#he cares about boba and you can pry this thought from my cold dead hands

[nibeul]

yeah they’re an objectively bad person but also have you seen how they’re the only one who genuinely cares about that kid

#this is about bossk and boba btw #this is not me promoting abusive people as parents do not twist it that way #anyway time for me to ramble because I wrote a fic for them and they're all I can think about rn #lizard uncle... #bossk was the only person to remain loyal to boba throughout it all #even in prison they stuck together #he's cheering boba on in the background when boba's picking a fight with obi wan #they plan their escape together #bossk calls him boss all the time and clearly respects him #but also that is a child and he wants the kid to be ok #as ok as he can be anyway #like bossk definitely isn't a dad #but I think he can be an uncle #he cares about boba and you can pry this thought from my cold dead hands #gods imagine after boba is presumed dead #why did my thoughts take me here idk

[mandospace]

very soft thought that wrecked me shit: when he was still alive, Jango had a favorite dish coughMandalorianratatouillecough he would make, esp if Boba was sad or sick. Years later the two of you are dating, he's never mentioned this dish to you before. You notice he's having a rough day and decide to make him something good to eat to cheer him up and by chance make that same dish, which you had just found on the net and thought looked good

Oh... oh my god. This is so sweet and soft and you just ripped my heart out and stomped all over it. I hope you’re happy now~~

You weren’t sure what planet the two of you had landed on, but whichever one it was, it was dark and rainy. It had been pouring constantly for the past two days and when Boba had stomped into the ship soaking wet with no bounty in sight, you knew he was having a rough day.

Boba didn’t say two words to you before he was peeling off his beskar and soaked underclothes on his way to the fresher. He was grumbling something under his breath, but you didn’t catch it all. Something about “rains more here than Kamino.” You weren’t sure exactly what that was or why he was in such a bad mood, but you knew that you would make your grumpy bounty hunter feel better if it was the last thing you did.

Days spent on the ship alone meant a lot of down time, and in that down time you had picked up cooking. You would search the holopad for hours, trying to find a recipe that would work with what meager food you had stashed on the ship. You had made the dish you were now preparing once before when Boba was out hunting. It was fairly simple and you had all the ingredients.

By the time Boba emerged from the fresher, trousers hanging low on his hips and a towel tossed around his muscly shoulders, the dish was piping hot and ready to be served. Boba had sat down at the small Holochess table tucked away in the corner that the two of you used as a table and you placed the meal in front of him. His face paled and it looked like he had seen a ghost.

“What’s wrong? Does it not look good?” you asked. The worry had begun to swirl in your stomach.

“How...” Boba picked up the spoon and he nudged the stew. “Where did you find this recipe?”

“The holopad, why?” you started to chew your bottom lip in worry. “Have you had it before? Did you not like it? I thought it was pretty good—”

“I’ve had it before, yes,” Boba cut you off as he scooped up a portion of the steaming stew. He brought it to his face, smelling it before he tasted it. Boba closed his eyes and let out a satisfied moan. “Kriff, it even tastes like his too.”

“Tastes like who’s?”

“My father’s. It’s a Mandalorian recipe, he would always make it for me when I was sick or sad. I haven’t had this since he died.”

“Oh, Boba, I’m sorry,” you felt so guilty for bringing up his past unintentionally when he was already having a rough day. “I can make you something else if you’d like—”

“If you take this bowl away I will shoot you, and I mean it.” Boba’s eyes met yours. “I don’t care if we’re together, I will literally shoot you. You will have to pry this bowl from my cold, dead hands before I let you take it away from me.”

You couldn’t help but blink at the bounty hunter in shock. “So... you like it?”

“Mesh’la,” Boba reached for your hand and tugged you onto his lap. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips, trying to convey all the love he held for you in that moment. “I love it. And I love you.”

“I love you too, Boba,” you could feel the blush settling on your cheeks.

“And thank you.”

“For what?”

“For giving me a piece of my father back.”

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