounty hunting is not that appetizing at times either.”

He paused.

“Gotta point there, lady.” He reached behind his back and drew a blaster, laying it flat on the table.

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. This was it. This was the end. You had outlived your usefulness for Bane and now you would die.

“I know ya’ can use that ol’ blaster ya’ had back on Trask, but can ya’ use these?”

You blinked.

“Loth cat got ya’ tongue?”

“Uhm,” you swallowed. “Not sure. They look fancy. Never had one like these in my hands.”

“Of course ya’ haven’t. They’re custom. I got nothing else lying around that would fit ya’ otherwise. I can’t have ya’ run around with a heavy rifle ya’ can hardly carry, but also can’t have ya’ unarmed on Tatooine.”

Your head spun around to pull out at least one useful thought as you reached for the pistol. It was heavy and violent, yet scary and beautiful.

“Don’t lose it. The LL-30 is part of a pair.”

“I-, I am not planning to,” you managed to speak.

“Good. Or I’m having ya’ neck otherwise.”

You gulped as he rose from the chair.

“Gear up and get ready for landing. Tatooine is business.”

Tatooine was in fact business. But not for you. Cad landed the ship outside of Moss Eisley, one of the bigger settlements on the planet, showed you how to use the LL-30, and tasked you to guard the ship and TODO.

As fascinating as it had been to watch the ship approach the planet, it was now inadvertently boring to stare into the dusty horizon. You wondered why you had to gear up, dressed in long sleeved and covering clothes to shield from the sun, when all you did was sit around in the ship's shadow.

“Anything on the comms?” you called into the ship.

“Master Bane has not contacted me. I am instructed to inform you and follow your commands when I receive news.”

You raised an eyebrow. You could order TODO around - no wonder the droid sounded even more pissed than usual.

Instead of getting on the droid's synthetic nerves, you opted for a little stroll around the ship. It was a short-lived pleasure. As soon as you left the shadow, you felt like every bit of strength burned out of you. Maybe you needed a hat too for a bit of shade? Or something similar to the tusken’s traditional head coverings for your head. Obviously, unlike you, the local sentient population was clever enough to dress for the doubly sunny occasion.

Bored and sweaty, you retreated back into the shadows and took a seat on the little stairs leading into the ship.

If you wanted to run away, this was your chance. But looking at the endless dunes in the oppressive heat, and having TODO behind you, right next to the controls of The Justifier’s canons, you quickly discarded the idea.

Maybe this was okay?

Maybe you could slip away in a more survivable environment later. Or maybe Cad did plan on letting you go at some point. He had been …nice. You had expected something different, like getting locked up … or other things.

You shock your head, refusing to follow that pattern.

Instead, Cad had given you a gun and every space you needed away from him.

The many memories of him back on Trask, the articles about him as a dangerous bounty hunter, the holding cell in his ship, the many weapons, the groans and hissed sounds of chasing pleasure, the little talks during meal time, him biting you and glaring down at you as your memory faded away, his smell on the clothes you wore, his gun in your hands as you waited for him to return - it all swirled into one shape.

Cad Bane.

Confused, you buried your face in your hands.

The darkness of your closed eyes and shielding hands was comforting, the stairs below you piercing into the flesh of your thighs grounding you - and moving?

You opened your eyes the second the stairs drew back, throwing you into the ship and closing the hatch. You landed on your back with a yelp. Rolling over, you struggled to press to your feet, stumbling against the ship's inside wall.

“TODO! What’s going on?”you yelled over the noise of the starting ship.

“Oh, you are inside.”the droid sounded disappointed. “Thought you didn’t hear my call. We got a message from Master Bane. He requires back up.”

“Fucking Hoth, TODO! I swear I’ll flatten you into scrap metal myself as soon as I get my fingers on you!” You hissed while staggering into the cockpit.

“Who else would fly the ship then?” the droid replied calmly while pressing a few buttons.

You slumped next to him into the co-pilot's seat.

“You better do it well, TODO! Your homicidal tendencies might be appreciated by Bane, but they are very much not welcome by me and I’m tempted to give vengeance a try. Yes, even if that means that I'll walk.”

“Sure.”

The droid flew a long curve, zoning in on a large bastion like building in the middle of the desert.

“Master Bane is in there.”

“What is that? Did he say anything more?”

TODO pressed a few more buttons and readied the guns.

“That is Jabba's palace. He might need bacta.”

The walk through the desert was tedious. But it was better than landing the Justifier with her next to Jabba’s goons. So instead, Cad Bane clenched his fangs and walked. The Tatooine suns and sandy surface were harsh. Only a fool or a fierce warrior would walk the desert by foot. Bane wasn’t sure which of those he belonged to anymore.

He remembered his time with Jango. He had called Bane a fool.

Mostly for kriffing up something during hunts. But not always. Sometimes it was a different kind of foolishness Jango attested in Bane - a sweeter, more tender kind of foolishness. During down time between contracts or in the safety of hyperspace after Bane had shelled Jango out of his damn armor and after they had caught their breaths again, Jango had called Bane a fool before kissing him.

Jango had been right. Somehow, the old Mandalorian Merc had kept a distance, leaving Bane behind without any warning like the fool he was.

Back then, as Jango vanished only to get himself killed after leaving behind a horrific amount of clones with his face and voice to haunt Cad, Bane had been furious at Jango for shutting him out. Furious and hurt. Now, after figuring out how to kill the clones as quickly as possible, Bane did not think about dead Jango much anymore.

Who was the fool now, Jango?

Kriff, it’s still me. I am walking through the Dune Sea just to make sure she is safe.

He adjusted his hat for more shade and kept on walking.

Fool or no fool - he could wallow in old memories and self-pity when he got off Tatooine. The coarse sand already chafing his skin under his clothes and adding to his sullenness as he marched on, surveying the horizon for treats.

Reaching Jabba’s palace entrance portal and annoyed from the tedious walk, he pounded against the thick metal.

“Let me in, Jabba! Ya’ know this has been comin’ a long time!” he bellowed before Bib Fortuna or any other of Jabba’s underlings could do something so stupid as to ask what he wanted in the middle of nowhere.

“Who are you?” One of the gamorrean grunted through a little window in the portal.

“Take a guess, son.”

Instead of an answer, the portal opened for Cad Bane to step through. Bib Fortuna, the Twi’lek advisor to Jabba, greeted him before asking him to leave his weapons.

“Bib Fortuna, ya’ know as much as I do that I am no less dangerous without my weapons. I will not part with them. Skip the formalities and let me through. I am not in the mood for chit chat.”

The Twi-lek just shrugged his shoulders, “You will be escorted then.”

Fortuna turned around to walk up the palace stairs to the throne room as strangely familiar faces circled Bane.

“Bossk, Aura- good to see y’all,” Bane growled as they moved.

“Likewise,” Aurra replied with a devious smile while Bossk only grunted.

“Tell me, who is the kiddo in ya’ tow, wearing Jango’s armor?” Bane continued as they all strode up the stairs.

“Don’t think that’s any of your concern, old man,” the kid hissed with a young Jango voice.

Must be another Clone then.

“Behave, Boba,” Bossk snarled.

Boba.

Bane filed the information for later. He had to face a crime boss for now. They reached the top of the gloomy stairs and stepped into the throne room.

Many different species and people holding various professions populated the room, as always. An inattentive observer would think it a strange choice, or born out of need to socialize for Jabba to have so many guests. Bane knew better. This was politics and he better treaded lightly on the courtly floors.

Gritting his fangs he lifted his hat, and bowed deeply in front of Jabba, the lord of Tatooine and master of this palace.

“I greet you, Jabba,” Bane declared loudly for everyone to hear. Next to him, a protocol droid shuffled in place and started translating what Jabba, the huge slug-like creature from the throne, declared.

“The honorable Jabba is most pleased to finally see you, Cad Bane.” The droid’s yellow eyes flickered hazily.

“Likewise. May I ask why ya’ and ya’ fellow Hutt placed a bounty on my head to bring to ya’ alive? I’mma here now without anyone forcing me to. Could have just asked.”

Jabba laughed and the droid dutifully translated.

“The honorable Jabba was saddened by the bounty on your head after you, a close confidant, were lost for a few rotations.”

Liar.

“But, he is willing to convince the council to lift the bounty from you and restore the trust between us.”

If Bane were a less controlled man, he would have cursed the Hutt right then and there. Instead he replied, “That would be very appreciated. I assume ya’ want me to do ya’ a favor as well?”

Another raucous laugh from the mighty Hutt up on the dais.

“The honorable Jabba applauds your way with words. Yes, the honorable Jabba requires a favor from you for his help.”

So like a job, but I’m not getting paid for it.

“Go on,” Bane growled, unwilling to suppress any more of his distaste for this whole charade.

The Hutt waved him to step closer and Bane obeyed.

“Koose je myo nephews killer. Koose je sy snootles dead mo alive um u are free.” (Bring me my nephew's killer. Bring me Sy Snootles dead or alive and you are free.)

Bane bared his teeth.

“Pay me, Jabba, and I’ll do it.”

“Mee'm paying gee myo good will tah lift doe bounty of u. Um mee'm gifting u gee doe life of do cheeka.”

(I'm paying with my good will to lift the bounty on you. and I'm gifting you with the life of your woman.)

Bane bared his teeth, but Jabba already leaned back with his raunchy laughter as his court mocked Bane with an echoed laugh.

“The honorable Jabba knows you will do him the favor,” the droid continued his translations through the noise and laughter. “Until then you are dismissed.”

Bane clacked his teeth, feeling the need to bite and scratch and spill Hutt blood. This had been a trap. He had become an enforcer for an internal Hutt family matter.

And he wouldn’t even be paid for it. Jabba knew about her and there was little Bane could do about that. Her safety was Jabba's security for Bane’s loyalty.

He hissed and turned around to march off.

On the stairs he stopped.

Jabba's court was still highly amused by his misfortune. However, Bossk, Aurra and the kid called Boba, trailing after him instead of staying with the Huttese court.

“Whaddaya want?” Bane growled. He wasn’t in the mood for more games.

“Isn’t it obviousssss?” Bossk replied. “The bounty on you issssn’t lifted. Sssstep out of the palace and you are ripe for harvesssst.”

“Over ma’ dead body,” Bane bit.

“Precccisely.”

Bane turned and studied his soon to be opponents.

Aurra and Bossk were capable fighters, but Bane was faster. And the new kid moved like a fighter but he likely was a beginner. It was tempting to go against them, to work off some of his frustrations.

He pressed his comm instead. He had other things to worry about. “TODO, get the ship here. Plan 7.”

Aurra chuckled, “That’s a new low for you, Bane. Are you running away from a fight?”

“Is this ya’ attempt to pressure me into a fight? I’ve seen you do better, Aurra.” Bane countered and started to slowly descend the stairs towards his soon to be arriving ship, with canons.

And a little droid without an ethics check module behind the controls.

He just had to make it to the ship and with his blasters-

Shit, he was down a blaster.

“Go on, Bane. Leave the palaccccce. Sssstep out of the protection of Jabba’sss court.”, Bossk hissed as Bane approached the portal, the ship visible from afar yet still a few klicks away.

Bane’s fingers twitch into fists.

This was dirty play and he hated being on the receiving end of it. But, he could be patient.

“Tell ya’ what. Y’all need to shut up. We all know how this will go, so don’t waste ya’ breath.”

“Awwww,” Aurra teased. “Will you really just run away into the safety of your ship like a coward?”

“I’m not in da mood, Aurra. Cut it,” he deadpanned, leaning against the frame of the open portal, certain no one would attack him as long as he was in the palace. Yet, guards and servants started to back away, feeling the rise of the tension as the ship kept getting closer and closer and closer.

“Guess my father Jango was wrong about you being one of the best hunters he ever met.”

It was the young clone's voice, modulated by Jango’s helmet.

It cut through the hot air like a blade, hit right at that one spot close to Bane’s heart he had learned to carefully avoid. Checking for the approaching ship one last time, Bane turned around.

“Ya need a handful, son. And then-” he hissed with rage dripping off his fangs as he drew his pistol and fired, “-ya need to shut up about Jango!”

The kid in Jango’s armor flew back from the hit in the chest, instantly passing out from the impact on his protective beskar chest armor. Aurra raised her rifle but the huge weapon was unhandy and slow in close combat. Bane’s next hit caught her in the leg, making her pass out from shock.

Good, not out for blood among colleagues.

A furious cry erupted, drowning out even the fearful cries and grunts by the servants and guards. Bane swirled around only to be knocked over by Bossk. The trandoshan had drawn a huge knife and Bane barely avoided it by knocking it out of Bossk’s hands.

The trandoshan laughed, using his bigger body mass to his advantage as they rolled over the floor and fought for the upper hand. Bane growled with rage, clawing at Bossk’s eyes while the trandoshan aimed for Bane’s neck as a shot fired right next to them into the sand.

They stilled, looking for the origin of the shot.

The Justifier had finally made it.

“Get off me, Bossk.” Bane hissed, “This has been fun but I gotta go.”

The trandoshan loosened his grip on Bane while Bane retracted his claws from Bossk’s face.

“Yesssss. Ssssee you around,” the trandoshan answered as they both got up and fixed their appearance, little drops of blood falling into the sand as they pretended not to be in pain.

“Tell Aurra to get well soon and that I’m mildly sorry. And that kid to shut up or I’ll shoot him dead next time.” Bane added before turning around and walking to the ship.

Bossk chuckled as he reached for his knife.

“Will do, Bane. Will do.”

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labrats-and-clonetroopers · 2 years

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Star Wars Masterlist

Generation of the Republic

[Tales of the Jedi, Prequels, The Clone Wars, The Bad Batch]

"Guilt" Obi-Wan Kenobi Drabble

Obi-Wan reflects on the death of his master, Qui-Gon Jinn

Warning: Canon-consistent graphic descriptions of death/injuries

"Irrational" Korkie Kryze Drabble

Korkie begins to wonder if Aunt Satine is hiding something concerning his heritage.

"Handprint" Ahsoka Tano Drabble

For Disaster Trio Appreciation Week - Day 1 - Hands

Warning: blood, mentions of injuries

"Lost" Ahsoka Tano, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker Oneshot

For Disaster Trio Appreciation Week - Day 2 - Lost

Warning: dark, it’s the Zygerria arc

"Dreams" Commander Blitz Drabble

Commander Blitz fears he’s going mad.

Warning: mentioned suicide of an unnamed character

"Nightmares" Captain Rex Drabble

For Febuwhump - Day 4 - Nightmares

Warning: mentions of slavery, death, depression

"Closer" Kit Fisto Drabble

For: Febuwhump Day 9: Kidnapped

Warning: restraints, references to torture, mental manipulation

Character x Character

"Caf" Commander Fox x Riyo Chuchi Drabble

Commander Fox reflects on his relationship with Senator Chuchi

"Dream" Lux Bonteri x Steela Garrera Drabble

Lux is haunted by the memories of Steela’s demise

Warning: character death

"Determination" Bo-Katan Kryze x Commander Cody Drabble

When Obi-Wan goes to Concordia to search for Death Watch, Cody accompanies him.

Reader Insert

"Eyes" Cad Bane x Reader Drabble

The reader reflects on their relationship with the bounty hunter Cad Bane.

Relationship: Unspecified (but leaning more toward potentially romantic)

"Monster" Captain Rex x Reader Drabble

Looking for a guide on an Outer Rim planet, the Reader meets Captain Rex.

Relationship: Pre-romance

"Overthink" Kit Fisto x Reader Drabble

The Reader tries to hide their feelings for Kit

Relationship: Romantic

"The Way" Anakin Skywalker x Reader Drabble

The Reader and Anakin have a confrontation when Anakin struggles to control his rage.

Relationship: Unspecified

"Ignorant" Kit Fisto x Reader Drabble

Against your better judgment, you engage in conversation with an intriguing Jedi Master.

Relationship: Romantic

Generation of the Empire

[Kenobi, Rebels, Solo, Rogue One, Original Trilogy, Mandalorian, Book of Boba Fett, Ahsoka]

"Sound" Grogu & Din Djarin Drabble

The child continues to be unpredictable.

"Patience" Reva Drabble

Reva knows what the other inquisitors think of her.

Reader Insert

"Stay" Boba Fett x Reader Drabble

The Reader, a bounty hunter, takes a job that goes south.

Relationship: Unspecified

"Relax" Tobias Beckett x Reader Drabble

The Reader and Beckett argue over a dangerous job.

Relationship: Unspecified

"Forgive" Ezra Bridger x Reader Drabble

The Reader seeks an apology from Ezra

Relationship: Unspecified

"Ailments and Fears" Rebels Crew x Reader Oneshot

The Reader, a member of the Lothal Rebel cell, falls ill.

Relationship: Platonic

"Aim" Sabine Wren x Reader Drabble

Sabine teaches the Reader to shoot.

Relationship: Unspecified

"Tension" Cassian Andor x Reader Drabble

The Reader observes Cassian.

Relationship: Faintly Romantic

"Shades of Yellow" Part 1 - Ezra Bridger x Reader

A former assassin joins the Ghost crew for a mission.

Relationship: Platonic

Generation of the First Order

[Sequels]

Character x Character

"Adventure" Poe Dameron x Rey Drabble

Honestly, I don’t know even know what to put as a synopsis for this one.

"Wander" Leia Organa x Han Solo Drabble

Leia reflects on her estranged relationship with Han.

Reader Insert

"Horizon" Armitage Hux x Reader Drabble

The Reader and Hux search for a missing First Order Ship

Relationship: Unspecified

Warning: non-graphic description of mass death

"Different" Finn x Reader Drabble

The girl, Rey, must be avoided. And by that logic you ought to be avoiding him too, though you find you keep talking yourself into it.

Relationship: Unspecified

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sporadicthingcollection · 2 years

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I'm super crampy rn and feeling sorry for myself, so it made me wonder... Would Cad take care of Irno when she's on her period? Or would he run and hide?

I'm so sorry to hear you're going through it. Painful period solidarity. ✊😔

Unlike many other Near-Human species, Zeltron women don't have a menstrual cycle. They have an estrus cycle, where the endometrium is reabsorbed if conception doesn't occur.

However, sometimes there's a post-estrus "crash" as the estrus hormones suddenly nosedive and the body gets a shock. The symptoms mimic a period: cramping, fatigue, upset stomach, and occasionally bloody discharge. It's nothing unusual and happens to every Zeltron woman once in a while, especially when they're young.

It only lasts a day or two, but it's a pretty miserable time. The prescription is bed rest and painkillers. Old wives claim that a special tea made of cinnamon and ginger supposedly helps, but the science is somewhat lacking there.

As for Bane, he'd take care of her. Not waiting on her hand and foot, but making sure she's not dead and that she's eating.

Not because he cares or anything. Nope. Nuh-uh. It's only because he doesn't want to hear her whining. That's it.

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Bane looks up as the door opens and Todo putters into the room with a tray. "Took ya long enough."

"I cannot change the speed at which water boils, Mr. Bane," the droid says with a huff. "Nor can I make herbs steep faster."

The lump amongst the pillows moves, and you poke your head out. The circles under your eyes are still dark, and your face alarmingly pale. You glance between him and Todo, and then try to burrow back into your cocoon.

He grabs the edge of the blanket and peels it back, exposing your face to the air. You grumble at him in Zeltrian and pull a pillow over your head.

He shakes his head. "Look, girlie, ya wanna feel better or not?" he asks.

"No," you mumble. "Leave me here to die."

"Not in my bunk, ya ain't." He grabs the pillow from your face and tosses it away. You cross your arms and pout at him as he takes the mug of tea from the tray. He holds it out to you. "Drink."

The pout fades slightly as you sit up and take it. You give it a sniff, then frown. "...is this cramp caf?"

He nods. "Had Todo raid yer spice cabinet. Now drink so I don't have to listen to ya whine."

You huff, but take a sip. Your expression relaxes immediately, and you drink deeply from the mug, not stopping until it's drained.

He takes it and sets it back on the tray. "Can I bring ya up to yer bed now?"

You blink. "But I'm so comfy in your... your pillow nest," you say.

Instinct overrides his conscious thought. Mate sick. Nest safe. Keep mate in nest.

Biting back a sigh, he lays the blanket back over you. "Get 'er a hot water bottle to cuddle," he tells Todo.

If the droid had proper eyes, he'd have rolled them. "I'm not a butler droid..." he mumbles to himself as he exits.

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irrfahrer · 1 year

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Your Muses Favorite Food !

Rules: Write down your Muse favorite meal and drink! Repost, don´t Reblog!

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Helping Questions: Why is it their favorite food/ drink? Where have they first eaten it? Do they have eaten it since childhood or stumbled over it only later? Can they cook the meal themself? Can their friends or family cook the meal? Is it a food typical for the area the Muse lives in or can it be interpreted as exotic? Are the ingredients easy for them to get or is it hard? Is it a Poor-man-food or is it a expensive delicacy? Is the food a treat for special days for them or is it a All-day-everyday-meal? Are there memories connected to the meal or do they just favour the taste? Is it a food/ drink only they like? What do others like friends and family think of that meal / drink - do they loath it or do they like it too? Original By @treasurechestrpmemes !

In Short: When it comess to something she can get her paws on frequently Zivs favorite meal is sushi. For one because she is a aquatic mammal and fish, especially raw fish, is the easiest for her to disgest and also because rice and the algea might not be carrying the nutrients she needs to go through her day (which are mostly in said fish and mussels) but they are filling at least so she is enjoying them. Especially since the rice is cooked and she does not need to go through the long process of trying to crush something with carnivorous teeth turned backwards into her mouth, instead of the proper needed molars. If it comes to food she is not often eating, that favorite food would be fried riceflour dumplings with big chunksd of leftoverfat and herb filling. Ziv goes absolutely bonkers for fat.

Despite Zivs constant reliance on Caf to keep herself awake and working, her actual favorite drink is Naris-Bud-Tea, that she had often drank as a child back in the Temple. However,due to the Tynnans kind of work, she usually sustains herself with very cheap caf and water. She does not often gets her paws on Naris-Buds to brew the tea. On a sidenote. The tea she brews the most in the time of the rebellion while working in impierial mediccenters for intel is actually Avabushtea and in all those years noone noticed, especially not the people that drank it. Not especially a food she eats, but as Zivs teeth are constantly growing (especially her buckteeth) she is also chewing on the equivalent of Miswak-wood as her alternative to dental care. In most of her verses she had like this grinded down her buckteeth until they are nolonger visible behind her lips, beause its easier like this to mimic a humanoids facial expressions. Accordingly she is chewing miswak wood as a equivalnt to chewinggum, when she is working or alone. Only in verses in which she is not having much social contact ( her inquisitor verse), she lets her buckteeth actually grow past her lower lip.

In a longer answer: As a aquatic, mammalian hypercarnivore living in a Galaxy that is not adjusted to her species but mostly to omivorous species, Ziv has different categories she has to check when eating something.

Is that food giving her the nutrients she needs? Ziv could never live on a plantbased diet, as she needs a daily intake of fresh Blood and raw meat to be able to sustain herself. Especially considienrg her very high metabolism that is amde to keep her warm in frozen oceans. Gluten is a no-go for her, as are dairy products due to her beeing well past her infant -age and while she can eat fruits, the fruitsugars alone will not sustain her long. As fresh fish / meat and blood are not a daily option for her she has to draw on “spacer foods”, which includes artifical made protein-mush only sustaining of the nutrients she needs for her daily activities, although that mush is not especially nice to eat . That Ziv has a noteable muscledefinition on her chest and arms is not because she is that much trained (although she is, Farmwork pays out. Ziv could benchpress a Bantha.) , but because she is not able to build up the proper layer of isolating fat a Tynnan should due to her lacking diet in combination with her naturally very high metabolism. She still has the layer off fat for protetcion but its definitive not the amount a Tynnan of her age and with her daily activities should have to be healthy. Starving with a full stomach (like when she is eating rice or roots to fight hunger) is a danger, that she could actually face in extreme situations and a lot of faster than her humanoid coworkers.

Does that food has bacteria and parasites she might reacts alergic too or is it (even worse) lacking any bacteria or parasites her body could react to? Tynnan are aquatic carniformia Mammals and they are known to mostly put the on Tynna native Suuri Shrimps on their diet as there are even a lot of Tynnan working to caught Suuri-Shrimps. Ziv ironically, had never eaten Suuri Shrimps and never felt a strong urge to do so. However, that would be the most safest food for her to eat as everything from Tynna includes bacteria and parasites typical to theplanet and therefor her system is adjusted to fighting said bacteria and parasites in that food. Chemicals are on every planet the same so the food is made form the same chemicals, but what the body adjusts to fight off during consuming that foods is depending on where one grew up and what the system adjusted to. That Ziv has probems building up the proper layer of fat a tynnan her age should have is caused by her body having to fight bacteria her system is not adjusted to, or even worse fight no bacteria at all and therefor might cause a hyperactive immuneresponse and cause her to react alergic to certaine foods that would be normal for her to eat if that food came from Tynna. This danger obviously moved to the background when Ziv eventually joined Deep Current during the Rebellion, as she was in a Tynnangroup and finally had enough food from Tynna for once. Despite the danger of working as a spy, this was the healthiest she ever was.

And the last category: Can she even taste the food? While Ziv likes the occaisonal fruit for sweetness, as a hypercarnivore she can not taste most sugars despite the mentioned fruitsugar, so she is also not much into sweet foods as a treat due to most of them just tasting like sand to her. If one wants to make her go “absolutely bonkers” over a meal, her equivaent of a treat are very fatty meals. Something like riceflourdumplings filled with chunks of leftover-fat and herbs and deepfried before serving is her equivalent of chokolate and she will most like just smash her face into them. If one wants Ziv to lick her lips, going for fat in meals is always the way.

Bonus: Is Ziv a good cook? For a strict carnivore, Ziv is a suprisingly good cook. For carnivores and especially Omnivores. She is lactose intolerant and glutenintolerant, so usually the food she makes is strictly sepperated in “prepared for herself” and “prepared for patients to assist their healing process or make a diagnosis”. For one Ziv is still a Healer and for mild malaise (or certaine deficiency symptoms) usually cooked herbs and plants are used, so she had to learn in her education as a Agri-Corps-Botanist and Healer how most aliens reacted to certaine Herbs and how to treat different kinds of malaise with said foods. What algea have extra high levels of Idodine in food and which herb have especially high levels of calsium to work against the longterm effects of extended spacetravel was only one of the things she had to beat into her brain. In the same manner she had to learn what to feed her patients to for one make sure they would not spit that food straight out again and get even sicker, and also avoid the outbreak of sicknesses in the first place. After all she was suppose to be send to Planets after natural catastrophes so she had to learn how to use her enviorment to do her work without counting on modern Medicine.In the same manner certaine foods are always a tool of manipulation, especially when one has to work with petty patients, so Ziv makes sure that her patients are easy to work with through the food she offers. And if that means handing them a soupbowl full to the brim with Basil because basil is a naturel aphrodisiac and makes feel People very good, then she will do so and grin smugly. So Yes, Ziv is a good cooking the manner of trophology, but she will definitive not be able to prepare something that goes over “tastes | smells good” and “makes the stomach feel filled and content, while one is in treatment”.

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echoedcrosshairs · 10 months

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Playing with Fire / Cad Bane ~ part five

Warning; Fluff, Angst, Emotional Turmoil, Violence, starting to get hot and heavy, alien (obviously), Cad Bane can kind of be an ass, age gape (canonically during clone wars Bane is 41-43ish) reader is mid 20’s, sapiosexual, mild toxicity that gets fixed, toothpicks, green and red blud.

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The sun glared in your eye enough to be disorienting at first but the days you spent on the planet you at slowly began to adapt to the drastic change in climate. It was constantly barely endurable requiring an excessive amount of water and quickly figured out Bane's love for large boleros. Duro's was a simple planet, education and poly lingual languages thrived. You preferred your library of paperback books but you spent days lost in the library looking through all of the text you could get your hands on taking notes of all of the ones you wanted to find physical copies off. Keeping to yourself you spent time observing the personalities of various individuals realizing how much Bane would have stuck out like a sore thumb even with his own people. Your wound had finally closed during your time there finding out Bane was right, the men who tried talking to you picked up the scent and ran. Bane had quiet the reputation and no one dared cross him. It was infuriating but after about two weeks you decided to head back home to Vossos.

Coming home it felt a lot colder then you remembered but after spending so long on a planet that could have fooled you about being a mini sun everything was bound to feel cold for awhile. It was easy to fall back into the rhythm of the library, greeting patrons and showing them to the current section. It made your heart flutter that you were able to acquire about half the books on your list but it was going to take them several days to arrive but at least this time you had dragged quality caf with you back to your tiny room above the library to the point it look up a whole shelf by itself. Thankfully Hondo had smuggled your bags out of Jabba's palace, you tossed the bags on the floor beginning to tidy the places up cleaning the small layer of dust that had settled before making yourself a huge thermos of caf and headed down to the library. You didn't recognize the librarian but she recognized you and waved a greeting and ushered you into the book room to leave you to your own devices. It doesn't take you long to find to find the book you first showed Bane, your fingers traced the familiar binding before opening it finding a note "Lookin for ya." Your eyebrow arches but it makes sense that this would have been the first place he looked, both of you traveling in opposite directions. You picked up the note gently folding it in your pocket before scribbling one out on your own scrape of paper "I'm waiting," placed it inside the book before deciding it was time to go out on the town.

Bane's fingers tapped against the glass of his whiskey cup, two weeks and there hadn't been any leads. He would have sworn you would have come back to this boring planet of Vossos, you had seemed to like it here. He'd had a strong pull to take him back to his origin but he hadn't been able to pull the trigger and go. Growling into his glass wonder how much longer he would have to spend on this planet before getting a bounty big enough to move on.

"You mind if I sit here?" A woman had ask and directly deposited herself in Bane's lap, "two more of whatever this is," she called to the server droid.

"What's a pretta thang like ya doin here?" Bane fell back into his flirty countenance at the woman, might as well pass ma time somehow.

The twist of the barely kept roads were familiar, so many long nights walking down the streets with your head in a book knowing where every crack and stumble point was, even knowing every vendor by name. Quiet a few people had greeted you as you passed along, it was nice. It wasn't quiet small town life but it was still better then over populated zones. You looked between the two bars, one known for partiers and one known for quiet before looking down at what you were wearing, Indeed I am not dressed for a good time, you thoughts before heading into the quiet little bar realizing it was mistake. There in the corner was the fire in your blood with some dizzy woman whispers what you assumed to be profane indecent comments about what she wanted him to do to her later. Your wrist flicked out one of your blades trying to calm yourself, no one here knew you outside of the library but you had a feeling it would just take one comment and they would know then the comment came.

"Why are you staring at her?" The one said defensively noticing his fixed gaze, "I don't want to share."

Seeing the lipstick smear across his mouth and neck you sent the blade right above her head watching her pale as the blade rattled against the wood staring at Bane with feral intensity, He marked you and moved on. You meant nothing. "You forgot this," you grumbled pulling the note out of your pocket crumpling it and tossed it to the ground. You pushed someone off their speeder taking it for you own and dialing Hondo for an immediate extraction. You knew the scent in your neck would be able to lead him right to you but you just had to buy enough time to get picked up. Looking over your shoulder you could barely see the Justifier outline in the distance and another speeder heading towards you. Twitching the gauges up to unsafe speed you darted into the terrain of the woods. This is my home, my advantage. He must have chased you for hours through the brush until you saw the Katooni, dropping your speed you went right up the ramp and nearly crashed into the wall.

"That was impressive," Hondo smiled watching you weak legged get off the speeder.

"Never again," you mumbled, "Well that does suggest I do have the capabilities of racing and flying, I do not ever want to experience a crash landing," you added finally catching your breath.

"Drat," Bane grumbled watching the ship take off, " 'course da one time I wanna indulge ma self, shows' up."

"Mr. Bane do you want to follow?" Todo commed in dropped the ship in front of him.

He swung his leg off the speeder tossing it into the trees before trudging into the ship scowling, "Ya." Bane grabbed a towel rubbing the lipstick off his neck, shoulda gotten laid firs', he grumbled except your scent was drowning out everything else. He'd miss the smell of you, how beautiful you looked and maddening you looked when angry. He marched himself back to the cell room, the one room he hadn't been able to walk into with how strong your scent was in there. He brought his face down the bunk stiffing it, his mind fading out and and head going light. Quickly he dropped his belt on the floor unlatching his pants, watching himself extend remembering how your face looked when you saw it and how the intimacy of it had unnerved him. He killed Jedi for a living, stared down blaster chambers, survived death defining odds but nothing had unsettled him more then that look, how interested and invested you were in knowing him. Bane hunched over the cot finally bringing his hand to the tip coating it in his priming fluid before stroking himself. He closed his eyes letting himself enjoy the choke hold he had on his cock, he could feel his fangs starting to fill thinking about perfectly you took his marking. His hand was frantic on himself just trying to get the clouding in his mind to subside, perfect image of you sitting on the chair sipping your tea smiling at him sitting over a kill before the way you had screamed his name sent him spilling all over the cot. He stared at the faint pastel mint colored ropes wishing you were here instead, feeling your warmth even with your incessant questions. He pumped himself slowly a couple more time squeezing the rest out of him. Before tucking himself back in, he didn't want to clean the cot because then your smell would be gone but it the consequences for his lack of restraint. He growled folding up the sheet and headed towards the wash before he tossed it in he inhaled your scent one more time. Why did' she kill 'er? I woulda.

After mooping for week Hondo finally dragged you back to the warmth of Duros. You were laying under the Duros sun basking with him while complaining about Bane, "I have never met a man so insufferable! It's a roller coaster of he wants me and then he doesn't, marks me as his and then had some bitch in this lap?" You snarled, "No other man on this maker forsaken planet would even think about looking at me until the stupid scent fades and who know's how long that will take-"

"Except the one staring at you," Hondo said wiggling his eyes at the man basket away from us, "What is the saying? Get native?" he laughed.

"Close enough," you scowled contemplating it before looking back at him, he was average build, a lighter shade of blue with emerald eyes. You bite your lip seeing a small smile faintly around pull at his mouth, "I may not mean much to him, but I could mean something to someone. Excuse me," you smiled, "I think you're right."

"Don't do anything I wouldn't!"

"I won't be the one starting an orgy trend," you snorted, "I might," you heard Hondo leer as he stared at two other off worlders walking by.

The man introduced himself as Forim, while the sun never truly set it had definitely became evening. He was a simple man, intelligent and respectful. The next few days he constantly met up with you and Hondo when you were out.

"I think he likes you," Hondo kept teasing.

During one evening during a stroll across the Duro red sand beach Forim had taken your small in comparison hand into his not caring about the stares he was receiving. You tried to keep the red out of your face even when Hondo said 'I told you so.' The picture perfect evening as shortly ruining but Bane had finally found the three plus Hondo's date of you at dinner, your head resting on his shoulder.

Forim had been conversing with you in Durese for practice when a blast landed above his head. He didn't flinch however he just squinted at the cowboy, "Deserter," venom leaked into the words. You looked at him brushing your hand over his as a small thank you. A two things had become very apparent on Duro, off worlders shouldn't engage in sex because it's the one place where interspecies procreation can take place and territorial markings is taken extremely seriously so being called a deserter here was the biggest insult one could receive.

"Wha' does dat make ya then?" Bane growled.

"Still better than you, at least I don't choose someone then change my mind to spend my time with some sleaze."

"Go away, Bane," you said trying to stop the flush that was creeping up in your cheeks at the stares.

"Ya comin with me."

"No I am not. Once again you made how you feel very apparent, where's your whore anyway?" You quipped watching his glare flatter for a moment with the sting.

"Probably waiting for both of you," Forim snickered.

"Woman, C'mere."

"No-" Bane grabbed your wrist and yanked you out of the booth.

"Didn' sleep with 'er," he mumbled.

"I doubt that, you definitely had your tongue down her throat, pink lipstick isn't your shade by the way," you snapped trying to yank your wrist out of his grasp but his grip stayed firm, "Bet you were just dying to have some thing else down her throat."

"an' you ain't?" Bane said glaring at Forim.

"I have the decency to wait until the scents gone," Forim said glaring at him.

" 'nother word outta ya an' it'll be da last. Now we gotta talk," Bane said pulling you towards him again.

"Why would I give you another chance? Or is just your cycle starting again," you sneered, "What she can't take you?"

"It only happens 3 times a year," Forim corrected as Bane tried to pull with LL-30 as you swatted his hand down, "That doesn't count, that was a necessary information about Duros biology."

"Talk to ma outside," he paused, "please," his voice was a barely audible whisper.

"I'll be back," you said arching an eyebrow, "I'll be fine."

You let Bane guide you out the building around the back, he let go of you taking a few steps forwards putting his hands on his hips and tapping his foot "chassis," he mumbled putting a toothpick in his mouth, "I wan'cha... for ma'self. Ain't no otha woman like ya. I didn' sleep with 'er or nobody else. 'Twas nice havin a woman in my lap but dat it."

"Oh so I can't flirt with anyone else because you get jealous however YOU can flirt and get all up close 'n personal with whoever? YOU said there is not an us, why are you acting like there is an us? You made it very obvious that I'm replaceable when I'm not around."

"Ya ain't replaceable. I don' do soft bhet... ya make me soft," he said pulling you towards him putting you in-front of him as he leaned up against the wall. Forim made the mistake of walking outside, this time you didn't move fast enough as Bane put a hole through him. "D'ere ain't anyone else for ma. Done hesitatin' ah'bout it."

"Do you think you just get to show up, shoot another man I'm interested in and think I'll cave?" You squinted at him.

"It's ma right specially 'ere," he said flicking the toothpick away, "Why did' ya killed 'er for bein on ma lap."

"You are not mine, it wouldn't have made a difference you would have just found someone else."

Bane grabbed ya hip pulling you towards him, "den be mine," letting his fingers knead into the soft warm flesh. He stared into your eyes the neutrality of them but not backing down.

"Prove I make the roughest bounty hunter soft, then maybe I'll think about it," you wanted to stay furious at him but his intoxicating presence made it hard. You felt his fingers stop as his other hand scooped you forward pulling you under his hat. He brought his hand to your hair gently curling it around his finger while his other hand settled on your waist. He brought his mouth to yours and you returned the gesture. You were surprised with how light and delicate his kisses where even when his tongue slipped into your mouth, it was slow and gentler then what seemed possible for a man like him even his tongue seemed to be gently caressing your own as it kept passing along yours. His hand gently pushed up your lose fitting shirt letting his hand returning to kneading your bare skin but it wasn't lustful it was unbearably tender. You felt him pulling away slowly his metallic breathing fluttering but so was yours it was like the vibration of your blades rattling you. Both of you stood there staring at each other.

"Soft'nough?" he asked.

"Poor fellow, I told him not to go outside," Hondo mumbled stepping over the body.

Bane grumbled about interruptions, "Wat ya want?"

"Just checking on my dearest friends, I shall be back at the apartment," Hondo said giving a small wave.

"Have'a place here?" Bane said arching his eyebrow ridge.

"Is that your way of asking to see?"

"Maybeh."

Both of you pulled into a slow stroll behind Hondo in silence. Everyone eyed the three of you, not so casually moving out of the way when they were in the way. On the edge of town the three of you ascended into the elevator to the 'apartment' which was really a condo.

"Dis is nice," Bane attempted the compliment looking around.

"Hondo you left the air conditioning on again!" you groaned hearing the faintest sound in the back.

"I may be a Weequay, but there is only so much heat this pirate can tolerate."

"Sand baby," you laughed, "I'm going get changed." You heard Bane's footsteps following behind you as he took it the near bare apartment. While the apartment had been bare your room had not, assorted hats lined the walls which got a chuckle out of him followed by a short feral snarl for the small section of revealing clothing in the closet, "Maybe if you weren't an ass I would wear one of them for you."

"Been wearin' it for 'im?" Bane glanced towards the door.

"No, but I can arrange that," you smirked feeling him pressing the back of you, purposely tipping his head forward enough so his hat covered your line of sight letting one head roam to your stomach and the other to your throat.

"Wouldn' advise it lil lady."

"Scared I'll hurt your precious masculinity but letting other men see me?" You poked purposely shoving the metal of his gauntlets away.

"Ain't scared of nuffin, you' don' like ma leavin bodies," he scoffed, "I'll prove ya ma masculinity later," he send swiping a finger up your stomach before disconnecting his gauntlets and hanging up his trench coat.

"That was bold suggestion," you noted.

"Ya da one questionin meh," he said stickin a toothpick in his mouth, "careful, I bite back."

"Got the scars to prove it. Careful cowboy, you seemed to like my biting if I remember."

Tenderly you felt his fingers pull at the hem of your shirt tugging it up over your head, his mouth slowly working over your shoulders and neck, "feisty lil loth," he chuckled.

"So if your cycle only happens 3 times a year when's your next one?" You ask curiously picking out some silky pajamas.

"Sooner dan I'd like."

"Are you actually interested in me or because of that."

"Hunt' ya down for'a month, dink ya know."

A faint hmm fell from your lips, "So how long?"

"Woman..." he made a small strained noise, "Couple rotations, maybeh week."

"I suppose you want to be off the planet by the time that happens?"

" 'suppose so."

"I plan to enjoy every moment being here then," he stopped you attempting to put your shirt on placing his mouth your shoulder, "Better finish what you start, cowboy." His finger went to your mouth, you opened it sucking on his long blue digit coating it in saliva before he pulled it out and had it hovering right about your clit.

"I finish wanna I star'," you heard the smile in his voice before his teeth and finger were on you.

You moaned against the feeling him, the cool of his mouth and touch of his expert hand. The familiar scent of leather and blaster fire engulfed you, wrapping your arms back around his neck pressing into him as you felt him seep into the wounds, "Bane..." you whispered at the sensation. His fingers started circling you faster bring his other hand down pumping two fingers into letting his non busy fingers grab into your flesh. Your nails dug into the back of his neck, the small duros purr escaped him and continued as he retracted his teeth from you neck focusing on his finger thrusting into you. The orgasm was creeping on you, heat pooling in your core and shooting down your legs which kept threatening to buckle out from under you but he kept you steady. You looked down to see Bane's fingers stroking your swollen discolored folds feeling like you could faint at the sight.

"Ya smell good," he groaned, "drat," he felt how close you were tightening around his fingers and your moans take on an edge of desperation. He swept your legs further apart with his boot smiling when he felt the trembling start and your ass press against him. He let out a warning growl which quickly got another swipe of your ass across his hips and he could feel his cock trying to twitch out against his wishes. He shoved you forward towards the bed, laying your chest down on the mattress letting you ass sticking out. Bane kept one hand on you, inserting a third finger pumping the glorious scent of your pussy while his other hand worked to free himself. The moment his cock breach he looked down to find he was just as soaked as you. He worked his fingers over his bumps watching them swell and discolor with his green blood turning his cock a deep tidal wave color. "Vendi," he groaned staring at the squish on your thighs and the perfect shape of your ass.

You cocked your head back to look at the faint wet sound coming behind you. You saw Bane with his eyes closed fisting himself as he worked you thrusted back into his fingers and he's eyes went wide before squinting. The warning was plain as day but you didn't head it, the ache between your legs to be full of him was overwhelming. Banes hand fell reluctantly with how close he was, he pulled his fingers out of you reaching down grabbing your ankles and tossing you up on the bed flipping you over on your back like a doll. He's lean but he does seem to have some muscle after all. You couldn't hide the to soft smile for what was happening as he quickly discarded everything he was wearing, you playfully made the mistake of tossing your shirt at him.

Bane man handled you up to the pillow shoving your hands under your back, "Nah touchin," he growled. You gave him a complaint about wanting to touch him but he didn't even warrant it with a reply as he slammed into. It hurt, Bane was bigger then his body frame would have left many to believe. From start to finish it was lustful but it did provided you with some answers, when he was about to cum to quickly pulled out finishing himself with a single stroke before having his load shot all over your chest.

Mischievously you smiled swiping a little bit of it up with your index finger listening to his growl watching his chest vibrate as you stuck it into your mouth. Disappointedly it was bland... but that could be useful later. "Research," you smiled.

"Fin'ishit," he smirked, getting off looking you flick your tongue at him, "Drink?" he asked.

"Kitchen, center back," you smirked watching him slip just his jeans back on before heading out.

Bane found the kitchen grabbed you a water and him a decent sized shot, "Looks like you had a good time," he heard Hondo laugh behind him.

"Ain't you smart," Bane said taking the shot.

"I do hope you put some thought it this," Hondo started, "You are not exactly... loved by all."

"She can handa er'self just fine."

"And if I bounty is put on her again? Hmm? I don't think she'll forgive you twice."

"Tha'aint gonna happen."

"But if it does?"

"Der gonna regret it."

"Being safe?" Hondo asked coughing several times.

"Hon-," Bad squinted.

"Not my place," Hondo coughed, "But the planet is starting to effect her."

"Wha'ya mean?"

"She's liking the heat, for a woman who likes ice."

Bane automatically reach down for his communication device groaning that it was on the floor in the room, "So dat's why she smellin stronga," he grumbled pouring himself a shot and grabbing the water.

"I wouldn't say it like that in front of her," Hondo chuckled watching him walk back towards the room.

Bane shoved the water into your hand grabbing the device, "We gotta go."

"What?" you asked blinking at him, "I like it here."

"Ya so does ya body. 'Less ya want grubs we gotta go."

"What was that? Proving your masculinity?" You jested sitting up wiping what was little was left off your chest.

"Nhat da time to tease ma," he snipped, "Now or lata today?"

"Cad Bane asking for my opinion?" You smiled at him seeing the annoyance on his face, "Later, I want to go walk on the beach again." You chugged part of the water to peer through your closet finding a thigh length satin strapless dress with a matching floppy hat to keep the sun out of your face, "Hondo! Beach?" You opened the door and shouted.

"Think I will relax, enjoy yourself!"

You grabbed a couple blades tucking them into a high thigh holster, "Coming?" you laughed watching Bane stare at you as you strolled out of the room with still just his pants. You looked at the population count for the local beaches opting for the less populated one given Bane's reputation and the fresh mark. Leaving the door open you strolled back into the hall hearing him grumble behind you about waiting, "Maybe if you weren't so slow?" You smiled the lift doors closing before he entered. Upon exiting the lift, Bane was already waiting for you smirking with a toothpick in his mouth.

The two of you walked in silence most of the way to the beach, "Dunno how dis relationship ding works," he admitted keeping his eyes on the clusters of people walking by.

Interlacing your fingers with Banes you watched him uneasily look at it, "We'll figure it out, until then I do have a comprehensive list of reading materials you could skim."

" 'course ya do."

"In exchange maybe you could teach me how to fly."

"Crash ma ship an' you're buyin meh a new one"

"Or I just buy a practice one if you're so attached to yours."

If Bane had more noticeable iris' you would have seen his eye roll but you could feel it and the grip on your hand get tighter which slowly turned into a vice grip once he noticed others staring. You stared at the unreadable expression on his face, without turning his head you saw the movement of his eyes at the corner looking at you before his grip relaxed. Smile tugged at your lips looking at him as he kept his eyes glued to the beach stragglers looking for any threat.

"I do not think it is going to take a week," you couldn't help but laugh, "I never took you for the protective type."

"Fulla surprises."

"Todo, liking Duros?" you said looking up the the droid who was trying to keep his distance. You wanted the little droid zip down flying around Bane.

"You're ability to hear is absolutely exceptional. To preference I am Bane's personal Techno Service droid not yours so don't think you get to around bossing me around."

"You're a little small for me anyway," you said playing causing Bane's neck to snap and look at you for the innuendo even if it went right over Todo's head. Squeezing his hand he finally looked away guiding you away from the peering eyes towards an empty patch of beach sitting down watching the water. You took off your hat, gently spreading his legs with your foot before sitting between them wrapping his arms around your waist, “Also it was Todo who bugged our phones,” you deduced.

“I may have,” Todo admitted.

“Du it ‘gain an’ I’ll let’er cut ya up.”

“I am going to miss this place,” you said exhaling watching the water and listening to the waves.

“Tis not like we’re nah comin back.”

“Any bounties?” you asked nuzzling into him a little more.

“Afta ma… predicament.”

“While it would be more efficient to tackle the task as a team, I could handle the task on my own if it is urgent,” you teased, running a finger across his harm.

Bane pulled you tighter against his groin, “Ain’t happenin.”

“What’s is the task?”

“Kidnap a Jedi youngin.”

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