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Lol yes and Fennec walks in like "tf was that?" 🤨
Them: nothing *stare intensely*
Fennec sighs "c'mon Grogu, lets give your dads some space"
Them: 👨❤️💋👨
#what do you mean this didn’t happen
But Din loves him so there's that
are you guys realizing yet that my interpretation of the star wars universe is just "gay men and lesbians being best friends, but also hating each other" (twitter) [ID in Alt Text]
So this just kind of... happened?
fennec is so done with their bullshit
i was bored
tbobf kinda already invalidated a lot of my "Din participating in Boba's court" ideas, but when has canon ever stopped me before huh
Anyway Din being "hired" on as the scary intimidating background guy who only occasionally has to put his hand on his blaster and take a half step forward before whoever caused the offense is cowering back and begging for forgiveness. ("Hired" because Boba keeps trying to pay Din for his time but Din keeps refusing the credits, the noble bastard) It's not that any of them think that, somehow, between his reputation and his own charismatic aura, Boba can't keep control of his court himself. It's more that two fully armored Mandalorians send a stronger message than one.
They're trying to work smarter, not harder.
Besides, Din needed purpose (and a place to lick his wounds) and it soothes the honorable part of Boba's soul that tells him their deal still isn't done. That Boba still owes him something, anything, to fill the child-sized gap in Din's life. Providing safe haven and a steady job is the least he can do.
And, less altruistically, he can't say he doesn't enjoy watching how quickly insolence turns to simpering terror when Din steps forward out of the shadows behind Boba's throne to take his place at the king's side. It might have bruised his ego, once upon a time, but he's older now and it all works in his favor anyway, so he can't really summon up the energy to give a shit if people find Din scarier than him.
There's something about being one of the privileged few to really know Din beyond his beskar that makes the intimidation factor fascinating, as well.
Beneath their armor, Boba and Din couldn't be less alike. Where Boba spent his life in pursuit of things like revenge and notoriety, Din spent his desperately fighting to stay beneath the entire galaxy's radar. The armor is as much a barrier between Din's true personality and the world as it is a physical one. Beneath the beskar, Boba was surprised to find a quiet and gentle man, almost demure in his mannerisms, with a keen practical sort of intelligence that didn't seem to extend very far into social matters. Luckily for Din, all of his one word answers, impolite staring, and clipped almost droid-like speech patterns tended to translate as intimidating rather than awkward, when coupled with the severe t-visor helmet and the broad pauldrons on his shoulders.
Luckier still was that Din had the skills to back up that image he'd created for himself.
Perhaps "luck" wasn't the right term, Boba muses, watching yet another previously rudely arrogant visitor fall over himself to bow before him and spew panicked apologies. Din stands at attention, just a foot or so past the edge of the throne, fingers tapping a rhythm against the saber at his hip, looking every inch the legendary deadly hunter that he is.
The cretin who insulted Boba just moments ago bows and scrapes their way out of the throne room under Din's watchful eye. It used to be Fennec's job to put the fear of the Maker into any unruly visitors. But she hates talking to idiots almost as much as Boba does and Din takes care of the problems without ever having to say a word. Fennec is gone from Boba's side, away on a mission, but Boba can almost see her leaning over to elbow him in the side for how blatantly he's enjoying Din's little show. She's always been perceptive like that.
"That was a bit much, don't you think?" Boba says, stretching his arms over his head until his sore joints pop.
Din huffs through his vocoder and steps back to his place beside the throne, relaxed, fingers stuck back in his belt.
"Maybe so." he agrees easily.
Boba barks out a laugh. Din couldn't be easier to read if he tried.
"You wanted to rip his kriffing head off, admit it."
Din shrugs, shifting to lean slightly against the throne, bringing him closer to Boba's side. Boba knows its stupid, there's no way he'd be able to feel Din through both of their armor, but he feels warmed nonetheless.
"I've heard much worse in my time, Djarin." Boba continues, quietly. "But your concern is...appreciated."
"Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadass'la." Din recites.
Boba's Mando'a is rusty with disuse, but he knows that saying.
"Din--"
"You are more than the circumstances of your birth. You're not just another man's legacy. And you were wrong, by the way."
"Wrong? About what?" Boba asks, bemused.
"I didn't want to rip that shabuir's head off. I wanted to cut his tongue out. The honor of the kill goes to you."
Boba stares, at a loss for words.
For all his gentleness, Din still has the heart of a warrior. He radiates fierce protectiveness for those he loves. People he considers family, clan. To Boba, it feels like standing with his face turned up towards the twin suns, bright and all encompassing.
Boba hasn't felt that kind of warmth since the Tuskens. Since Jango. Hadn't thought he ever would again, hadn't wanted to.
It feels good.
"Thank you." He manages, unsure of what else to say in the moment.
Din slowly inclines his head. As he turns away to begin surveying the room, the mudhorn signet on his pauldron catches the dim light.
It's been a long while since Boba Fett was part of a clan. It's been a long while since he's dared to want such a thing. Din makes him want things for himself. A dangerous risk. But one he thinks he might be ready to take again.
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"Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadass'la." A Mandalorian saying that translates to "Nobody cares who your father was, only the father you'll be." Less literally, its meaning is along the lines of your lineage meaning less than what you make of yourself. The cowardly vistor who insults Boba in this story made some stupid comment about Boba being a clone and not worthy of respect because of that (I couldn't figure out how to directly say that so I just implied as heavily as I could lol), so I thought this phrase would be a good fit for the situation.
Shabuir roughly means something like "son of a bitch" from my understanding
I blame all y’all writing good boba/din on AO3 for this 😤
damn right my fist post is a wip of gay space dads
Just realised i forgot to post this?? I think this fic changed my brain chemistry i will never be the same again
(Art of one of my favourite scenes from A Simple Thing by @ryehouses)
Classic Boba Fett Flirting Protocol: Activated
Back up the stairs again I am a different man A broken mirror only shows as best it can Running in shoes that shine With blood that isn't mine A staining trophy of the battles I've survived
I wanna finish a Casual Cowboy Friday Bobadin fanfic, but I don’t really have anyone to bounce ideas off of... so far I only have 2 scenes of them saving each other, and I wanna do a bit more! I don’t think it needs a plot, but a few scenes with Boba and Din bonding over being cowboys, and translating Star wars ideas into wild west stuff...
If anyone wants to chat about Cowboys, DM me, I would be very grateful! I can also proofread and other stuff, so I hope it would be mutually beneficial uwu