Star Wars Imagines (character X reader)

Boba Fett (part 1)

TW: Assault, abuse

"Unhand me you Loathsome tin can!" You scream as the famous Boba Fett drags you into the palace of the Hutts, tears threatening your eyes. 

"Shut up" He grumbles as you both enter the main room. "Your bounty Jabba." Fett calls out as he shoves you forwards, causing you to fall to your knees, ripping your trousers as fresh blood stains them. Hanging your head low you hold back your tears. Jabba lets out a thunderous laugh and the rest of the room erupts into laughter with him.

"Young Y/n. How nice to have you here. I must say your father put up quite a fight against the rancor." Jabba teases making your blood boil.

"Was killing him not enough for you?!" You scream at him as you climb to your feet. "My father was a loyal man, a good hunter. All he wanted was to be out of your employ to live out the rest of his life peacefully but you couldn't take that could you? So you hunted him down and killed him. Why should I have to pay for his want for freedom?!" 

"You were his colterol. He knew what he was doing, he put you up for it as just a babe in arms. Your beloved father was not the man you believed him to be." Jabba chuckles back at you, his words striking your heart like blaster to the chest.

"No...no he wouldn't he couldn't...he..." You murmur as you're dragged away to the cells. Your gaze meets the one of Boba Fett through his vizor, your face riddled with pain. Being thrown into a cell you roll a few times letting out a yelp. The small stone cell is cold and damp, only a little light shines in through a tiny barred window. Cowering in a corner you finally let your tears fall, a pain stricken sob escaping you, the sound echoing down the halls. 

"Don't worry. He'll get bored of you eventually." A female voice calls softly from the next cell. Pulling yourself up to the shared window you see a green Twi'lek clad in a skimpy black outfit. 

"He might as well throw me in the Rancor pit."

"We all think that at first but sooner or later you learn to live with it. Once he trusts you enough he'll put you in with the rest of us to sleep." She says which oddly sooths you. You've never heard of anyone escaping Jabba's Palace before. Behind you the door to your cell swings open and another slave walks in holding a skimpy outfit. 

"Jabba wants you to wear this." She says as she hands it to you and leaves. Holding it out before you you take a deep breath. It is green and gold, only covering a little of you. Two big pieces of fabric drape down at the front and the back of the bottom half, swaying with every move you make, the top a green and gold strapless piece which seems to stay in place by some gravity defying act. down your arms a more opaque fabric drapes. The whole thing makes you sick to your stomach. 

"Why would my own father do this to me?" You whisper letting another tear fall. 

The night passes slowly without much sleep on your behalf, the music from the main room keeping you up with your thoughts. At some point during the day, you don't know quite when, a small roll of bread is tossed into your cell by a guard. "Eat, you're up next." He barks before going to feed the other slaves. His words ring in your head as you scoff down the roll, you've never danced a day in your life and now you have to do it for the rest of your short life. 

"Any advice?" You ask calling to the girl in the next cell. She lets out a soft laugh admiring your will.

"Just try and be a elegant as possible. Use your full arm span and spin." She says making you nod. The door to your cell opens and a guard walks in holding a large metal collar with a chain attached.

"Stand still." He barks before quickly latching it around your neck and pulling you out of the cell. As you pass the Twi'leks cell she reaches out, brushing a supportive hand over your arm as you pass and for some reason it does actually make you feel a lot better. As you're brought into the main room the guests erupt in a cheer watching you walk timidly. Your chain is handed over to Jabba who yanks it instantly making you stumble but keep your footing.