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shirozen · 2 months

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Back to earth investment

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ex0rin · 3 years

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Did you ever find out what necklace post-bath Zemo is wearing? Cuz I’m curious toooo

I have not yet. The only new information I have is that it's only visible in that one scene and all of the rest of the time it seems like he's covering it up on purpose? (Or he really loves high collared shirts and turtlenecks).

If anyone has any thoughts about that necklace that Zemo wears, let me know! Otherwise it's being HC'd as being his wife's. Because I like to feel sad.

(that one)

#zemo tag #asked and answered #abunaday

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snarwor · 3 years

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Din having an incredibly tough day, lots of fighting, he’s aggressive and jumpy even after the mission. Boba takes him aside but Din ends up acting out during their alone time. How does Boba react/calm him?

Hello!! I know it’s been,,,,a while since I’ve done prompt fills! I’m chipping away at them slowly! <3 Thanks for being so patient!! I had fun writing this. Din is soft boy, and deserves the best <3

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Adrenaline was no stranger to a Mandalorian. It bled into most memories they had - foundlings remembered the fear of being saved, the fear of seeing the inside of that helmet and finding it didn’t fit, the excitement that came from their first victory in battle. Their bodies knew stress, thrived off of it.

Today wasn’t any different than one of those heart-pounding memories. They were pinned down, in an inescapable situation. Fennec was trapped under a pile of collapsed plastoid tubes, Fett was reeling from a concussive blast, and Din’s hand had gotten jammed on a sharp edge. The three of them were running out of chances to escape. “I have a plan,” Din lied, seeing Boba roll to a sitting position from their cover.

“Don’t do it,” Boba groaned. “Ship’s on its way.”

“I gotta get to Fen.” Din stole the blaster out of Fett’s hand and stood, shoulders set. Blaster bolts screamed and pinged off his armor as he stalked forward, and adrenaline filled his lungs and kept his paces steady. The pile of plastoid wasn’t too far, and a few cover fire shots rang out from Fett’s location. He dragged Fennec out of the pile and back to cover, barely managing to retrieve her rifle as well. Slave I screamed overhead, spraying turret fire over the warzone their bounty had escaped to. Din dragged the half-conscious Fennec over his shoulder and kept a hand on Boba’s armor as he ascended the loading ramp.

They had made it.

As soon as the ship jumped out of range of the return fire, Din threw off his helmet, uncaring where it clattered and rolled away. Fennec had some bruised ribs but would be alright, her head wound wasn’t nearly as serious as he’d thought. Fett seemed alright, already in the cockpit and finding their next location. Time jumped strangely after that.

Din paced the ship like a panther, pulling at his constricting armor and snarling at the pain in his hand. Stupid, stupid. The bounty would have put them all in the realm of comfortable for several months, and they let it slip away. The familiar jolt of the ship going to hyperspace brought him back to himself, and soon, Fett was standing before him, pointing his head over to their berthing. Din followed wordlessly, still far too jumpy and snappy to be any fun.

He told Fett as such, and Boba turned to look at him, softness in his gaze, though his jaw was set. “Why don’t you go cool off in the fresher.” It was very clearly not a suggestion. The fire in Din’s gut flared, manifesting in a harsh exhale and his hands balling into fists.

“No.”

“Do you think you’re going to get anything done by being angry about what you can’t change?” Boba asked. His arms crossed over his chest, the click of the durasteel armor distracting Din for a moment. He knew Boba was right, but he couldn’t shake the agitation crawling under his skin. A scream sat, half-formed, in his throat. “Strip.”

“Why?” Din sneered, though his resolve was almost gone. Boba knew that Din was probably angling for a punishment, but in his hurt state, he couldn’t even think about it. He shifted tactics.

“So I can check you for injuries.”

This pulled Din up short. He swallowed and relaxed his hands. The hurt one was really throbbing now. “Fine,” he said, but his voice held the soft sweetness he only gave to Boba. not wanting to draw attention to it, Boba moved closer, helping him out of the armor and flightsuit, until Din sat on their bed in nothing but his skin-layers.

Even these were peeled off of him, with the same carefulness Boba always gave him. His fingertips were feather-light, and pulled shivers out of his skin. Boba gave a gentle hum as he brushed his hands over a yellowing bruise on Din’s back. “Just because you can deflect blaster bolts, doesn’t mean you should always seek to do it.” Impact bruises littered the areas beneath his armor. “Let me see that hand, Din’ika.”

A soft noise ripped out of the back of Din’s throat at the affectionate term. He gave over his hand willingly. It seemed like Boba had found the secret to draining him of his excess adrenaline, and in the wake of its absence, tears sprung to his eyes. “Oh, don’t cry, sweetheart,” Boba murmured against his temple. “Let me take care of you. Will you let me?”

Din gave a soft keen, and shuddered against him. “Yes.”

“Good boy.”

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lauralot89 · 3 years

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abunaday replied to your post “not to make bold statements but the most...”:

Even the Glasgow smile was cute lmao

I have an unhealthy love for Glasgow smiles

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shirozen · 1 month