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Ovi - Din/Paz/Boba

Fett’s gaze shifts to him. Din doesn’t meet his gaze, turning his focus onto his tea, and he can’t quite sparse how he feels about the man. He takes the helmet off, but in the face of no tribe and finally meeting another member of his species, Paz doesn’t seem to care. If he won’t react, Din won’t, either. But Fett is still a stranger, still a potential threat, and it leaves Din on edge.

“Never knew how successful mating with a human male could be,” Fett says. “Supposed a woman would be a little easier.”

“My carrier was female,” Paz says. “But he was--”

“Fine,” Din snips. “It went fine.”

Paz looks at him. Din still sips more tea, glaring at his own knee, while Fett sits in silence. Paz’s hand comes to his upper arm to stroke. “It went perfect,” he says in a soft voice, and Din shuts his eyes. “The boys wouldn’t exist if he hadn’t been perfect.”

“Clearly,” Fett says. “... Didn’t mean to criticize.”

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“You were a Mandalorian.”

“Foundling.” He spits the meat back into the empty cup beside him, the taste gone, and instead picks up the wine. It at least tastes like a good dinner. “The memories are… hazy. Like when you try to remember being a toddler now. Half of what I remember is from reading about that time.”

“But you’ve seen a lot,” Boba says, and Din draws in a breath.

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Din begins to adjust to the reality that his secret is known, and accepted. Meanwhile, Boba and Fennec start poking into 200 years of history.

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“Do you feel okay?” he says. He gestures to the nest.

“... No,” Paz says.

Din tilts his head to the side. Paz only slumps into the nest, curling up as if to sleep, and Din walks over to sit on the edge. With a sigh, he places his hand on Paz’s bicep. “What is it?” he says. “If it’s not human, I don’t know.”

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After being in space for months, and their fuel low, Din and Paz are a little stressed. As soon as issues of a biological nature come up, there is suddenly only one solution. Sequel to Generous Offers.

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that bobadin anon made me think about the power trio.

[Image ID: Din Djarin, Boba Fett, and Fennec Shand stare challenging at the viewer. Din sits on Boba’s lap, while Boba gamely holds him in place. Fennec leans on a palm and lifts her chin defiantly half-behind those two. The first image is in black and white, the second one shows the trio in color and perched on an elongated Hutt throne against a mustard-yellow and pink background. End Image ID]

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In Defence of A/B/O fics

This needs to be everywhere in fandoms

From Kendal Alexios on the TikTok (see source for link)

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Every once in a while, they indulge. It's easy to scratch the itch they share, though it only exists between them, in their space, their time. Even in trusted conversations, this is theirs.

An exercise in trust, and depravity.

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“I believe you,” Boba says. He rolls up his sleeve and turns his forearm, soft skin up, though not much of his skin is so soft anymore. He doesn’t know how Din does it, has never been fed on himself. Most seem to prefer the throat. For a moment, Din only stares at him, but slowly—

He begins to break, and his breathing increases a little, eyes fixed to Boba’s arm.

"How do I know this isn't a trap," he whispers.

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From the start, Boba and Fennec notice that something about Din is not quite right. But alone with him on Tatooine, it's time to find some answers, even if they may dangerous ones.

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vamp!din series of oneshots confirmed

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[nudity warning] at this point I feel like the folks who’ve been around a couple weeks know that doodley birbs mean something is Up

hey it’d be kinda hot if Boba wore nothing but a robe and a boot. middle aged man (appreciative)

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Vamp Din - “Discovery”

“Are you going to come out?”

Din doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak. Boba can feel his presence, anyway, and the knowledge of what the man is has changed it beyond what he realized he was feeling. His presence is… colder. Haunting. What Boba thought to be off is now chilling. To some, a vampire is a ravenous monster with little control if any. He knows that is not what Din is. But the whispers of his nature still send a chill down Boba’s spine in just knowing what is in the room with him.

Fennec is still nearby. She stays nearby now, and he stays near her, in case Din does come back to them. Neither will believe he’s an out-of-control monster after the experience they’ve had with him, but his kind have done much in the name of satisfying their hunger, and they can’t be sure what hunger will do to him.

But there’s finally a shuffle, the clink of beskar, and Din is stepping around the corner into the throne room. His helmet is off and in his hands, and for a moment Boba has to swallow back the strike of fear when he looks into Din’s eyes for the first time. The chill that only comes from feeling like prey.

“How did you know,” Din says.

Boba straightens up. His face is more gaunt and pale, thinner like he’s been aged and starved. His breathing is just a little more labored than it should be and Maker, Boba can barely look into the red eyes rimmed thick with black. He draws in a breath. “You hid it well,” he says. “I think we’ve just spent too much time around each other.”

“But what was it,” Din says.

“How old are you?”

“201.” Din growls, a raspy sound out of his throat. “How did you figure it out.”

Boba has heard of vampires being far older, and he’s still younger than some species naturally age. But for a human? And he’s sure Din was human once, looking at his face, unless he’s something else that mimics humanity well. “The helmet,” he says. “You said religious reasons but that didn’t feel quite right. I’ve never seen you eat real food. You and Dune were secretive about something and you were less irritated when she came into the picture.” He pauses. “She lets you feed off her?”

Din doesn’t answer, looking at him and unnaturally still.

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Vampire AU (Din/Boba/Fennec)

Vampire AU with Din/Boba/Fennec. Little WIP bit :)

They’ll taste so good. So sweet. To sink his fangs into their skin and drink, feel the fluttering of their pulse in his mouth, and Maker the taste of blood from one in the throes of orgasm is unmatched by any worldly food. The cage muzzle doesn’t gag him, only stops him from biting, his mouth horribly empty with nothing to at least bite on. Their voices move around the bed and he can only let out a soft whimper.

“Boba,” he breathes out.

Their voices stop. Footsteps, and Boba’s blood scent, approach. A hand settles on the back of his shoulder and Din takes a deep breath, cuffed hands outstretched and knees tugged up. “Din,” Boba said.

“You can take it off.”

“Take what off.”

“The… this.” Din presses his cheek down to the bed, trying to point out the muzzle. “It’s… I’m fine.”

There’s a pause before Boba chuckles, and he slips his hand to the back of Din’s neck, slightly down to the front. But he keeps away from his jaw, away from his fangs, even when the muzzle is in place. Still like Din is a wild animal, and when he’s hungry enough, he might as well be. “Take this off,” he says. “After last time?”

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so. vampire din

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sticks an arm out of my hole to slide an art over

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yeah yeah yeah mortifying ordeal of being known and all that but sometimes a friend mentions something about you that you didn’t think was noticeable and it feels like your heart is being cradled in their hands

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Bobadin commission for @biinbons

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I’m a fanfic writer. All I know is “furrowed brow” and too many commas.