unexpected domesticity shipping meme. you never thought you'd have a home, at least not one you can call completely yours, no strings attached and no one lording above you or controlling you. you may not have even known what a "home" truly is, or thought you wanted one. now, there is a touch of domesticity in your life, no matter what things are like otherwise, because you have a home, though you may not have a house proper.
most importantly, you now have someone to share this new facet of life with - a partner. similar to you or completely different, relationship unspoken or unrealized, heavily romantic or understated, they are slowly but surely becoming someone indispensable to you. you never could have seen this coming. and, of course, with domesticity comes a certain amount of intimacy, perhaps even the ultimate physical intimacy...you may be open to that already or you're working up to it when you'd hardly considered it before.
whether your situation is for the long term as it stands, could end at any moment, or a mere disguise you're using to lay low, you're getting comfortable. how does that make you feel? will you accept a new lease on life - or will you sabotage yourself before someone else does?
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[ ooc: There we go, let me know if this works for you bb ♥ I made it the Star wars version of Christmas-y because tis the season and all that. Sorry for the TL;DR. ]
It's been a few long weeks since the Slave I had landed on the outskirts of Mon Pelgo, Boba Fett having taken a short detour on his way to Jabba The Hutt's palace to drop Din Djarin in the town and then go on his way. Not like Cobb Vanth had any idea of Mando's real name back then (and he still doesn't know it now), or about Fett's intentions. Those were made clear soon enough on the following days -- Mos Pelgo might be a backwater town in the middle of the desert but important news still travel fast on Tatooine.
Fett taking over Jabba's crime empire is the kind of headache Cobb doesn't need, and for the time being, they are not bothering each other. Whatever Fett is doing, it isn't causing trouble in his town and Cobb doesn't want to get on a Mandalorian's bad side without reason. He quite liked the Bounty Hunter, in fact, if for no other reason than he had kept his word and helped Din when the man needed it most.
Talking with Mando through the holonet and inviting him to his home, so he had some time to think and relax, had been an honest offer but not one Cobb was sure he would consider. Now, He's glad that Din had decided to stay. The rest of the townsfolk were still grateful for the man's help dealing with the Krayt dragon and the Tusken Raiders also remembered him. Cobb still couldn't speak their language properly, not beyond a handful of growls, and Din teaching him their sign language as well as Mando'a was a good way to spend their evenings together. Frankly, Cobb enjoys any excuse to spend more time with the warrior.
Unfortunately, one of the town's generators broke down yesterday, and he spent the whole afternoon and a good portion of the night fixing it. Life Day was going to happen in two days, and so many people had been cooking and adding extra lights and decorations that it had been too much for the old, rusty generators. It was the third time in two weeks that the thing broke down, and they were going to need a new one soon. If only they weren't so goddamn expensive, Cobb thought bitterly to himself as he wrestled the innards of the machine, pulling cables and chips while getting slowly toasted under the two suns. He will have to ask Din if he had any new bounty hunter job that could use a partner in crime, Cobb could use the credits.
He missed dinner with Mando due to the generators, which really soured Cobb's mood. Sure, the Mandalorian still kept his helmet on, and they didn't exactly eat at the same time but Cobb liked to cook for him. The Marshall's Worrt casserole wasn't terrible, and he was planning to make some Tatooine Terrine for Din to try on Life Day as well. He had no idea if the Madalorian celebrated those sorts of holidays but any excuse to pamper him was good enough for Cobb. When the generator finally spurted back to life late at night, Cobb dragged his sorry ass home. He could only stay awake long enough to take a sonic shower and then crash on the first bed he found.
Alas, it might or might not have been his own bed.
[Hey! I'm already really enjoying their dynamics in our other thread (and I hope you do as well!), so I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing something with them and the kid on the ship? Some sort of found family routine that can turn shippy if you're interested?]
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