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#mostly because Din assumed they were foundlings and Boba just. Didn't correct him.
radioactivepeasant · 1 year
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Fic Prompts: Star Wars Wednesday
(Set immediately after the Book of Boba Fett finale)
"You sure about this?" the bounty hunter sounded like he was frowning under his helmet.
"Quit worrying!" Fennec scoffed. "Do you want to practice with the Darksaber or not?"
Boba stepped past them and slapped Din on the back. "Come on, beyora. The foundling is in good hands."
After a moment’s hesitation, Din sighed. "Alright."
He crouched down to set Grogu in front of the teenagers and said sternly, "You be respectful. You know what I mean."
Grogu squealed happily. "Bweer!"
Of course, Din instantly melted.
"I...no, no you can't come with Buir this time."
"Bweer! Bweer!"
"No, sorry buddy. You'd break the training remote. But I promise, we'll be back before bedtime, okay?"
Din scooped the toddler back up to gently tap his helmet to his forehead.
"You be good for Drash, okay? Leave the rancor alone."
"Hey, why does Drash get to be in charge?" Skad complained playfully.
Boba narrowed his eyes at him.
"You know why."
The other Mods snickered as the boy folded his arms and grunted, "Sneak out to teach the rancor tricks one time and you never live it down-"
"Well first of all, you let yourself get caught," Fennec snorted.
"Yeah, because Junior ratted me out!" Skad laughed.
"Fennec is right. Work on your stealth, Skad'ad," Boba said, a smirk betraying his feigned sternness, "and don’t let Grog'ika talk you into bothering Junior. After what Bane put him through, he needs his rest."
"Junior?" Din echoed, bewildered.
"The rancor," Drash supplied helpfully.
"You named the rancor Junior?"
"You named your 'ad Grogu?" Boba shot back.
"No I didn't! That was already his name!" Din protested.
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