Boba Fett - Blog Posts
Literally the last two episodes of book of boba could have been the start to a new season for mandalorian, we weren’t happy with last episode so u guys panicked and put three favorite characters EXCEPT THE ONE WE WANT into this episode! PAY ATTENTION TO UR FANS
Love the darth plagueis reveal because it’s 100% giving the energy of your roommate has a date over and you’re peeking out of your room to see if it’s safe to use the kitchen yet
Clone Wars AU: what if’s, featuring “what if everyone lived and outmaneuvered Order 66 and Cody and Rex became, like, space cowboys, among other things”
Meanwhile Darth Vader and Boba Fett:
Thank you @somestorythoughts for expanding 😂
I saw someone saying how Cody would comb the deserts of Tatooine to find Obi-Wan after going AWOL in The Bad Batch. Somehow, this was the first image that popped into my head:
Please, someone with artistic talent (not me) make fanart of this.
expanding on this, I think polyphemus would actually be komari vosa. in canon, she was hurt and Fell because of galidraan, and dooku puts a bounty on her to chooses a template for the clones. she is a major turning point in jango's life and I feel like she should be that here as well.
I also think maybe polites should be silas (I don't have a solid idea of silas' character, correct me if this is super ooc).
basically:
jangobi meet and fall in love before jaster's death (maybe due to jaster meeting with the jedi to possibly form an alliance)
jaster dies, the alliance fails, but jangobi stay together. though, they are now mostly focused on studies (obi-wan) and leading (jango). they at some point get married (maybe on a joint mission that mace Definitely Didn't Set Up As A Date (he did, obi-wan was getting lonely due to boyfriend withdrawals))
galidraan (troy) happens, myles dies to the jedi there. jango does kill 6 of them bare-handed (like in canon), but he feels at least a tiny bit guilty because those are his husband's people (and maybe he keeps having nightmares that one of those dead jedi is his husband)
jango starts trying to make his way back to his husband with kal (eurylochus), silas (polites), and whoever else you decide managed to survive that. silas is trying to keep jango's spirits up despite the fact he just lost his best friend and a majority of their people.
first, he's faced with komari (polyphemus) he manages to trick and defeat her. this is where silas dies, of course.
dooku confronts him, asks him to take a job. kal urges against it, jango almost agrees but changed at the last second. they flee, and land on sheeka tull's (circe's) island. sheeka gives him the advice to jump through the outer rim or something to get dooku off his tail (idk, I didn't major in how star wars travel works).
while doing that, they meet fay (tiresias) who does the whole "you won't make it home (but a more broken version of you will)" bit that tiresias does. she also, away from jango, calls obi-wan and gives him updates on his man's wherabouts.
we're skipping over the sirens and scylla unless one of y'all has any ideas.
dooku manages to redirect him (and the remains of his crew) directly to kamino (calypso's island) where they make a bunch of clones of him.
jaster's force ghost, who has up until now just been facepalming at jango's every decision, goes to check on obi-wan. he finds out about his new grandkid (anakin/telemachus). palpatine is the suitors, but he is going after anakin instead of obi-wan (he may also be going after obi-wan though, idk).
meanwhile, jango contemplates suicide on calypso's island, where he has unwillingly acquired however many of the clones you want to imagine being part of this (the more, the better).
I'm not completely sure who hermes is (maybe quinlan on an undercover mission?) but they manage to help him escape with the rest of his crew and all the clones (again. the more, the better).
I'll figure out everything else later, I honestly got farther into this than I thought I would before running out of ideas, but zeus/helios' cows have me stumped.
I was listening to epic earlier and I can't get a star wars epic au out of my brain
like, jango as odysseus, obi-wan as penelope, Anakin takes the role of telemachus, myles is polites, polyphemus I wanna say is like dooku or someone (maybe poseidon as palpatine), and athena is jaster/jaster's ghost (might be ooc, I haven't read anything he's from)
jango would be aged down or whatever, but him and obi-wan meet pre-galidraan
i just think jango and odysseus are similar types of tragic where they started off these kings with loyal crews and then disaster struck and they became corrupted and singleminded focused on one thing (odysseus getting back to his family and jango his son/legacy)
I was listening to epic earlier and I can't get a star wars epic au out of my brain
like, jango as odysseus, obi-wan as penelope, Anakin takes the role of telemachus, myles is polites, polyphemus I wanna say is like dooku or someone (maybe poseidon as palpatine), and athena is jaster/jaster's ghost (might be ooc, I haven't read anything he's from)
jango would be aged down or whatever, but him and obi-wan meet pre-galidraan
i just think jango and odysseus are similar types of tragic where they started off these kings with loyal crews and then disaster struck and they became corrupted and singleminded focused on one thing (odysseus getting back to his family and jango his son/legacy)
something i drew in the middle of the night after watching mando s2 ep 7
Inspired by a plot point in Orphan Black, please consider:
Jango is a chimera (specifically of a pair of fraternal twins, one male and one female), and the Kaminoans just went with it to have a co-ed army because uhhhh why not, mostly.
Weird side-effect is that the clones don't actually look exactly like Jango. Like family, yes, but not Just Like Him.
I don't know where I'm going with this other than "Ahsoka's bisexual awakening" and "the first time a clone gets pregnant because the birth control failed, there are lawsuits from the non-clone parent." Custody stuff, I imagine.
If the non-clone parent wants their kid and has the money, but Kamino insists all products of their product belong to Kamino and/or the GAR, or try to pressure the clone to have an abortion because That's In The Contract or something...
If I wrote it up, it would probably involve a Senator as the other parent and trying to get the pregnant clone transferred to the Corrie Guard where it's "safe" except then the Corrie's keep bringing up their "we get killed by civilians regularly and it gets marked up as property damage, maybe have that addressed before your baby momma gets her ass beat" problem. IDK it would go somewhere dark.
Maybe better to focus on Ahsoka being painfully gay.
A friend asked if Boba would still be a "true" clone, and I don't think so. He'd be a clone of the XY cells, because the Kaminoan's can't actually safely replicate a chimera.
Wow! To build up our own hype for the Fallout TV show (which we have already finished by now) @plattenbauprinz and I crafted a DinLuke AU!
Just wanted to share the final concepts of Luke, Din and Boba!
Also thanks for everyone on the DinLuke server who hyped this little idea with us hehe
I know, Fett'ika. Did you know that I'm scared of the Kaminoans, too? But they aren't here in this base. This is guard territory, and we look out for our own. And you can be a part of that, if you want to be? No one will do anything to you you don't want us to.
@corrie-bite @corrie-guard-tumbler @cc1010fox
My apologies for interrupting, sirs, but it would appear that a feral Boba Fett (@youngfett) has stumbled across the barracks, and he's wounded. I understand that I need to learn to take initiative, but I figured that it's different for Boba, you know? I mean... He's Prime's kid. After the fiasco with Aurra Sing, I want to make sure that he's got people in his corner, and who better for that than the vod'e?
Tumbler, vod, calm it. I'm freaking out just as much as you, but I refuse to scare off this kid. Also, I've seen him around before on stealth missions. I'm pretty sure he tried to shoot me once. He has almost the same biology as us, just smaller. He eats the same.
If he can get between outer rim planets for beroya jobs, he can get to Coruscant. And well, I kind of assumed if anyone knew how he got in here, it would be you.
@corrie-bite @corrie-guard-tumbler @cc1010fox
My apologies for interrupting, sirs, but it would appear that a feral Boba Fett (@youngfett) has stumbled across the barracks, and he's wounded. I understand that I need to learn to take initiative, but I figured that it's different for Boba, you know? I mean... He's Prime's kid. After the fiasco with Aurra Sing, I want to make sure that he's got people in his corner, and who better for that than the vod'e?
I- yes? Did you ever ask a brother that and get told no? If so, name and designation, please Fett'ika. Can't speak for the other battalions, but here in the guard, you will never be told no when asking a medic for help, ok? That is what we are here for. You don't even have to go into the medbay unless it's an emergency. We can talk in the bunk room or the mess if you'd rather that.
@corrie-bite @corrie-guard-tumbler @cc1010fox
My apologies for interrupting, sirs, but it would appear that a feral Boba Fett (@youngfett) has stumbled across the barracks, and he's wounded. I understand that I need to learn to take initiative, but I figured that it's different for Boba, you know? I mean... He's Prime's kid. After the fiasco with Aurra Sing, I want to make sure that he's got people in his corner, and who better for that than the vod'e?
I can't say much, but medics talk to each other. Fett'ika hasn't let a brother with a medics insignia anywhere near him in... a while. I've got your back in this, but you may need to talk to him before I try to get involved. I worry if we spook him, he'll run, and I don't want him to get hurt if he doesn't trust any of the vod'e medics to patch him back up again.
@corrie-bite @corrie-guard-tumbler @cc1010fox
My apologies for interrupting, sirs, but it would appear that a feral Boba Fett (@youngfett) has stumbled across the barracks, and he's wounded. I understand that I need to learn to take initiative, but I figured that it's different for Boba, you know? I mean... He's Prime's kid. After the fiasco with Aurra Sing, I want to make sure that he's got people in his corner, and who better for that than the vod'e?
Disney you didn't warn us we gonna cry like bitches, OK?
#canyoujusthearmescreaming
Loved this idea and story...wish there was more to this though.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Hunter & Omega & Tech & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Jango Fett & the Clones, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives Characters: CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Jango Fett, Boba Fett, Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch Additional Tags: Angst, Introspection, Kaminoans Being Assholes (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Reconditioning (Star Wars), Mind Manipulation, Post-Season/Series 01, Medical Experimentation, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Parent Jango Fett, until the Kaminoans meddled, perceived character death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Hopeful Ending, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives are Twins, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo Needs a Hug, Timeline What Timeline, I mess with them just a little, not noticeable just the Kamino years Series: Part 12 of Star Wars One-shots and unfinished WIPs. Summary:
Echo was the oldest of the Bad Batch, and he was sure they knew it. But he knew they didn’t know quite how much older he was. He was a lot older than they realised, he remembered things they weren’t alive for. And before she met them in that corridor, he remembered Omega.
We stand behind you, Temuera. ❤️
he does not get paid to deal with this shit
I like to sketch my favorite moments
Well, since we're on a Boba kick, let's go with classic Bounty Hunter Boba. You ran away from home before you were sent away to be the mistress of a distasteful Imperial Officer. When Boba finds you, because of course he does, you offer up your charms in exchange for freedom. I feel like at first he'll be all cocky, like you'll need to prove it to him that your ✨️charms✨️ are worth it. But then, once he has a taste, he's hooked...
BESTIE I LOVE HOW YOUR MIND WORKS
your parents are rich, like royalty of a whole system of planets rich. you've always been aware of the fact that you'll be married off to whomever they deem appropriate, and while you don't like it, you also understand that this is just how the galaxy works.
but then, you find out that not only is your husband-to-be an imperial officer, he's had three previous wives, all of whom died under suspicious circumstances. you try to bring this up to your parents, but they won't hear anything of it, already dreaming about the influence they'll be able to wield with their daughter as the wife of an important imperial officer.
you're determined that you won't let this bastard kill you, so you make the brave (or maybe stupid) decision to run away before the wedding.
your parents, being as rich as they are, of course hire the best bounty hunter in the galaxy.
meanwhile, boba is of the impression that this is going to be easy. you're essentially a spoiled princess, running away from home because you don't like the husband mommy and daddy picked out for you. he's seen this all play out before. you're just looking for a bit of a thrill, but soon enough you'll be hanging off your husband's arm, dazzled by the riches and influence he supposedly wields.
but.
slowly, his opinion begins to change. it takes him weeks to find you. he's never had a bounty hide out from him for this long. it's almost impressive, if he weren't so annoyed.
he finally corners you on hoth of all places, and he's completely stunned to see that you've managed to set up a small ice cave, lined with furs you must have skinned and cleaned yourself, and meagre but filling rations. you're wearing surprisingly sensible clothes, warm but also unassuming. you don't have any technology, but you wield a knife with unerring accuracy. you were prepared, that much was obvious. still, you're not formally trained, and boba's the best in the business.
it takes him longer than he'd like to admit to subdue you, and the scuffle ends with you on your back as he straddles your hips, hand pinning yours above your head as he holds a vibroblade to your throat.
"kill me," you whisper, and he once more finds himself caught off guard. "kill me, or keep me for yourself, but don't take me back to him."
he scoffs, the noise doing a poor job of masking of how rattled he is by your request. "not how this works, princess."
but you don't flinch. "either you kill me, keep me, or take me back. and I promise you, if you take me back, I'll take my own life before I let him do it."
boba doesn't want to think about what that means.
he stays quiet, pulling out a pair of cuffs and locking them around your wrists. you sigh, having expected this. he pulls you to your feet and leads you to his ship.
there, he pauses in front of the carbon-freezing unit. you can't see his expression behind his helmet, but you wonder if he's considering your offer.
but, he says nothing, and gestures for you to step into the unit. you close your eyes for a moment, already planning how you'll get access to the poison you need for a swift but painless death once you're delivered to your fiancé.
you step into the carbon-freezing unit, and the world goes dark.
~~~
when you come back to awareness, it's slow and painful. you're dizzy, confused, and you can't see a thing. your hands are no longer bound, so when you feel a firm grip on your shoulders, you instinctively lash out at who you assume is a guard, or your fiancé.
you manage to get a punch in before your wrists are grabbed, and a surprising voice filters in through the fog.
"easy, princess."
you still, eyes searching but unable to see anything.
"f-fett?"
he doesn't respond, but you allow yourself to be moved until you're settled into a seat, the cushion soft beneath your aching legs, sore from the pins and needles rushing up and down every inch of your body.
"give it a minute, princess. let me know when you can see."
it's difficult, just sitting there, vision blank, but slowly, shadows and light begin to filter back in, followed by blurry colors and shapes that slowly form into a clear picture.
the bounty hunter is sitting on a table in front of you, still in most of his armor, which explains the pain in your knuckles, but his helmet is off, revealing a stern expression, though it softens almost imperceptibly when he sees the recognition in your eyes.
"I can see you," you whisper, eyes darting around as you try to make sense of your surroundings. "where am I?"
he lets out a low laugh.
"you gave me three options, princess. remember?"
your mind flashes back to the ice cave, where you'd fought for your life, and been subdued regardless.
"kill me, keep me, or take me back and I'd kill myself."
he nods.
"it'd be a shame to kill such a pretty young thing," he says softly, tone almost mocking. "even bigger shame to let you kill yourself over that piece of bantha shit."
your mind jumps to the third option.
"so," the bounty hunter says, contemplative, with a hint of a challenge. "convince me why I should keep you."
you don't give yourself any time to second guess. you lean forward, hands landing on his broad thighs as you place your lips against his. you nibble lightly on his lower lip, letting your tongue flick out to beg for entrance. he grants it to you, though you can't tell if he's just humoring you or not.
as soon as your tongue brushes against his, he's pulling back, and you worry for a second that you've done something wrong.
but his arm wraps around your waist and yanks you forward so you're perched in his lap, hands flying to his chest to steady yourself. he looks up at you, eyes dark and hungry.
"that's a good start, princess. why don't you see what else you can do to convince me to keep you?"
mandalorian & book of boba fett spoilers⚠️
paz, book of boba fett: THE DARKSABER IS MINE YOU MUST DIE APOSTATE I HATE YOU
paz, mando s3: me and this guy have had our ups & downs but he IS my bestie
episode 5 of book of boba fett:
Din: I won the darksaber in battle, it is mine
Paz: nuh uh
sometimes family is you, the cute kid you met on the flight, and his mysterious dad
The last thing Boba expected, was to meet an utterly adorable child on the flight home, and then get mistaken for the child's buir and the riduur of the child's actual buir.
Rating: G
Pairings: Boba Fett & Grogu; Din Djarin/Boba Fett; brief Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Warnings: reference to past near-fatal jellyfish stings
Prompts: @bobadinweek 2021 day 4 | family & this
“Give us a call when you land, ok?”
Boba rolled his eyes exasperatedly at the third reminder. “Yes, O’buir.”
Obi-Wan smiled fondly at his child’s antics through the screen. “Sure you don’t want us to pick you up?”
“Yes, O’buir,” Boba sighed theatrically. “I’m 25. I can make my way home from the airport.”
But he couldn’t help the instinctive face he made when Jango appeared in the frame only to drape his arms around Obi-Wan’s waist and hook his chin over the other’s shoulder to kiss his cheek.
“Buir!” he said exasperatedly. “Stop doing that every time I call home, for Force’s sake. You can be sappy when I’m not there!”
Jango merely smirked at him while Obi-Wan hid a laugh behind his palm.
Oh Boba just knew his buir was doing it on purpose to get a rise outta him! He scowled at the pair, not that it did anything to stop them. No, they had been that way for 15 standard years already, and would be that way till they joined the ka’ra.
(And he wouldn’t have them any other way. He only hoped that he would one day find a riduur who would look at him the way his buire looked at each other.)
The hall speaker came alive with a chime, interrupting any further conversation.
“That must be your boarding call,” commented Obi-Wan. “Have a safe flight, dear. Love you.”
“Safe flight, Bob’ika. We’ll see you when you get home,” added Jango.
“Mm, yeah. Love you, buire.” Boba waved back at them before ending the call.
Sighing, he slid the datapad into his jacket and shouldered his carry-on before pulling on his buy’ce again. At the boarding announcement of the rows including his, he joined the others making their way onto the aircraft.
“Welcome aboard, sir,” greeted the Togrutan flight attendant, glancing over Boba’s documents. “We wish you a pleasant flight.”
Boba tipped his head briefly in acknowledgement. Ahead of him, the mass of people slowly inched their way to their seats. Lowering the audio input of his buy’ce to reduce the audible hum of the craft, he joined them, squeezing his way past people until he arrived at his row.
More preoccupied with getting his carry-on into the overhead cabin space, he did not fully register the presence of his row-mates until a cheerful chirp caught his attention.
“Oh,” he breathed out, sliding into his seat which was thankfully an aisle one. “And who might you be, ad’ika?”
Big brown eyes stared back at him curiously from an impossibly tiny body, floppy green ears twitching ever so slightly. The kid was swaddled in thick robe-like clothing and had a child’s seat belt fastened neatly over its body where it sat in the center seat. Tipping its head, the child cooed at Boba.
“His name is Grogu.”
Boba looked up at the person sitting by the window and his breath caught at the sight of the unpainted pure beskar buy’ce.
The mando was clad in an unassuming, loose-fitting outfit of a shirt, jacket and jeans. But Boba had grown up around ori'ramikade, his buir being one himself, and had seen them in all sorts of attire.
He knew an experienced combatant when he saw one.
(Not to mention beskar was still incredibly rare. Not even the ramikade owned pure pieces of beskar’gam. So for the mando to be wearing the pure unpainted metal and as their buy’ce no less, they had to be talented enough to still keep it even with all the aruetiise who would gladly slaughter them for it.)
“I see,” he murmured. Straightening up slightly, he offered his forearm. “Boba Fett. Clan Fett, House Mereel. He/him.”
The mando clasped Boba’s arm, a silent strength in their grip. “Mando. He/him,” he replied, offering no more information.
Boba merely nodded as they let go. It wasn’t the first time he’d met a traditionalist.
(And it elevated his opinion of the man’s skill even higher. Though it did also raise the question of why he had given out his ad’s name. Perhaps the child was not used to being addressed otherwise.)
“Well met, Mando.”
The child squeaked, waving his clawed hands at Boba. He laughed softly at the adorable cry for attention.
“Well met, Grogu,” he said seriously, gently grasping one tiny hand.
As the pre-flight announcements began, the mando distracted the child with a shiny silver ball. The kid was happy enough to play with the item, rolling it back and forth between his hands.
Meanwhile Boba pulled out his own datapad and busied himself with a few interesting research papers he’d not had time to read while juggling his semester’s course load. The 9-hour flight would give him more than enough time to make a sizable dent in his reading list.
He connected his buy’ce to the in-flight entertainment system easily enough, and was soon absorbed in his reading, strains of warbat trance playing over his internal comms.
Engrossed as he was, he barely registered the passing of time until a soft insistent patting of his thigh caught his attention. He looked down from his datapad to find the kid tapping the outside of his leg, wide eyes fixed on his buy’ce.
“What is it, ad’ika?” he asked quietly, switching off his music.
Grogu cooed at him and raised his arms up. Boba glanced over at the mando, but the man seemed unaware of his ad’s antics. The silver buy’ce gave no hint of what could be happening beneath, though Boba figured there was a good chance the man was fast asleep.
Truthfully it was highly unlikely that the mando would be willing to let his guard down enough to fall asleep on public transport, especially around so many strangers and with an ad to protect. But it was even more unlikely that he would let his ad interact so unreservedly with an unknown, even a fellow mando’ad, if he was aware of such interaction taking place.
At Boba’s prolonged inaction, the child grew more and more fussy, his whines getting louder as he smacked his hand forcefully against Boba’s leg.
Making his choice, Boba stowed away his datapad and unbuckled the kid’s seat belt, carefully lifting the child and settling him on his lap.
“Shhh, ad’ika,” he whispered, gently stroking one ear. “Your buir is sleeping.”
Grogu easily settled down, having gotten what he wanted. Boba wrapped a protective arm around the tiny body, cradling the kid close as he had his fill exploring Boba’s clothing, fiddling with the many zippers, pockets and buttons.
Perhaps it was the “buir instinct” that was often joked about by the mando’ade, but Boba found himself unconsciously smiling as Grogu played with the folds of his clothes, unbothered by the number of times he had to carefully disentangle the kid’s claws when they caught on the fabric.
“Patoo!” Grogu exclaimed softly. He lifted his hands up, straining towards Boba’s face.
Boba bent forward to let Grogu skitter his hands over the buy’ce’s cool surface, heedless of the strain in his neck at the awkward position. After a few gentle pats Grogu frowned, ears dipping down, then tapped the side of the buy’ce insistently.
“Do you want it off?” Boba asked curiously.
Grogu’s ears perked up. “Patoo!”
He tapped the buy’ce once more.
Sneaking a look over at the mando to make sure he hadn’t woken, Boba lowered the tray-table and helped Grogu onto it, making sure he supported the table with his legs. The child was incredibly light, but he’d rather not risk breaking the tray and/or endangering the kid either way.
Grogu watched him eagerly from his perch, and Boba huffed a laugh before pulling off his buy’ce and placing it on the kid’s empty seat.
“Patoo?” the kid whined, ears drooping as he reached for Boba.
“It’s ok, ad’ika,” Boba murmured, bending slightly to let Grogu run his hands over the scars on his face. “It’s ok, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
The child looked at him sadly, tipping his head in silent question.
“It was an accident,” Boba replied, running a finger across the kid’s ear. “My buire and I were freediving in the ocean near our house one evening a year ago. We didn’t see them, but I ended up swimming into a couple of jellyfish.”
“My buire were terrified,” he added quietly. “I nearly died that day.”
Grogu shuffled closer to hug Boba. Running his hand down the kid’s back, for a brief moment, Boba could’ve sworn he felt an almost familiar surge of warmth engulf him.
“Hello sir, is there any food or drink option you would like to have?”
Tensing, Boba pulled away and turned to the flight attendant, an arm wrapped protectively around Grogu. He relaxed slightly when the Twi’lek female smiled down at the child and greeted him softly.
“Do you have any broth for the kid?” he asked when Grogu turned pleading eyes on him.
The attendant briefly consulted her datapad. “Yes, we do have bone broth suitable for your child. Would you like it in a toddler-friendly cup?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
The attendant handed over the cup. “Anything for you or your partner, sir?”
Boba choked, quickly disguising it with a cough as the Twi’lek looked at him in concern. “Ah, no. We’re good, thank you.”
As the attendant moved away, Boba could still feel the heat that had rushed to his ears and the back of his neck at the mistaken assumption. Grogu squeaked at him, patting at his chest.
“She thinks your buir is my riduur and you’re my ad,” he told the kid incredulously.
Grogu simply tipped his head and cooed.
“Ok, fair enough, I can see why she might think you’re my ad. But your buir's riduur? I could be a vod.”
The kid merely squirmed forward, attention fixed on the cup Boba held rather than what he was saying. Sighing, Boba helped the child off the tray-table and onto his thighs before handing the cup over. Grogu chirped happily and snuggled into Boba’s stomach, clutching his prize triumphantly.
Boba watched him absently, mind drifting back to the attendant’s words.
He’d never thought about having an ad of his own before, not seriously at least. But as Grogu sipped at the broth, perfectly content to sit on a stranger’s lap, he could slowly paint a picture of a future for himself - one with a tiny green child and an intriguing man with a pure beskar buy’ce.
He shook his head to get rid of the fanciful idea. “Di’kut,” he cursed under his breath. “I really need to get out more.”
A thump of the cup against his chest had him firmly back in reality.
He took the offending item. “Done, Gro’ika?”
Grogu nodded seriously at him. Then to his amusement, a large yawn escaped the tiny body, almost causing the kid to topple over if not for Boba.
“Looks like it’s nap time for someone.”
Grogu yawned once more in agreement. Burrowing himself back in Boba’s arms, he blinked tiredly a few times, and was soon out like a light. Boba tucked the folds of his jacket around the kid and leaned back against the headrest.
It really wasn’t so bad - taking care of an adiik.
The dim light and low drone of the aircraft quickly had Boba feeling the exhaustion of the day. And within minutes, he too unintentionally slipped into sleep.
“Hey,” a low voice called as someone shook his arm. “We’re landing soon.”
Boba’s eyes snapped open, body tense, only to meet the dark T-visor of the mando. A surge of discomfort coursed through him as his bare face was reflected back at him.
Then he remembered the child.
“I-” he spluttered, looking down at the kid who was still fast asleep in his arms. “I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s fine,” the mando cut him off, the smooth metal of his buy’ce giving no hint of true emotion. “Let him sleep. He’s had trouble doing so the last few days.”
Boba couldn’t help the flush that crept up his neck. Here he was bare-faced (the ugly scars criss-crossing his visage exposed) and cuddling a traditionalist’s child without their express permission, and somehow he was still alive and unharmed.
It was a kriffing miracle. His buir would’ve killed others for less.
Really, the only saving grace of the situation was that his aliit was not there to make fun of his massive misstep, for which he sent a quick thanks to the ka’ra.
Then he hastily grabbed his buy’ce off the seat between them and shoved it on. And just in time too, because the flight attendants were making their landing rounds.
“Good morning sirs,” greeted the same flight attendant from before. “Could you please have your child seated with their seatbelt fastened? We will be landing soon.”
Boba’s face was on fire under his buy’ce. He was already in deep enough osik with the mando, and now the attendant’s misunderstanding was putting him in an even worse spot!
He opened his mouth to hastily correct the attendant when the mando spoke.
“We understand. Thank you.”
Boba’s jaw dropped. As the attendant went down the other rows, he numbly placed Grogu back in his seat and watched as the mando carefully fastened his kid’s seat belt.
Mando was definitely one of the strangest traditionalists he’d ever met.
“Sorry,” he finally spoke. “About the attendant, she-”
“I know. I was awake,” replied Mando. “Since Grogu started trying to get your attention.”
“Oh he was no trou- Wait. You were awake the whole time?”
Mando huffed a laugh, a warm sound that not even the vocoder could completely disguise.
“He’s fond of you. It’s… unusual,” the mando said slowly. “He generally doesn’t like others very much.”
“I see,” Boba replied faintly.
They remained in silence as the aircraft landed and everyone around them began to disembark. Boba stood as the mando unbuckled his and Grogu’s seat belts.
“Do you have a carry-on?” he asked, pulling out his own bag to sling over his shoulder.
“Elek,” said the mando. “Same compartment.”
Boba nodded and pulled out the only other bag as Mando picked up his child. When the other reached out to take the bag, Boba shook his head. “It’s fine, I can take it.”
“You have an ad,” he added when it seemed like the mando would argue.
That seemed enough to convince the mando, and the two began the long process of going through customs and collecting their luggage.
By the time they finally exited the arrival hall, Grogu was wide-awake and happily cooing at all the new sights and sounds, eagerly pointing things out to both the mando and Boba. They came to a halt right outside the taxi stand.
The mando handed the silver ball to Grogu, and the child quietened, content to play with the item.
“Vor entye, Boba Fett,” he finally said.
Boba immediately shook his head. “There is no debt between us. Children are the future.”
“This is the Way,” replied the mando quietly.
They stood in silence for a moment longer.
“Do you have a place to go?” Boba asked. “Because, you could come over for a while if you want. My buire love kids, and-”
Grogu startled as a taxi sped by, dropping the metal ball with an upset squeak, which then bounced onto the road.
“Grogu,” the mando began, when the child lifted his tiny hand and the ball zipped back into it.
Boba inhaled sharply. “A Force-user.”
Beside him, the mando went still, a predatorial calm that sent klaxon sirens ringing through Boba’s head.
“Udseii, Mando,” he said evenly, making sure to keep his posture calm and unthreatening. “I will not harm you or your ad.”
At his side, the edge of a blade threatened to slice into him. “You’re not the first nor the last to say that.”
“Haat, ijaa, haa'it!” Boba swore readily. “My buir and some of my vod are jetiise, Mando. I promise you, neither my aliit nor I will harm you or your ad.”
At that, the mando finally relaxed. For the first time, Boba could see the exhaustion that threatened to swallow the other whole, and he found himself instinctively reaching forward to steady the man.
“Your buir, could you- could you take me to them?” the mando asked. “I was told to find a Jedi. I- I can’t- The child, he’s not safe. There are people hunting him.”
Grogu whined, sensing his buir’s distress. Boba’s heart, already firmly in the kid’s grasp, ached as the mando tried to sooth the child.
“Yes,” he answered. “Yes, I can take you to him. You both will be safe with us.”
Biology Notes
A minute by minute summary of my thoughts during bio class.
Countdown begin.
This ain’t gonna be fun.
Only two min in.
She’s late.
How am I already bored?
That guy’s late.
Cal/Boba handcuffed together, working as allies?
Melidaan joins Mandalorian Empire?
I’m bored.
Clones’ first time hearing music
Clones eating real food for the first time?
Clones tour temple? (Where they hear music/eat real food for first time?)
I was right. This isn’t fun.
Soulmate AU for Charles/Erik?
Erik’s POV for first meeting?
Immediate aftermath of said first meeting?
Erik and Raven visit after Cuba?
They meet babies Kurt, Warren, Jean, maybe Scott.
They miss the sign, don’t realize it’s a school?
‘Did Charles have kids?’ moment, especially after realizing Jean’s a telepath?
Jean recognizes them from memories? All recognize them from photos and/or stories?
All the guilt when Erik sees Charles.
Cells. The powerhouse of, mitochondria is.
Phospholipid. Now there’s a word to make people flip a Scrabble board with.
Nigh impossible, you’d need lipid down first, then add phospho-, but a girl can dream.
Kurt and Warren would be adorable as childhood friends
That guy’s playing Wordle.
That guy is really, really, really bad at Wordle.
People realizing how insanely dangerous Charles is?
Erik realizing how lucky humanity is for Charles’ morality? and being very attracted to that?
Quiz on Friday, 45-50 questions, 50 points. Study slides.
Erik getting attacked by another telepath, Charles going territorial, has other telepath screaming/crying on floor, living worst nightmares, clutching head and begging for it to end, while Charles is gently comforting/fussing over Erik?
That girl is texting.
Is that guy watching Gravity Falls? Great taste.
Aw, why’d you turn the screen that way? Now I can’t see it.
Quinlan switching out Fox’s caf with decaf, letting him fall asleep, tucking him into bed?
While Fox’s asleep, using Shadow Training (TM) to do paper work? (Forgery/Ability to have multiple styli (plural of stylus) filling out multiple data pads simultaneously? (Force use?)
Quinlan leaving five min before Fox wakes up. Fox finding his paper pretty much done, crying because he’s still out of it and doesn’t want to wake up?
Quinlan making this a habit when he’s on Coruscant? Stone finding out, not telling? Fox scared if he talks about it, it’ll go away? Unable to believe it’s real?
That girl’s doing a crossword. Badly.
The answer is Lobelia. “She stole Bilbo’s spoons” is Lobelia Sackville-Baggins.
Where in Middle-Earth did she get Tauriel from? Even if she hadn’t been added solely for the purpose of paying less in royalties to Tolkien’s family, even if she had existed in the book, when in the name of all that is precious and beautiful, would she have stolen Bilbo’s spoons?
I might kill myself. This is why I shouldn’t have sat in the back row.
Only 6 min left. Heh. +60, Execute Order. I know I’m not funny.
So close, yet so far. So unbearably bored.
Is this what stream-of-consciousness notebooks look like?
I have a very odd stream of consciousness.
We get to leave early? Hallelujah!!
Goodbye!
Star Wars Fix-It Idea
What if Boba is less like… well, like Boba, and instead of going with Aurra Sing, he ends staying on Kamino for a year or two with his brothers. Before he leaves he tells then that he may not like or get along with most of them, but if they ever need info stolen or someone killed (on either side), really if they ever need a bounty hunter for anything, to comm him, and he’ll give them the friends and family discount.
Cut to later in the war, the clones don’t know Palps is a Sith, they just hate him for so, so many reasons. And then Thire, while on a comm with Fox’s batchmates, after finding Fox once more injured, covered in blood, and with no memory of where he’d been or what he’d been doing for the past week, asks how much it would cost to kill the chancellor. They spend a few weeks cashing in favors, scraping together credits (every clone in the GAR gives a few) and then reach out to Boba.
A week later Palps is taken by surprise, sniped through the head, and then disintegrated by a kid in Mandalorian armor.
boba fett in the OG trilogy does something to me. it’s the helmet and the suit. and this little move…
lord have mercy.
Sibling reunion, yay!
Fun fact! Boba was originally supposed to be Din and this was supposed to be a parody of that Princess Mononoke meme until @nightfall-1409 suggested that Omega was aiming at Boba, and I liked their idea better.
Something something, Omega being able to kick Boba's ass living rent free in my head
