Star Wars Imagines

Dollface(Boba Fett)

Your POV(First Person)

I ran down the streets, blaster in hand, then ducked behind a building and looked around the corner. "Looking for me?" I shrieked, and the Mandalorian tried to grab me. I ducked under his arm and ran. I'm in deep trouble with Jabba the Hutt. So deep that he's put thousands of credits on my head. I'm not sure how many thousands, but I know it's a lot.

The Mandalorian has been trying to capture me for weeks. I just left Han Solo, and since I used to be his girlfriend, Jabba thinks I have his money. I've told him repeatedly that I'm not responsible for Han's debts, but Jabba won't listen. So I just run from the Mandalorian. It's much simpler than trying to reason with Jabba.

***

Two weeks later, I'm in the same situation, just on a different planet. I was hiding in an alley, waiting for the Mandalorian to show up. "Hey Dollface," he whispered into my ear, and I whipped around, blaster in his face. I tried to run away, but the Mandalorian disarmed me and grabbed my wrist. "Going so soon," he asked with a wounded tone. I rolled my eyes. That's the last thing I needed.

"Let me go," I ordered.

"I don't think so," the Mandalorian purred. "I'm taking you to Jabba."

"I'm not responsible for Han's debts. If Jabba wants his money back, he can take it up with Han."

"I don't really care. I'm not interested in debts. I just want to get paid."

"Typical bounty hunter." With that, I pulled away from the Mandalorian and ran.

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Boba's POV(First Person)

I watched her run. That girl was cute.... I tried to shake those thoughts from my head. She had 500,000 credits on her head. I needed to capture her, and yet.... I just couldn't. She always escaped. And if I was being honest with myself, it was because I let her. I couldn't stand the thought of Jabba the Hutt getting his hands on her.

I ran after the girl. I needed the credits. I was going to capture her and bring her to Jabba the Hutt. I had almost caught her when I thought about her being chained to Jabba, forced to do unspeakable things. I stopped, and watched as she climbed into her ship and flew off. I was tracking it, of course. I needed to. Next time, I would catch her.

***

The sun glinted on the girl's (H/C) hair. She was scooting back toward the wall, blaster pointed at me, her hand shaking. She was on the ground. I had just shot her leg. She couldn't get up. Her (E/C) eyes were filled with fear. I was going to take her to Jabba the Hutt. "It's over Dollface," I breathed. "You can't run anymore." She fired at me, and I moved aside just in time.

"It's over when I give up," she said. I smiled under my helmet. She was brave. I liked that. I shook those thoughts from my head. I had to take her to Jabba....

"No. It's over now. I'm taking you to Jabba. You lost Dollface." I hit her on the head with my blaster, and her eyes rolled up into her head. I picked up the girl, and carried her to my ship. I started heading for Tatooine. I watched the girl sleep. She was beautiful. So peaceful.... I cursed myself. I turned my ship around. I wasn't going to take her to Jabba. She didn't deserve it.

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Your POV

I woke up with a groan. My head was pounding. I was in a bed.... How did I get in a bed? The Mandalorian walked into the room. I felt my hip for my blaster. It wasn't there. Of course. Why would a bounty hunter allow his prisoner to have a weapon? "Hey Dollface," he said. I glared at him.

"Where am I," I asked.

"My ship."

"Where are we going?"

"Takodana." I rose an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"I'm telling the truth Dollface. We're going to hide for a while."

"Don't you want to bring me to Jabba for the credits?"

"No. Not anymore."

"Why not?"

"That's none of your concern Dollface. Just try to rest."

"I have a name. It's (Y/N). You can use it."

"Dollface suits you better."

"Why?"

"Because you have the face of a doll. Calm, pretty, and perfect." I blushed. My face was not perfect.... I could feel the Mandalorian staring at me. I felt he was smiling. "I'm Boba Fett," he said. I smiled at him. A bounty hunter was no change of pace from a smuggler, but Boba Fett wasn't Han. He wasn't cocky or impatient. "See you later Dollface." I smiled at him as he left. I used to hate being called Dollface. Now it was only extremely irritating.