“But they believe in evil still,” said Galinda with a yawn. “Isn’t that funny, that deity is passé but the attributes and implications of deity linger–”
“Sit.” The word cut through the room, calm and absolute.
Din froze.
Boba saw it immediately. The instinctive obedience. The shame that followed it. The way Din seemed to resent himself for responding before he had chosen to.
Interesting. Dangerous.
Boba softened his voice, but not the command beneath it.
“You are not in my throne room,” he said. “You are not in your covert. I am not your Armorer. If you want to leave, the door is there.”
Din did not look at the door.
“If you stay,” Boba continued, “you sit down and let me check the wound you are pretending not to favor.”
A pause.
Then, slowly, Din sat.
Boba said nothing about the victory.
He crossed the room and crouched in front of him, scanner in hand. Din stayed painfully still as Boba moved the device along his side. There it was: bruising beneath the ribs, a poorly sealed burn near the shoulder, strain through the right arm.
Nothing fatal. All ignored.
“Not injured,” Boba repeated dryly.
Din said nothing.
Boba set the scanner aside. “You make a habit of this?”
“What?”
“Bleeding quietly.”
Din’s helmet tilted down toward him. “It is not important.”
Boba’s hand stilled over the clasp of Din’s pauldron.
There were answers to that. Sharp ones. Cruel ones. True ones.
He chose the simplest.
“You are.”
Din stopped breathing.
Only for a moment.
But Boba heard it.
He unclasped the pauldron with careful hands, giving Din enough time to stop him. Din did not. The beskar came free with a soft metallic sound and was set respectfully on the table.
Piece by piece, Boba removed only what he needed to reach the burn.
No more.
He did not ask for the helmet.
He would not.
That mattered. He could feel the moment Din realized it mattered.
The silence shifted again. Less brittle now. Not safe, not yet, but no longer sharp enough to kill.
Boba cleaned the wound. Din’s gloved fingers curled against his thigh, but he made no sound.
Of course he didn’t.
“You can react,” Boba said.
“I am.”
“No,” Boba said, pressing the bacta patch into place with more gentleness than his reputation would have allowed. “You are enduring. There is a difference.”
Din’s visor lowered toward him.
Boba looked up.
For a strange second, he wished he could see his eyes.
The thought came uninvited. He pushed it aside.
My first time writing about BobaDin (my first time trying to make a fic), this is a fragment of the story I'm writing.
dincobb, FWB prelude, i wrote this probably 5 years ago and dropped it for whatever reason, but i stand by a lot of what Cobb is in this
Mandalorian, pre-canon, Tatooine, featuring probably sex worker Cobb
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Tatooine is a hotbed for bounties. Din learns this early in his career. He also learns of the other things Tatooine has to offer.
"You're looking lonely, hunter."
There's a long line of a man in a doorway of the many stone and mud huts that make up this part of the city. His hair has a sort of spiked quality to it, and his eyes are sharp and forward. It reminds Din of a predator's gaze, and isn't by the man's growing smile, teeth that appear all too sharp.
Din knows little of Tatooine's people other than the majority are downtrodden in many ways, displaced and forced together, but the harsh environment has been known to breed harsh creatures.
"Are you asking for something?" Din says, attempting to keep his voice low, cold, impassable.
"I might be." The man sets a hand on his hip as he leans against the door frame. " i got a lot of things I can give."
From the cut of his figure and the slip of skin exposed at his waist, din can rightly guess what this man has to offer.
He crosses the street. "How much?"
"Depends on what you ask for." The man's eyes wander over Din's body, likely assessing the value of what he carries. The only pure beskar he has is his helm and any who has dared try touching it never lived to tell the tale. "Depends on how much time an important person like you has."
He stretches out his hand as if to caress Din's breastplate, but Din takes a step back, and the man's hand falls, but his gaze, sharp and undettered, remains.
Hunts are long and lonely, Din's discovered. There's a difference between the intimacy he receives at the Covert with those of the Creed and the type this man is offering.
"I don't have much time," Din says, thinking he might talk himself out of it.
"Strike you a deal then. Half price." The man winks.
"I have a . . . lot of stipulations."
"Good for me I'm a great listener." There's all those teeth again.
A part of him wants to know how sharp this man is. If he's as much of a predator as he seems.
"You seem like you bite."
There's a flash of incisors as the man chuckles. "Now what gives you that impression? Tell you what, hunter, I'll suck you off for half, hm? How does that sound."
He stretches out his hand again and Din lets a solitary finger drift along his bandolier. He then sinks it into an empty slot, and Din allows himself to be pulled into the single room dwelling.
It is sparse, functional, and no perceivable threat as Din toggles the settings on his helmet to scan the walls for any hidden mass. He finds none.
"You like what you see?" the man says as his hands trail to Din's waist, seeking out buckles to relieve and release. He nearly gets a hand on Din's holster and Din grabs his wrist.
"Not that."
"Anything for you." He watches the man sink to his knees and peel apart layers to remove Din's codpiece, freeing his soft cock.
"That gentleman upstairs - he sees me for who I am. Unlike you, he does not wish for me to don some ridiculous gown and go with him to some absurd ball. He does not wish for me to change. And neither do I."
Haven't been feeling the greatest today so if I could get $10 for the bus so I don't have to walk home that would be a huge boon. (I'm not near an ATM I can use so I need to get cashback from a 7-11 or Ralphs and they only let you take out in $10 increments. Plus then I'd be able to take the bus both ways tomorrow too so, whee). Paypal's here or ko-fi's here.
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