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fic: buffing beskar
30 August 2021 05:35 pmbuffing beskar (689 words) by wrennette
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Din Djarin & Boba Fett, pre Boba Fett/Din Djarin
Characters: Boba Fett, Din Djarin
Additional Tags: post Tython, Pre Finale, armour, Pre-Relationship, Testing the Waters, Blanket Permission, DON'T COPY OR REPOST TO ANOTHER SITE, Present Tense
Series: Part 2 of bobadin week 2021
Summary:
All is quiet in the cramped cargo area, the soft susurrus of carborundum grit rubbed over metal plate, the slight creak of weight shifting. Din sits unobtrusively in the corner, watching as Boba slowly, meditatively buffs away at chipped paint. Beneath the faded green is an equally chipped layer of pale primer, and once that is wiped off, the metal glints in the dim light.
Din feels a bit like a voyeur, watching Boba clean away the years of damage to his armour. Now that Din's seen Boba's fighting experience while wearing the armour, there can be no question that it's actually his. Every Mandalorian tweaked and fitted their armour differently, no two sets identical. And now that Din's seen Boba in armour, seeing him without feels almost uncomfortably intimate.
Boba lifts the section of plate he's been scouring, tilting it this way and that to ensure that he hasn't missed any spots. He rubs over the surface with a soft rag, as gentle as if he were cleaning a child's face. ( Read more... )
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Din Djarin & Boba Fett, pre Boba Fett/Din Djarin
Characters: Boba Fett, Din Djarin
Additional Tags: post Tython, Pre Finale, armour, Pre-Relationship, Testing the Waters, Blanket Permission, DON'T COPY OR REPOST TO ANOTHER SITE, Present Tense
Series: Part 2 of bobadin week 2021
Summary:
now that Din's seen Boba in armour, seeing him without feels almost uncomfortably intimate.
All is quiet in the cramped cargo area, the soft susurrus of carborundum grit rubbed over metal plate, the slight creak of weight shifting. Din sits unobtrusively in the corner, watching as Boba slowly, meditatively buffs away at chipped paint. Beneath the faded green is an equally chipped layer of pale primer, and once that is wiped off, the metal glints in the dim light.
Din feels a bit like a voyeur, watching Boba clean away the years of damage to his armour. Now that Din's seen Boba's fighting experience while wearing the armour, there can be no question that it's actually his. Every Mandalorian tweaked and fitted their armour differently, no two sets identical. And now that Din's seen Boba in armour, seeing him without feels almost uncomfortably intimate.
Boba lifts the section of plate he's been scouring, tilting it this way and that to ensure that he hasn't missed any spots. He rubs over the surface with a soft rag, as gentle as if he were cleaning a child's face. ( Read more... )
