Star Wars One shots (Character x Reader)

Slave for you - Boba Fett

Word count: 1897!

He stood across the palace, staring around menacingly. I ignored him and continued my routine for Jabba. The gold coins on my waist rattled as I shook my hips to the music that I couldn't understand. People were laughing with each other and drinking expensive wines and beers. The music ended and Jabba pulled my wrist. "You've been better. Do it again." He asked and let me go. "Of course." I smiled and walked back to the floor. With all the force I had left in my body I danced as hard as I could, maybe I could go home tonight. The crowd all turned their attention to me and back to their friends. Jabba laughed. "I will let you go. Find your friends downstairs." He bellowed. I nodded and ran down a flight of steps behind Jabbas throne.

"Ahh thank the maker you're ok!" A yellow Twilek hugged me. "Jabba loves me. He wouldn't dare hurt me." I remarked. The other girls laughed. Their laughter stopped and they all looked at the door. I turned and saw him. His helmet on and illuminating the white lights of the dancers lounge. He didn't speak, simply stared. The girls thought the helmet made him look mysteriously gorgeous but I begged to differ. I heard from anonymous sources he's just a clone from the clone wars. "They're still here." He yelled up to Jabba. Not for much longer.

The others had fallen asleep on each other for warmth but I was sitting up against a small window with bars blocking my escape route. "You need to sleep (y/n). I know you want to escape but you need all of us to do that." A green twilek named Oola put her hand on my shoulder. "I know but just look outside. I haven't been their for years!" I growled. "I know. And I won't stop you." She smiled and handed me a small blaster. "Where'd you get this!" I whispered. "My new friend." She smiled and gave it to me. I smiled brightly and started to run and gather some of my belongings.

Being a slave I only had small things like, jewelry, a few credits, outfits, civ. Outfits, and even a pair of boots. Oola waved as I ran up the stairs. Everyone was asleep, even the expert bounty hunter. I smiled and darted out the door. "Going somewhere?" A voice asked. I didn't turn around. I knew it was my head toying with me. A pile of rocks laid on the side of the road. This was a place only I knew about. I tugged the rocks away and grabbed the item I'd been hiding there for years.
My helmet.
My mother and my father were mandolorians that had fought in the clone wars with the Jedi. One served maul while the other served Bo-Katan, my "aunt". She helped my mother give birth to one of the enemies child. Me. She knew about their relationship before the war. He choose maul while my mother chose justice. Regardless she wanted to help us. She gave me and my father a chance to leave and they took it. They traveled to Tattoine where I grew up from the ages 3-24. At age 25 I was kidnapped and forced to watch my parents die in front of me as I was presented to Jabba.

The (f/c) helmet would hide my identity. I slipped on the rest of my armor. The beskar was a familiar feeling I wanted to savor forever. The cool metal felt nice against my flight suit. Slipping my jetpack on I grabbed the duel blasters on the ground and placed them in their rightful holsters. I was going to get those women out of there alive.

"Who are you and why have you presented yourself before me? Jabba the Hutt?" He bellowed across the room. The other mandolorian was standing behind Jabba with his blaster in hands. I could tell that he was staring at me along with everyone else in the room. A young tortuga was against Jabba, she was new. Most likely my replacement. "I am (y/n) (l/n) of clan (l/n) and I am here to ask a favor." My voice modulator hid my real voice from Jabba, he was clueless to who I was. "A favor? Well then the mighty Jabba has time." He gave an ugly smirk, even though all of his were. "My brother was recently robbed of his best dancers and has asked me to ask you for yours. He will kindly pay you back in unmarked credits." The young togruta's face was happy. She smiled and wiped a tear away. "I'll give them to you without the cost of credits. I have no need for them. My deal to you is, if you win in a fist fight with my top bounty hunter they're yours. You loose. You're mine." Boba's head tilted towards me more. He knew he was Jabbas favorite. I smiled under my helmet.
Perfect.