#i just love boba fett so much 🥹

[daimyosprincess]

Hoi I love your works and stories. I would love to write boba fett but have no idea how. Any tips for first time boba fett writers ?

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I am but an untrained, babey writer myself but I can tell you how I crafted my approach to writing Boba!

Step 1, be obsessed with Boba Fett since childhood, grow up, rediscover your love for him and Temuera Morrison as a slightly unhinged adult.

What hopefully is not just pure rambling below the cut

I watched The Mandalorian (specifically Boba's episodes in season 2) and TBOBF a concerning amount of times, and scoured Tumblr/AO3 for fics of our fav green tin can man. Got comfy with the character, figured out what drives him, what his motivations are, what his worldview and outlook are like. Essentially, my process boiled down to the following:

Immerse myself in the source content

Read, read, read & comment, comment, comment

Talking to the authors who inspired me (like you're doing now!)

Just started writing any and everything that came to me

Read some more, commented some more

Kept writing, saved everything

Got feedback

Now obviously everyone will have their own interpretations of a character, but to me, much of Boba's outlook and personality are defined by the death of his father. He is an intelligent boy raised with love by one of the galaxy's best bounty hunters, who teaches him not only about survival but also honor, respect, and personal responsibility. Jango was far from perfect (as we all are) but he did genuinely love his son and didn't hide that from Boba.

Besides the obvious trauma of seeing his father beheaded in front of him, Boba experienced a lifetime of further trauma that would have easily made him go back on what his father instilled in him. He was angry and he was alone during this time, his motivations being centered in anger and inexorable control (as seen in his drive to keep his reputation as a hunter stellar). To him, others were a liability, caring about anyone would only lead to pain. Boba burned bright and hot, but ultimately this path was not sustainable.

After the sarlacc and his time with the Tuskens, Boba was able to grow past the shadow of his father's death--there were different ways to honor his father than just being the best. He could heal himself, lead with respect and principles that harken back to his grandfather's code (whether he knows that or not), live a life that didn't have to end on some pointless job for the galaxy's scum. Boba relearned the importance of clan, that one cannot face this existence alone. Daimyo Boba now burns strong and even, fed by hearty logs rather than dry kindling.

Some posts I found helpful in characterizing Boba:

Boba's love language is acts of service by @thefact0rygirl

The spectrum of dom/general sexual behavior in Star Wars men by @rexxdjarin

Me and @rexxdjarin's comments on her Afflictions fic

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Boba is funny send tweet

Boba's got a way with (written) words

Boba and words 2

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Boba is the sun

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Boba's relationship with being Mandalorian by @deewithani

There's obvs many more but these are the ones I could find again

I hope this was what you were looking for (and coherent lmao) and best of luck with your writing! We all can't wait to see what you come up with for our beloved Boba 💚

No pressure tags if some of these other Boba writers (and anyone else!) want to add anything to this: @rexxdjarin @thefact0rygirl @saradika @acatalystrising @thirsty-boba-fett-posts @bobathirstaccount @deewithani @writingwintermoon

[endlessthxxghts]

What are your top 5 television shows of all time?

Thank you my love @beskarandblasters for the tag 🥹 you’re making me make the hardest decision of my life, but ily anyway AHAHAHA

But SHIT, okay. Top 5. And even though they’re numbered… I physically cannot actually rank them because I love them SO MUCH, so just- top 5, truly in no specific order HAHA

New Girl

Lucifer

The Mandalorian

The Book of Boba Fett

True Blood (if you know this show, get over here, and I’ll fucking kiss you right now)

No pressure tags <3 @javierpena-inatacvest , @honeyedmiller , @tightjeansjavi , @sawymredfox , @bearsbeetsbeskar , @joels-shitty-puns , @janaispunk , & whoever else wants to participate, smooches (SORRY IF YOU’VE BEEN TAGGED ALREADY)

[undercoverpena]

Hi Jo! Congrats on passing your exam and thank you for sharing positivity with your Happy Hour asks!

A positive thing that happened to me this week was that beautiful note my wonder twin, @goodwithcheese sent in. She’s so awesome - I just love her!💜 Following her example, and because I want to help spread the joy, I wanted to give a big shoutout to her and a few other beautiful souls I’ve been fortunate enough to connect with in my short time here. (I’ll combine them so I don’t bombard your inbox with asks) 😁

In addition to all of the following being amazing writers of some of my all-time favorite fics, I would consider myself lucky to also call them friends. I’m still amazed at how much we can connect with people we’ve never met, and how many lovely people I’ve met on this site and in this fandom… we totally rock.

@goodwithcheese - Your posts and messages always make me smile and I am in awe of your writing skills. It is truly uncanny how many things we have in common - but I can’t think of a nicer person to have for my twin. The universe apparently knew there was too much awesomeness to fit into one person, so it just decided to make two of us. 😜

@kteague - You know I’m a fan of the stories you write, but more importantly, your lovely personality and beautiful replies made me a fan of you. I love seeing your interactions on my dash and always enjoy hearing from you. You did good, K. 😜

@firstofficerwiggles - I first discovered your Boba Fett & Mandalorian stories on AO3 (which are still some of my favorites) and you were the first person I was brave enough to compliment in a message on this site. Since then, you have helped me with so many of my questions about this platform and always humor me when I send you my random ramblings in your inbox. Thanks to your positive replies, I found the courage to unleash reblogs, comments, and asks on several other lovely people! ☺️

@katareyoudrilling - I haven’t known you very long, but I just love your “year of asks” and all the ‘game’ tags you send me. I know I don’t always get a response out very quickly, but I greatly appreciate you thinking of me!

There are others I could call out, but I don’t mean to take up your whole happy hour with one ask. (I’m going to hear music start anytime now as my hint to shut up and get off the stage…) 😬 I will just close with how much I do greatly appreciate all the people I have connected with here - and I’m sending you all a big hug!! 🫂 It doesn’t surprise me that an actor who seems to be one of the nicest people on the planet has some of the nicest people as his fans….thank goodness for all the amazing people in the Pedro fandom. And thank you for letting me be part of your positivity #happyhour!

thank you so much for the congrats, and I’m glad you liked this idea! and I love this, 🥹 this is so sweet and so considerate, what a lovely message this is! I’m not gonna add anymore to it, I think your kindness speaks for itself 🩷✨ (thank you for sending this in)

jo’s happy hour… continued

[fandom-friday]

My art rec for fandom Friday! Everyone look at this adorable art by bomerpascal of young baby Boba with his dad Jango omg🥹

https://www.tumblr.com/morphofan/730714266299170816/the-timing-gods-were-smiling-on-jango-fett-that?source=share

THIS IS SO SWEET! I adore @manofbeskar's style (looks like he's since changed handles), and the SOFTNESS of it all is just PERFECTION. I am truly week for Dad Jango, and this just WARMS MY HEART. Thanks so much for sending this one in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[wolfgirl-valentine]

10 fandoms 10 characters 10 Tags

Thanks for the tag @rainy-days-and-nights 🫂✨💚 sorry for the delay in answering, I been thinking about who put in the list sjsjsjsj(batalle para elegir solo a unx por fandom 🥹) so! Ten characters in no particular order.

Corvo Attano-Dishonored

I love him so much and I even named one of my cats after him 🖤

Boba Fett- Star Wars

Been obsessed with him since I was a child, a little disappointed in his treatment in recent years u_u

Garrus Vakarian- Mass Effect

My husband actually

Zuko - Avatar The las Airbender

He still has the best redemption arc in my opinion

Marko - Saga (Comic)

It was so difficult to choose only one character of this comic 😭 but if I have to he is definitely the one

Olivier Armstrong - Full Metal Alchemist

My queen 🖤✨

Arthur Morgan - Red Dead Redemption 2

I just played this game this year for the first time and the wound is still fresh 🥺

Bigby Wolf- Fables/The Wolf among us

THE big bad wolf what can I say ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Vincent Valentine- Final Fantasy VII

The reason behind the "Valentine" in my nickname xD, fun fact I haven't played FF7 for a reason or another all the copies that have ended in my hands were damaged, but I played Dirge of Cerberus a lot.

Will Graham - Hannibal (NBC)

I enjoyed how his character adapted through the series, still salty about the cancellation ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ

Tagging....uuuuuhhhh.....@sparkylulu @the-cloudy-dreamer @marvagon @dian-skywavecounty

Only if you want to :)

[photogirl894]

Man, you guys, FanX Comic Con was seriously the greatest! Definitely an experience I'll never forget! 🥰💜 I had so much fun and got to meet some celebrities that I had been so excited to see! A couple of them were some of the best encounters I've ever experienced! I want to share some of the photos I got and tell my favorite parts of the weekend, so I'm gonna put it under the cut cuz it'll probably be long 😅

THURSDAY:

We got there that night and got to see Zachary Levi (Tangled, Shazam) perform his first ever concert, which was freaking amazing! I really hope he continues to do more music cuz he's such a great singer! We got to take pictures with him afterwards cuz we'd bought premium tickets for that. He told me he liked my eye makeup, too 🥰 (He has a black eye cuz he'd fallen and busted his face earlier that day 😫)

FRIDAY:

That was when I wore my Merida cosplay and I had a few people actually ask to take pictures with me, which was sweet 😊 A lot of them, of course, were with some younger girls. I loved it!

Sadly, the Mandalorian armor my husband spent a lot of time making wasn't staying together before we went, so he had to leave it, but he kept the helmet at least! We got a picture of it all together, though. (Though he later admitted it was probably good he didn't wear it cuz he figured he would've died from how hot he would've been in it)

We got photo ops with Ashley Eckstein and Katee Sackhoff, which were pretty cool! They both told me I made an amazing Merida and my husband told Katee "This is the Way" and she said it back 😆

I got an autograph from Jim Cummings and he also recorded a personal voice message for me in both voices of Winnie the Pooh AND Tigger 🥰 (and I'd only asked for Pooh) It seriously made me cry when I listened to it cuz Pooh Bear is my whole childhood and hearing his voice say my name was just amazing! 🥹

Then...this was the best part of the whole day (more like the whole weekend)...I got to meet John Rhys-Davies from Lord of the Rings!! 🥰😆 He's one of my favorite actors of all time (and the reason I wanted to go to FanX in the first place) First of all, we get up to the table, he says hello to me with a big smile, my husband takes his helmet off and John goes, "Oh no, put it back on!" We busted up laughing and he did, too. I gave him my copy of "Fellowship of the Ring" (the book) to sign and I told him how LotR has influenced much of my life and he's one of my favorite actors ever and he said I was very kind. Then, no joke, we go to take the pictures, he puts his arms around us and says, "All right, no fooling around, this is a serious picture" and then proceeded to TICKLE US!!!! 😆😆 He tickled us and then looked down at me as I was laughing and said, "Behave!" It was so unexpected and funny! Then after a minute, he turns to my hubby and says, "Now you, go over there", nudged him to the side and then turned and hugged me! I can't even tell you how happy I was!! 🥹 I told him that made my day and he hugged me even tighter! I'm not even kidding, I don't think any other celebrity encounter will ever top this! It was fun, sweet and funny; everything I wanted and more from the one person I wanted to meet the most! I loved John Rhys-Davies so much before and now, having met him in person, I love him even more now 🥰💜 This was literally a dream come true!!

SATURDAY:

I wore my Bad Batch getup as well as some new Lego Hunter earrings I bought the previous day 🥰

Got to go to the Star Wars panel they had with Daniel Logan, Carey Jones, Katee Sackhoff and Gina Carano and man, they were so fun and funny!

I got in line to ask a question and was literally TWO people away from the front of the line when they had to end the panel 😝 But that was okay cuz my question would've been for Daniel, so I just went to his booth later and asked him there! So I got to meet young Boba Fett himself, too! 😊 I asked him, "How often do you keep in touch with Temeura Morrison?" His answer: "Never. I hate that guy. He stole my character!" 🤣🤣 Then he told me they keep in touch often, Tem is very much his dad and they're probably gonna start doing cons together! "Once I get his ass off the island and back to the States," he added 🤣🤣 He was awesome to talk to and I'm so glad I ended up going to see him, cuz I didn't originally plan to. I was the last one in his line for a little bit, so I got to talk to him for a while. He was so sweet! He also appreciated my Bad Batch outfit, which I knew he would since I know he loves the show! We both agreed we can't wait for season 3! Then his autograph was so nice, too! He took the time to do the drawing for me and even left a kind little message. Then when I went for the picture, he said, "Come here and give me a hug!" 😊 He was absolutely delightful!!

We saw a lot of fun cosplay, got some fun merch and overall, just had an amazing time! I really hope to get to go again next year and I look forward to seeing what celebrity guests they get next time 💜

[acatalystrising]

Finally, at long last, here is chapter eight of consequences! This WAS supposed to be the last chapter, but alas, I want to pour more into this story, so I will start working on chapter nine! GAHH there were so many emotions here, I just…anyway, enjoy!

(This chapter has me both shrieking and swooning, I hope you know…)

Pairing: Boba Fett x (F)Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Trigger warnings: angst, angst, and more angst…mourning a lost loved one, fluff, and feels 🥹

Series synopsis: Backstabbed and betrayed, you knew there was a bounty over your head - but when you’re captured by the infamous Boba Fett, it becomes abundantly clear that your fate is as mysterious as your captor.

Chapter eight: Aliit Ori’shya Tal'din

Pain, panic, terror…

Boba felt it, the acid slowly eating his skin. It bubbled up under his helmet even as he struggled to break free - unforgiving spiked tentacles curling around him, locking him in place. The darkness was solid, unforgiving…

Alive.

He heard them somehow - the voices of the sarlacc’s past victims. They echoed in his ears, an amalgamation of emotions: fear, regret, anger, guilt, resignation…

They may have been long dead, but somehow, they still lived on in this beast. How, he didn’t know. Nor did he want to think about it for long…he could already feel the creature trying to warp his mind. The limbs curling around him tightened, nearly snapping his bones. But even then, as he faced an agonizing death, his panicked thoughts drifted to you.

You, the one person who had made his life worthwhile. Who had changed him, impacted his life. Who’d truly seen him and inspired him to become something more. But he’d been stubborn, too focused on revenge, a job, to see what treasure he’d already had.

Perhaps if he’d stayed with you instead of choosing to pursue vengeance, he wouldn’t be in this predicament. This was his own doing, his bloodlust coming back to bite…but even still, he didn’t want to die. Didn’t want to give up.

Didn’t want to abandon you like everyone else had.

Kriff.

He hadn’t come this far, with this much rage fueling him, to let this be the end. Even then, he could hear your voice in his head, as if you were there, embracing him instead of this damn beast, urging him onward. Pleading for him to try.

And so he pulled on his rage. His anger at being in this situation. His pain of abandonment. His sorrow of his father’s loss. His drive to return to you.

Boba Fett fought back.

-

Five years later

You lowered your rifle closer to the burning sand, hoping the cloth you’d wrapped around the barrel would block the sun from flashing on the dark metal.

You peered through the scope, a grimace twisting your lips, gaze following the three guards patrolling past the palace gate. Kriff. There were always too many. Your comlink crackled to life, and you held it close to your lips as the voice on the other side sprang to life.

“There’s too many guards, at least ten on my end.” The feminine voice was twisted with concern. “They’ll shoot us the moment they see us.”

“I know, we’ll pull back. Regroup. Ta’na, meet me at the rendezvous.” You slid down the dune on your hands and knees, careful to not disturb the wafting sand on its crest. “Fortuna is a paranoid bastard.”

“You’re sure he’s got it?” Ta’na’s voice was soft, hesitant. “‘Cause this is a big risk for a shoddy piece of intel.”

“Yeah…I’m sure.” You slid to the base of the dune and stood, brushing the sand off your clothing and slinging your rifle over your shoulder. “The greedy fool has it, I just know it.”

Silence fell on the other side of the comlink, and you sighed, picking your way across the desert to your speeder’s hiding spot.

“Listen…” Ta’na spoke again, and you could sense her hesitation, even through the channel. Not this again… “You’ve been a good friend to me. And I’m only helping ya because of it. But this obsession with Fett…it’s gonna get you killed if you’re not careful.”

“I’m getting his ship back, Ta’na,” you tried to keep your tone neutral as you pulled your speeder from behind a rocky outcropping, sitting with a small sigh. “I know it sounds crazy, but I’ve never lied. Jabba’s foolishness took everything from me. I’m just…trying to get any piece of him back that I can. If I have the Slave 1, it’ll feel like he’s not so far away, you know?”

A sigh crackled over the line, but there was no further argument. “Fine, fine…get over here before your tears flood the desert.”

You rolled your eyes, revving your speeder to life, and drove away from the palace. Away from your past. Away from the last link you had to your love.

-

Ta’na was waiting for you, scarred arms crossed, her wiry build leaned against the cantina’s back wall. The Twi’lek regarded you with a small frown as you brought your speeder to a stop, a cloud of sand wafting between you. She was barely noticeable in the dark, her green skin blending with the shadows cast from the afternoon suns.

“I deserve to be paid,” she arched a brow as you dismounted the bike, still shaking the sand off your clothing. “I almost got caught, ya know. I’m a mechanic, not a mercenary. If I die, my girlfriend’s gonna make you pay for my funeral.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” you leaned against the wall beside her, taking a swig of water from your canteen. “I wouldn’t have asked for help if I could do this on my own.”

“Sure. Well, what are friends for?” She squinted in the sunlight, tilting her head slightly to the side, scarred lip twisted in a small smirk. “I’ve known you a good four, five years at this point, yeah?”

“Sounds about right,” you clipped the canteen on your hip, ignoring the pain of loss that flared in your chest like the dull ache of an old wound. “How’s it been that long?”

“Time,” she smirked, wryly laughing at her own sarcasm, as always. She tucked her hands in her grease-stained brown overalls and kicked a rock with the toe of her boot. “I’ll never forget the first time I met you. You looked like a half-dead womp rat, wandering around all lost like that.”

“Hey, I was a resilient womp rat,” you crossed your arms in mock offense, but a chuckle slipped past your lips despite your heavy mood. “Honestly I don’t know how long I would have survived if you hadn’t taken me in like a stray loth cat.”

“Hey, I may be an asshole but I’ve got a bleeding heart, in fact-“ Ta’na’s words were cut off when her comlink crackled to life. She glanced at you and answered, hand drifting to the blaster holstered to her hip. “Yeah? Who is it?”

“‘Na, you guys need to get home.” You recognized Ta’na’s girlfriend immediately, but the concern in her tone sent chills down your spine. Something was wrong. “Baby, you need to listen. I just heard that Fortuna’s been killed. Some new guy just took his place.”

“What? You’re serious?” She glanced at you, worry creasing her brow. “Who?”

“I don’t know, but everyone’s talking about it. This could be bad.”

“Gotcha, we’re coming.” Ta’na cut off the comlink and turned to her speeder, glancing at you over her shoulder. “I’m sorry, but I think you’re gonna have to kiss that ship goodbye.”

You followed her out of the lot and onto the road, noting that it did indeed seem quiet for a often busy afternoon in Mos Espa. But a new daimyo was the least of your worries at the moment. It seemed that life never made anything easy, presenting yet another roadblock between you and any connection to Boba Fett.

But you’d come too far to give up now.

-

“You’re absolutely crazy, you know that?” Ta’na leaned back in her chair, one leg crossed over the other, regarding you with a frown. “We don’t even know who this guy is. He hasn’t even been there a day and you already want to try to rob him?”

“Yes. And I’m prepared to go alone.” You paced the small living room, too lost in thought to sit, mind spinning. “The sooner I strike, the less it’ll be expected. I’m sure the idiot will want his tribute, but I’m taking my own. Look, I know it’s just a ship. But it’s-“

“I know what it means to you. I get that.” She sighed and shook her head, green eyes narrowed. “But are you ready to die for it?”

You finally sat, a weight heavier than iron resting in your chest. You met her gaze with a sigh, feeling your pain threatening to burst back to the surface.

“I lost him, ‘Na. The only person I’ve ever loved.” Your gaze dropped to the carpeted floor, shoulders slumping. “I’m honestly shocked I’ve made it as far as I have. But…I need to do this. I at least have to try.”

Ta’na pursed her lips and shifted in her seat, crossing her arms with a sigh.

“Look, not everyone has the same fond memories of that man like you do. If it was anyone else talking like this, I’d call them a liar.” She picked up a wrench and twirled it in her fingers with a sigh. “Sometimes I still don’t believe you, and I’m not sure if I wanna. But you’re my friend and I do care…”

“I know, I do. I’m not going to pretend he didn’t have a reputation for a reason,” you shrugged, feeling that weight of grief tugging harder. A tear slipped down your cheek and you sighed. “But…he loved me, ‘Na. I saw him change. And I want to honor that, even if no one else will ever understand.”

“Blast my bleeding heart,” she met your gaze, albeit harshly, lips twisted in a small frown. “I’ll help you one last time. If this doesn’t work, you’re either gonna have to find someone else, OR find something else to focus on. You can’t stay stuck here forever…okay?”

“Gods, thank you,” you nodded, relief washing through you as you went to stand. “We’d better get planning. Timing will be everything.”

“I mean it though.” Ta’na’s frown deepened as she also stood, arms still crossed. “We’ve been looking for your ghost ship for over three years. As much as you don’t wanna hear it, Fett’s dead. He’s not coming back. And I don’t think he’d want you to die too.”

You hated that truth rang in her words. You knew, deep down, that she was right. But stars…you didn’t know how to move on more than you already had.

You hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye, but perhaps, if you had his ship, you’d be able to finally let go.

-

The night was dark and windy - thick clouds nearly blotting out the moonlight above. It was perfect for your purposes, sheltering you as you slipped toward the palace that loomed ahead.

You had to be quick, no delays whatsoever.

You slipped toward the palace’s side, swallowing down your dread - moving along the stone wall as quietly as you could. It was odd, you’d noted, that neither you or Ta’na saw many guards. The new daimyo must’ve killed them all in his struggle for the throne, and you almost smirked. The man was clearly an idiot.

No matter, it only made things easier for you. And speaking of easy…the metal grate that was your ticket inside was already cut open.

You knew you should have felt alarm, considering that someone else had clearly already broke inside. But as long as they weren’t there for the ship, you could care less what they robbed.

“I’m going in,” you kept your voice a soft whisper as you slipped past the broken bars and crawled into the vent beyond.

“Okay. I’ll guide you through, but when you get to the hangar, you’re gonna have to figure out a way to open the gate.” Ta’na’s voice was soft, but the noise made you flinch. You crept down the tunnel, wrinkling your nose at the smell, until you came to a fork in the path.

“Take a left. Right is to the kitchen.”

You cut the turn and ambled down the passage as quirky as you could, distinctly aware of every sound, every shuffle, that could betray your presence. You couldn’t help but feel afraid. This place had a bloodstained history, one that you didn’t want to linger in. You didn’t want to die here, as much as you felt trapped in your life. You’d tried to live for him, and consequently yourself…but you hadn’t been able to shake the lost, empty feeling that took residence in your chest where love had lived.

You finally came to the end of the tunnel, peering through the slanted grate with a frown. The hangar was dark, and you didn’t see any guards.

You took a shuddering breath. It was time.

“Okay, going in.”

“Good luck…I mean it. Don’t die in there.” Ta’na’s concerned voice rang in your ears as you pocketed the comlink.

The grate squeaked as you pushed it open with trembling fingers, stepping out into the dark room. It was surprisingly empty, all things considered, but you felt exposed and far too out in the open as you moved across the room, heart hammering so loud in your ears you worried it would trigger an alarm. There wasn’t a soul to be seen, the hall that led further into the palace also unguarded. And to make things worse, it was silent as a tomb. It was odd, too odd, and you worried you were walking into a trap.

But the moment your gaze fell on the familiar shape of Slave 1’s hull, you couldn’t stop the tears that pricked your eyes, all concerns for your safety tossed aside.

Sure enough, despite all your doubts, it was here.

Stars, you’d know that ship anywhere. Your legs nearly shook as you approached the spacecraft with bated breath. It looked to be in surprisingly good condition despite the years it had been here. Anger flared in your chest at the thought of someone other than Boba piloting her. You slipped around to the ramp, wondering if the key code was still the same. You shot another glance over your shoulder, but still didn’t see anyone.

You stepped up on the ramp and felt a wave of emotions hit you, nearly making you lose your footing. Damn…it had been so long. There were so many memories here…

Breath snagged in your throat, you shakily typed in the key code, feeling an old warmth blossom in your chest when the door slowly opened. Stars…you were here. You were doing this. You stepped inside, greeted by a sight so familiar and yet, so foreign.

Nothing appeared to have changed.

You remembered the day he’d captured you, rescuing you from a horrid fate, unbeknownst to you - setting you on a journey you never, ever, could regret. Even if it ended in tragedy, you wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

You crept down the path you had walked so many times. Saw the inner workings of the beautiful ship you’d called home. You made your way to the cockpit, trying your best to keep your emotions in check. But gods…

The last time you were here, he’d been with you.

“I’ll be right back, little one. I promise.”

You swallowed hard, tears threatening to spill, and kept going, following the ship’s interior until you made it to the top.

You saw the empty pilot’s seat and nearly collapsed to your knees, the symbolism of the moment so heartbreakingly real. Sniffing, you turned, and saw the entrance to the cabin. You swallowed the pain down as much as you could, forcing yourself to move - to walk into that hallowed space.

It was exactly as you remembered.

You weren’t sure what was worse, seeing that pilot’s seat so barren, or the bed coated in dust. It all was too much - mere ghosts of memories long gone, a life ended, and a love that still dwelled in your heart.

You collapsed onto the bed, dust flinging into the air around you, as a broken, choked sob erupted from deep within your chest. You curled into a ball, tears staining the cover even as you desperately tried to get a catch of his scent - anything, that made you feel closer to him.

Suddenly, you heard something - a muffled feminine voice.

“…came from the vent. They can’t be far.”

You stiffened, terror locking your knees, and you tried to stifle your sobs. Shit, shit, shit. You hadn’t closed the ramp. You inwardly cursed, terror seizing your limbs to near paralysis. If anyone came inside, you’d be trapped.

“You check the ship.” The female’s voice was fading as she moved away, sealing your fate. “I’ll patrol the parameter.”

That meant there was another.

Heavy footfalls fell on the ramp, and you flinched as the intruder came down the hall. Panicked, you fumbled with your blaster, lifting it in your shaking hands and aiming it before you. If you took them by surprise, perhaps you could get away…

You were so panicked, you almost missed the distinctive clinking of spurs as the person approached.

Ahh, so now you were hearing things. Perhaps you’d truly lost it, and this was the poetic end that fate had for you. You couldn’t stop your tears, even as a shadow fell in the doorway, your enemy only a few paces away. They stepped into the room, pausing for a moment, before turning and walking into your line of sight.

Everything in you froze.

No. This couldn’t be. You were hallucinating.

A man stood before you, clad in dark green beskar. HIS beskar. The flight suit was different, black instead of tan, and the armor looked like it had been repainted, but you saw the mandalorian sigil on his left shoulderplate.

He was still as a statue - that helmet you knew so well trained on you, masking his identity. His hand fell from his blaster as if stunned.

“You…monster,” you tried to choke out words between sobs, still leveling your shaking blaster at his face. “H-how dare you. How dare you wear his armor. You…you’re not Boba. That’s not yours.”

He flinched, an odd reaction, you noted. Stars, he even looked like him - that broad build and hulking frame. He stepped forward and you flinched, backing against the wall, blaster quaking in your grasp.

“P-please, don’t hurt me; I’ll go.” You met his unseen gaze, a shudder running down your spine. “I just…I just had to say goodbye.”

When the stranger spoke, he said your name.

You blinked, shock rippling through you, when your recognized his voice. Stars, you’d know it anywhere. It carried a rasp you didn’t remember, but that didn’t matter. You slowly lowered your blaster, more tears slipping down your cheeks as you spoke the name that you’d carried for so long in your heart.

“Boba?”

“How…” he slowly approached, as if he himself didn’t believe what he was seeing. He sat at the edge of the bed, helmet tilting slightly to the side. “Is it really you?”

“Yes, it’s me,” you scooted toward him, vision still blurred with tears, jaw quivering as you took in his armored form. “How can you be alive? Gods, it’s been so long…”

“I thought I lost you,” he opened his arms, a gentle beckoning, “come here, little one.”

You whimpered, not needing to be told twice, and closed the distance between you both - wrapping your arms around him. He curled his arms around you, holding you close to his armored chest, and you closed your eyes, inhaling his familiar scent.

“Gods Boba, I don’t know if I should be happy or if I need to punch you,” you held onto him as if he was your only lifeline, burrowing your face in his chest. “If you’re here, then why…”

“That’s a long story, mesh’la, one I’ll gladly share if you wish.” His voice was tender, oh so tender. He tightened his grip on you with a deep groan. “Stars girl, I’ve missed you.”

You felt a smile slip onto your lips, and you looked up at his visored helm, tentatively placing a hand in its smooth surface.

“Listen…” his head dipped, a nearly defeated lilt in his tone. “The Sarlacc, it scarred me. I’m not…”

“You’re beautiful, Boba,” you pressed a kiss to his visor, meeting the dark patch where you knew his eyes were. “I love you no matter how you look. I’m just glad you’re here.”

He nodded, gingerly lifting his hand to his helmet and slowly lifting it off his head. The moment you saw his face, you released another whimper and hugged him tight, tears streaming down your cheeks. Scars didn’t matter. Scars didn’t define a soul. He was the same man you’d fallen in love with, and that wouldn’t ever change.

He was here. He was alive.

“That bad, huh?” His voice held mirth, but also, hesitation.

You looked up and met his gaze, those same amber eyes watching you with such depth and love you felt you were drowning.

“You,” you leaned forward, daring to kiss his cheek, “are perfect.”

He groaned, pulling you closer into a kiss, his lips still soft and gentle despite the hell he’d gone through. You kissed him with all the passion you’d held. All the memories you kept. The love that never died. And you knew, even then, as he deepened the kiss and the world faded away, that he felt the same.

When he finally parted for a breath, you pressed your forehead against his, briefly closing your eyes. Damn. So this was how it felt to be home.

“I am so glad you’re here,” he touched your cheek, lifting your chin to meet his gaze. “But why did you sneak in? You could have simply knocked. I am the daimyo now, after all.”

“I…didn’t know it was you,” you smirked, heat crawling into your cheeks. “I thought some dammed idiot daimyo was stealing your ship. So…I came to steal it back.”

“You were going to steal my ship?” He chuckled, pulling you into another kiss. “Stars alive, this is why I love you.”

The kiss became more heated, and you found yourself straddling his lap, legs hooked around his back, when your comlink chirped. His followed, and you both groaned. He motioned for you to answer yours first, and you nodded.

“Where the hell are you? Did you die?” You recognized Ta’na’s voice and smirked. “You better answer, dammit. I don’t wanna get caught too, this daimyo is a slacker but still.”

Boba’s chuckle rumbled through you, and you blushed. You couldn’t help but laugh despite the roller coaster of emotions you’d been through.

“I’m okay, promise. Do me a favor and come to the front gate.” You met Boba’s gaze and smiled when he kissed you on the cheek, dragging his lips along your jawline, making you shudder. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”

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[jabean-fanfiction]

As someone who constantly keeps re-reading 'Falling Into Light' and patiently awaits for 'A Light in the Dark' updates, I have so many questions AKXJEJJSNXNDMEKSKKHHFBRHDJ so, here are some of them (because I forgot the rest)

Do you believe in the Darth Jar Jar theory?

Do you think Sidious truly used Padmé's lifeforce to ensure Vader lived?

Will Rogue One survive in ALITD? 🥹

Do you ever see Anakin and Rey actually marrying and having kids? Like, I don't know, seems like a dream, but what do you think?

That's all from me! Seriously, from the core of my heart, thank you for writing your stories, I absolutely love all of them, even the HP ones. Your ideas are marvellous and mind-blowing <33 (and also that you might have inspired a fic from my end and it's currently in the drafting stage akxbejsjjsjsndnjds full credits to you <33)

Again, thank you so so much. Have a wonderful day/night ahead <33

Thanks so much for the ask. I rarely get asks, so I’m just completely tickled pink right now. And your words are so very kind. Thank you 💜

So, onto your questions… I do not believe in the Darth Jar Jar theory. I figured that because the Emperor was human (albeit an extremely wrinkly one) in the original trilogy, that there was no way Jar Jar was the Sith Lord. For me it was and has always been Palpatine. The fact that Jar Jar has yellow eyes, well… so do plenty of other beings in Star Wars. Doesn’t mean anything.

I’m still humming and hawing over the Padme life force thing. It could work, and I think that it does work a lot better than George Lucas’ ‘she died of a broken heart’ excuse. It would totally be something that Palpatine would do, too. His whole thing with Anakin was to get him alone. Whether that was in the chancellors office for their meetings, social visits, etc. or splitting Anakin from all of his supports — Obi-Wan, the Jedi Order (not that they were super supportive of Anakin personally), Ahsoka (I have to watch the Clone Wars still, but I’ve a feeling Palpatine was the one who orchestrated Ahsoka being framed for the terrorist attack(??) against the Order. He shook her belief in the Order and at the very least indirectly caused her to walk away from it), and finally Padme. He kept coming between her and Anakin throughout their “secret” relationship. I feel, at the very least, Anakin knows that Palpatine had something to do with her death.

I’m not sure with Rogue One surviving ALITD. They won’t die on Scarif, I can say that at least. But, I don’t know if they will survive everything. I kind of ignored them in Falling Into Light, and I know that I don’t want to do that in ALITD. But whether they survive to the epilogue, I don’t know. The same thing with Boba Fett. I know how I want to introduce him into ALITD, but beyond that I’m not entirely sure what to do with him. (Not that you asked about Boba, but he was on my mind)

I can definitely see Rey and Anakin in a committed relationship, whether that’s marriage or not 🤷‍♀️ I’m not big on marriage myself, having grown up in a home that looked perfect from the outside, but had parents that complained to their kids (me) about one another. It’s left me quite jaded and cynical in regards to marriage being a dream/fairytale, etc. but who knows? Perhaps. If it feels natural in ALITD, it might happen. The same thing with kids. Although, I’m not sure either Rey or Anakin would consider themselves fit to have kids. They definitely aren’t at present in the story, but…we’ll see.

You’ll have to send me a link to your story when you post it! I totally want to read it 💜

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Just thinking about Din entertaining your weird thoughts as you go planet hopping.

*both of you just staring into the lava flats on Nevarro*

Have you ever wanted to dip your hands in lava?

Maybe once.

Is that why you wear gloves?

We’re getting off topic.

*cruising in the Razor Crest*

Could we turn off the grav one night?

Why?

My back hurts and I’m curious.

*laying in the fields of Loth*

I want us to build a house right here so we can attract Loth cats and become the crazy cat couple.

Ok, but you’re responsible for the litter.

And finally *Din staring off into the sky’s of Bespin and you have your arm around him*

Have you ever wanted to reach out and eat clouds?

Din, I was just thinking the same thing.

237 notes - Posted January 7, 2022

#4

I’m watching videos of Din and Grogu’s debuts at Disneyland and here’s the best lines from Din I’ve heard so far. (Also a video example under the cut 🥰)

1)

*someone wants to take a picture*

Din: Grogu, look at that *points at the camera*

Grogu: 😃

2)

Din: What do we say Grogu?

Grogu: eh!

Din: Good job :)

3)

*talking to a kid*

Din: Looks like you two (other being Grogu) would get along.

Din (to Grogu): Say goodbye to your friend.

Grogu: ehhhehehhhh (bye)

4)

Grogu: *making hesitant noises*

Din: Grogu’s a bit shy. He wants Boba.

(Boba the fun uncle confirmed canon)

5)

the best one BY FAR

*someone offers Grogu the ball™️*

Din: No thank you, but that’s very kind. He has plenty of toys in his ship.

DIN’S GIVEN GROGU MORE TOYS I - 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Here’s a video of some vloggers that aren’t too Disney rotten that covered it. They time stamped the video so you don’t have to go looking for them 🥰

But Din’s so polite. And he’s so soft spoken it’s hard to hear him in the parks 🥹 (which I do hope they raise the volume on his voice a bit, but still the fact that Din’s the only time they’ve had that problem 😭😭)

Again, props to the cast members (both performing and not) for dealing with the crowds. They don’t get paid enough for this

245 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#3

As much as I love fics about Din and reader sharing a space and bubbling up feelings for each other until it pops; tell me you wouldn’t start immediately heating up, twiddling your thumbs, rocking your foot, messing up your words, and smiling when you’re this close to him

Gif credit: @themandaloriandaily

250 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#2

Just the fact that Din Djarin is a cuddler confirmed is enough to keep me going until the season release

373 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hey so I’m watchin Mandalorian Season 2 again, and maybe I’ve got another theory as to why the Tusken Raiders gave Cobb Vanth the rancid melon (as opposed to Boba receiving a fresh melon in The Book of Boba Fett)

As Din is translating for Cobb, this is what he translates: “He says your people steal their water and now you insult them by not drinking it.”

What if these particular Tusken Raiders were so low on water resources due to the town of Mos Pelgo that they were forced to drink rancid melons to survive as a clan? And now Cobb, contributor to their drought, refuses to drink it as their guest.

Cause that’s messed up

467 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

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