#Alpha Boba Fett

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Better Late Than Never

Chapter 3

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Pairing: Alpha!Boba x Omega!reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: virgin reader, inexperienced reader, scenting, oral sex (f receiving), cream pie, knotting, mating, bonding, marking, breeding

Spring warmed into a beautiful summer and Ahni formally introduced you to her new mate. Litus was kind, respectful, and very funny. You could see why Ahni liked him so much. She moved into a new tent with him after their bonding, you missed having her in the group tent with the other omegas but you still saw her every day.

The pack began traveling west, Samara told you that the pack was heading towards Ashlin forest for the great midsummer feast. You were happy to follow wherever the pack went, every time you traveled you got to see new landscapes, different plants, and the opportunity to learn new things.

Chatter began to rise amongst the pack about the midsummer feast. Apparently there was to be a gathering of all the other allied packs. There will be bonfires, dancing, performances and tons of food.

“Don’t be surprised if we gain or lose some of our number” Ginny told you “Lots of people find their mate at this feast and join other packs in the alliance”

“I heard a rumor Alpha will finally be choosing a mate” Addam shares, the other betas and omegas around the small fire gasp and start chattering about it.

You look to Ahni “It’s a big deal for The Alpha to make this choice?”

“Oh yeah. Pack Alpha’s that take a mate are choosing the person they want to bear their pups. Someone to support them in their leadership of the pack. And be a guide for their packs betas and omegas” she explains to you

The thought of Boba Fett, The Alpha, choosing a mate makes your stomach twist in a funny way you don’t recognize. You shift a little in your seat, trying to make the physical pang in your body disperse.

Your friends prattle on about collecting flowers to adorn their hair for the feast, if they’re planning to join in the dancing, what dishes they want to cook, friends of theirs in other packs that they can’t wait to introduce you too.

That perks you back up and helps to distract you. You are very excited to meet people from the allied packs and want to learn these dances they’re all talking about.

The pack travels twelve days to reach Ashlin forest and another three days to the location where this annual feast is held. Boba Fett’s pack is the first of the nine packs that are expected to attend this gathering to arrive. In the center of Ashlin forest is a huge meadow with no trees or bushes, just tall green grasses that blow softly in the breeze.

When you arrive, people begin cutting the long grass, clearing out flat ground to erect the tents to accommodate the pack. Then beyond the space for your pack, the way is cleared so there will be room for everyone when they arrive. The grass clippings are woven into mats or placed into the ever growing mound of campfire wood being amassed in the middle of the field.

“Tomorrow night, on midsummer’s eve when everyone is here The Alpha and his new mate will light the fire and we’ll all feast and dance” Samara told you.

Again you feel that ache in your belly and tense pulling sensation in your chest at the thought of him taking a mate. Instead you focus on practicing all dance steps Ahni has taught you and making sure the food you cooked was perfect.

As time went on, more and more people began to emerge from the trees. Alpha’s leading their packs into the clearing to join the group. People abandoned their tasks to run into the crowd and hug their friends and family from other packs.

You had grown used to the noise your new pack typically made, but now with seven full packs and two more on the way, the meadow was full of sound. Laughing, talking, shouting, growling… and the increased scent levels was overwhelming to your nose. But you thought you kept catching notes of blackberry and pepper cutting through the masses.

Before it got too close to sun down, Addam helped you weave a crown of tiny white and pink flowers and placed in on your head. In return you helped him braid matching white flowers with some yellow and red sprinkled in, into his lovely thick hair.

You wore a thin dress suited for dancing and eating and moving about the throngs of people present at this gathering. There has to be at least 500, old and young, alphas, betas and omegas alike. All talking and laughing and feasting on skewered meats, summer soups, harvested fruits and vegetables. You could not remember a day in your life you ever felt such joy.

The sun slipped below the horizon of the trees at the edge of meadow. You were sitting with your group of omega friends and some of their friends from the allied packs. When Boba Fett stood up and called for silence. You turned all of your attention to him, standing on the platform before the great bonfire that had not yet been lit.

“Brothers, sisters, siblings alike. My friends, family and honored guests. Happy midsummer's eve!” He addresses the crowd.

The crowd gave a cheer and raised cups full of summer wine or ale.

“Many of you know, I lead my pack and this alliance with strength and honor. It is a heavy burden, but well worth the rigor” his voice is commanding and resolute, and you find that you are hanging on every word. “Tonight I ask my omega for their hand. To be mine to care for and protect. To lead by example. To love, nurture and bear my pups”

Boba steps down from the platform, takes a burning torch in his hand, and walks into the crowd. You swallow the lump that forms in your throat, and will it to push down the rising sensation that begins in your belly. For some reason, you can’t bear to look at him. The orange glow of the torch in his hand moving through the sea of people.

You cast your eyes down at your feet and listen to the pounding of your own heart. Light begins to creep in towards you, illuminating the ground beneath you and stopping right in front you. Heat and the sound of crackling torch fire surrounds you. And a gentle hand lifts your chin.

The world closes in around you and him. His handsome face partially obscured in the shadow of night, and illuminated by the soft glow of the torch. You hear nothing of the 500 plus people holding their breath. You see nothing but his face. You smell nothing but him, the aroma of mahogany, blackberries, and pepper,

He stated your name for all to hear, his eyes are confident and sure, full of unyielding strength and an underlying gentleness. His hand falls a short way, open to you in offer “Do you accept?”

You take his hand and squeeze “I do”

He smiles and leads you back through the crowd to the great bonfire that awaits. He holds the torch in one hand and yours in the other. He stands with you in front of the crowd.

“Hold the torch with me” he whispers lowly, and you obey

“Omega, I chose you from our great number of friends and allies to be mine. I will protect you, comfort you, provide for you and you alone until I am gone from this world” he vows “In return I ask for your submission. Your fidelity. Your council. And your guidance”

For a moment you have no idea how you are supposed to respond. Your heart is hammering in your chest. You can hardly believe this is happening. The physical panging sensations in your body that seem to be pulling you towards him have never been so strong or intense. You’re so caught up in thinking about it, that you surprise yourself by responding to his declaration in a clear and sure voice

“You honor me, my lord alpha. I am yours and you are mine”

His smiles grows wider, his firm hand covering yours on the torch squeezes gently.

“Now we light the fire” he whispers, leading you in throwing the torch in the pile.

The crowd erupts into cheers and chants of celebration as the bonfire ignites and sheds light on the masses before you. You cling to Boba’s hand, feeling a little overwhelmed by all of the cheering and the heat from the bonfire being so close to you.

He places his lips by your ear “Come with me little one”

You nod quickly and get out a small “okay” as he leads you away from the bonfire and towards his massive tent. He holds open the flap for you and follows behind. Inside the many rugs and pelts that cover the ground and insulate the tent walls do a good job of dulling the overstimulating sounds and smells outside.

But now you are alone. Alone with Boba Fett. The pack alpha. Your new mate. The heat from the bonfire and overstimulation from the crowd turns to an icy shiver as nervous anxiety takes over.

Before you can say anything, you feel his hand still holding yours, pull you in towards him. He guides your head to his chest and just holds you in a firm hug. You’re surprised by this gentle show of affection. You weren’t anticipating any of this to happen, but certainly not this. You tilt your head up a little and breathe deeply, his scent is comforting and soothing.

“When we met for the first time, I felt something I had never felt before. I felt drawn to you, physically and emotionally” he explains “I wanted to protect you and care for you, but we had never met and you were not mine. I did not want to frighten you”

“I was scared” you admit to him “I was an outsider. And a lone omega. I… didn’t know what you would do. Send me away. Not allow me to leave. Kill me. I grew up hearing stories of what other packs were like what happened to omegas to wandered alone”

He tilts your head back a small way so he can look you in the eye “I hope you will know me to be better than that in time”

You nod your head but don’t move it back to his chest, instead you stay looking at him.

“It is ritual for me to take you tonight and mark you as my mate. If you do not want this, tell me and I will let you leave with no ill will or consequence” his voice remains gentle and honest

Your cheeks burn with heat and you avert your gaze “I should… I should tell you Alpha. I’ve never… never done anything. Well I mean… I haven’t… you know… don’t that with anyone”

“That’s quite alright” He surprises you again, dipping his head down and rubbing the tip of his nose against the side of your neck. “That just means your body will only know mine. I believe it is a beautiful thing”

His scent seems to shift, the spicy pepper notes grow stronger. You don’t know why, but you know this change means he’s aroused. He wants you. But he wants you to want it too.

“Okay” you whisper, nervous that you don’t know what you’re doing but knowing that you trust him. Ahni and the other omegas had explained some things to you, the rest you’re quite sure your new Alpha could fill in for you.

His hand shifts from cradling the back of your head to caressing your cheek. He leans in and presses his lips to yours. His other hand slides down to your hip, drawing you closer into him. Your own hands rest on his chest, and slip down his sides as you get distracted by how good this kiss is. He leads in kissing you, pressing his tongue into your mouth and making soft sounds that make your belly twist and your pussy ache.

His fingers trail down from your cheek to your shoulder, then linger at the top of one of your breasts fiddling with the hem of your dress. He breaks the kiss to breathe and rests his forehead on yours “May I?”

You nod gently against him “Yes” you whisper “I’m yours now”

He chuckles lightly, reaching up to lift your crown of pink and white flowers off your head. He sets it down without looking away from you. He moves back in kissing you again, his hands pushing the straps of your summer frock off your shoulders and letting it pool on the floor at your feet. He takes a step back, sucking in a breath as he takes in your beauty. You resist the urge to cover yourself with your hands or yank your dress back up. This is normal. You chastise yourself.

“Stars above. You are perfect aren’t you?” He muses, shaking his head “I promise, I will not hurt you. And I will not do anything you do not want me to”

You look away as heat rises in your cheeks again. You had never imagined you would be in this position. Naked in a pack leading alpha’s tent, being told that your consent was valued. “I understand my duty to you my lord alpha, and I consent”

Boba strokes your cheek with a gentle hand, his scent washing over you in waves. “Here” he guides your hand to his shirt “Go on, nothing to be afraid of”

Your fingers fumble only a little to get the ties on his shirt undone. Your heart is pounding as you lift it up over his head. His chest is broad and well muscled, there are a handful of visible scars, something to ask about later. You don’t quite know what to do with your hands, and you’re honestly too paralyzed with nerves to move lower just yet.

Boba can sense your anxiety, beyond the shift in your scent, he can see it written on your face. So instead he takes your hands in his and brings them to his lips and kisses them reverently. His dark eyes are full of warmth, no not warmth, there is a heat in his eyes. Fierce like fire. Fire that can keep you warm in the night and protect you from the darkness, and fire that can devour an unsuspecting thing.

The fire in him doesn’t scare you. It warms you and inspires some bravery in you. You trail your hands down and push his trousers down. Your heart seems to leap into your throat. His cock is half hard, and even so it’s massive to your naive eyes. You quickly turn your head to avert your eyes and bite the inside of your lip.

“Don’t look away” he guides your gaze back to his “We have normal, natural bodies. Nothing to be afraid or ashamed of, yes?”

You nod your head “I am little afraid”

“Thank you for being honest little one” he leans in and kisses your cheek “Come, let’s sit together for a little while”

He leads you to his large bedroll that’s been laden with furs and soft pillows. He sits on the furs, laying back comfortably and pulls you with him. He strokes your hair, traipses his fingers down your neck and collar.

“Your scent is so subtle and sweet” he says “Jasmine flowers. That’s the first note I picked up in your scent, jasmine flowers”

“Really? I’ve never been told that before” you admit with a smile

He smiles “Hmm yes. And what do you smell on me, little one?” He tickles your cheek with his nose, scenting you intentionally for the first time. You take a deep breath and find that familiar mahogany scent.

“Mahogany, black pepper and… blackberries?” You smile “I love blackberries”

“Blackberries are my favorite” he grins

“Are they?” You giggle

“They are. They’re the first thing I can ever remember eating as a pup, and I’ve been eating them ever since”

“I’ll have to remember that. I make a wonderful blackberry pie” you feel much more relaxed and comfortable now that you’ve had a normal conversation with him. He’s been gently stroking your arm or your side the entire time, getting you used to the feeling of his touch and being naked with him.

His hand trails back up your arm to your breast, still keeping the conversation light. His finger circles your nipple and the conversation fades a bit. His gaze shifts down to look at your breasts, then back up to your eyes. He dips his head down and closes his lips around your nipple.

He shifts so that you can comfortably lay on your back as he continues to lavish your breasts with attention. Massaging one and sucking at the other. He pulls off and gives your nipple a kiss. He kisses across your chest and gives the other nipple the same attention.

He kisses between your breasts and down your belly, his hands softly squeezing your hips as he reaches the soft spot between your legs. He’s taking his time, making sure you’re comfortable and enjoying this experience. A shudder runs through your body as you feel his hot breath against your lower lips.

Suddenly a warm pressure pushes your lips apart as he licks a stripe up to your clit. An audible gasp escapes you as his mouth fixes itself at the top of your sex. The sensation you feel, you can not even begin to describe. This was nothing like what the other omegas had described to you about breeding and sex. This feeling was euphoric and addicting, whatever he was doing to make it happen, you would do anything to prevent him from stopping it.

After a moment or two he pulls away, causing you to groan at the loss of sensation.

“Patience little one” he chuckled darkly “All in good time”

Instead of going back in with his mouth he watches his own hands. Spreading you with two fingers, using the other hand to trace your entrance with the barest tip of his finger. You can feel your body producing slick and quavering at his touch.

“How do you feel, omega?” He asks evenly, without looking up or stopping his ministrations.

“I… I don’t even know alpha” you whimper “I’ve never felt like this ever”

“Mmm, then I suppose I’ll get to teach you” he grins, his finger stops its tracing and instead presses inside. Your body reacts, clenching on the first thing to ever breech it

“Relax your stomach and pelvic muscles, it’s alright” his voice is calming and his scent is soothing you subconsciously “It will make things easier and much better for you if we do this first”

You do your best to do as he says and relax your pelvis. He moves his finger in and out, just a little deeper each time. He returns to shorter thrusts but adds a second finger. Every time you show signs of discomfort, uncertainty, or fear he is quick to reassure you and talk you through it.

Your eyes are closed, focused on these new feelings and sensations when suddenly the warmth of his breath returns. His mouth sucking on your clit and fingers moving inside you cause the bubble of white hot electricity that’s been growing and growing to burst inside you. You’re left feeling a tingly, euphoric sensation all throughout your body.

“How do you feel now, little one” he grins with the lower half of his face glistening in candlelight and slick.

“That was… I… I don’t even know what just happened” you shake your head and cover your face with your arm, feeling a little embarrassed by your reaction.

Boba gets up and climbs over you, removing your arm and leaning in to kiss you. You kiss him back, tasing your own slick on his lips. The thought of it sends another shiver down your spine.

“You had an orgasm” he whispers against your lips “Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes” you kiss him again, a bit more eagerly. He chuckles into your kiss, happy to see you’re feeling more comfortable and enthusiastic to reciprocate. He can feel the heat in his own belly, he’s so turned on.

You break the kiss and glance down, feeling the press of his erection against you. His hand drops down to his cock, giving it a couple good strokes.

“I won’t lie to you little one, there may be a little pain” he says “But it won’t last long”

You nod in understanding, the others did tell you there would be pain “I trust you alpha”

He smiles down at you, even without being engrained in this pack's culture to begin with, your nature as an omega has you submitting to him and trusting him to take care of you. It strokes something deep inside him, it riles him up and makes his heart beat faster.

“Just relax” he says evenly, leaning over you and guiding his cock to your wet pussy. You look up at him and take a deep breath as you feel him drag the head of his cock through your wet folds. You feel him catch at your entrance and begin to press inside.

Your eyes widen and a moan of surprise escapes your lips. Boba leans down and kisses your lips, swallowing your moan. “Breathe omega, I’ve got you” he presses in deeper and deeper.

You expect intense or blinding pain, but it doesn’t come. Instead you feel immense pressure. “Ohhh!” You moan “You…. You’re so…. big”

“Aghh… your pussy’s so tight… so tight” he groans “fuck you feel so good”

The movement gets easier after a minute or two, he moves faster and snaps back in a little firmer every time. It feels amazing, like nothing you’ve ever experienced in your life.

He’s not holding back a single thing. His face is focused on fucking you and he makes no effort to hide a single sound of how good you’re making him feel. “I’m gonna come” he grunts “Gonna cum inside you omega”

You whimper in pleasure. You want it. You want to know what it feels like. You need it. You need to feel his knot. “Please” you whimper desperately

That does it for him, you begging for his knot. He groans loudly and buries himself inside you spilling his seed and panting. You feel a new pressure, right at the base of his cock sealing him and his cum inside you. Breeding you for the first time.

Both of you are sweating in the summer heat and panting at the exertion. He holds himself up on his forearms, doing his best not to crush you since he physically can’t pull away yet.

“You did so well little one” he strokes your cheek

“I did?” You breathe heavily with a smile on your lips “Is it done then? The bonding?”

“No little one. I didn’t want your very first time taking a knot to be your bonding as well” he explains, continuing to stroke your cheek tenderly “I wanted to make sure you enjoyed your first time. So you tell me, how do you feel?”

“Full… like I’ve eaten a whole pie by myself” you giggle “But good, it didn’t hurt as bad as I was afraid it would”

“Just don’t move for the next fifteen or so minutes, knots don’t move once they’re set, trying to pull apart will definitely hurt” he tells you “Another reason I wanted to have you this way first, I’ve been looking at you from across camp and bonfires and on bantha back for months. Now I can look at you up close, here in my tent, in my bed”

“This must be a dream…. I’m going to wake up in the tent with the other omegas or worse back in Lyra Valley” you shake your head with a blissed out grin “You really wanted me all this time?”

“I knew” he says “You were in such a bad way when you were found, and later when you began living with us you were so sheltered from your own nature… I didn’t want to overwhelm you or frighten you. But I knew and I felt it in my bones”

You think back to your interaction with him earlier in the spring at the river, when you felt a physical pull in your chest drawing you to him. And tonight standing hand in hand as you lit the bonfire “What did you feel?” You ask

“You’ve felt it too. The longing to be nearby, the pull in your chest?” His knot begins to deflate, lessening the pressure in your pelvis “No one has ever made me feel that before, and I started feeling it a few days before you were found”

“Is that normal?” You ask, feeling him slip out of you but not moving away, he’s keeping you close

“They say that everyone has a true mate. A soulmate. But it is rare to find them in this life” he explains “I do not know if this is true. But I know what I felt and I still feel for you, and regardless if that means we are true mates or not, I can not ignore this feeling”

“I have felt it too” you admit “Tonight, I thought my heart would beat so hard it would spring out of my ribcage”

“Then we will take it as a sign, we were meant to be. Meant to bond and be mates” he says

“I’m ready to be your mate. I’ll be a good wife to you, I promise”

“I know you will omega” he kisses your cheek. His lips rest on your jaw, just by your ear giving you another kiss “If you’re truly ready, turn over onto your belly and get on your hands and knees. Arch your back and present yourself for me. Submit and you will be mine”

You shiver in his arms for a moment, you like him giving you instructions like that. You obey, turning over and pushing your bum out towards him. You can feel that your pussy is still wet and a bit sticky with your slick and his cum.

His large hands are warm and rough, massaging over your ass and your hips and your sides. He presses himself in close to you, leaning all the way over your body so he can fondle your breasts that hang in this position.

“You’re going to be gorgeous carrying our pup soon” he growls in your ear “You would like that wouldn’t you, omega?”

You whimper a little, feeling his cock press against you again “Yes”

“Mmmmm, good girl” his fingers begin probing your wet hole, making sure you can handle taking him again. “Let your arousal spread through you like wildfire. You are my mate. You want this cock inside you again. You need it. You need this knot”

“Alpha” you moan “please?”

He growls possessively, encouraged and turned on by your submission and begging for him. He guides himself inside and this time goes in much faster. You moan as you feel him sink his cock inside you, feeling that pressure and fullness again.

His grip on your hips is firm and grounding, he draws himself back and snaps back in again. Harder and harder each time, groaning in pleasure until the sound of his thighs smacking your ass fills the tent. This feels even better than the first time, your body reacts to the pleasure, making slick dip down your legs and the most needy whimpers and moans escape your lips.

His grunts and growls get louder more intense with his pace. Suddenly his hand releases your hip and goes to your throat, turning your head to the side and baring your neck to him. He crashes his hips forward, throwing almost all of his weight behind it and covers you with his own body. He bites down over your scent gland, breaking the skin and dumping his load inside you. His knot expands and you become overwhelmed by sensation.

You feel as though your consciousness is ripped away from your body. You feel the fire of a thousand suns burst forth from inside you. You see him in your mind. In a million different ways, all familiar and foreign at the same time. The physical pleasure is blinding, mind numbing.

Your head swims back towards consciousness and the first thing you register is your scent gland… no… your mating mark is being licked to soothe the ache. Next you register the pressure of his body on top of yours. Holding you close and preventing you from shaking or spasming in the wake of your orgasm. And then you feel his knot, firmly set inside you again and holding in his cum.

“I know it stings” he nuzzles your jaw, then continuing to lick the fresh wound “It won’t hurt long”

A few tears have trickled down your cheeks from the strain of it all “It’s…. It’s not so bad” you manage to get out.

His movements are gentle, maneuvering you both so that you can lay on your side without disturbing the knot that locks you together and causing pain or discomfort.

“Mmmm” he settles in behind you, holding you close to his chest “How do you feel, little one?”

“I feel a little overwhelmed if I’m honest” you admit “That was…. I don’t even have words to describe it”

“Like we experienced full lifetimes together in an instant” he says

“Yes” you agree “Like we’ve been together many times before and will many times after we are gone”

“I like the sound of that” he nuzzles the back of your neck

[ominouspuff]

Clone Wars AU: what if’s, featuring “what if everyone lived and outmaneuvered Order 66 and Cody and Rex became, like, space cowboys, among other things”

[yukipri]

Happy Valentine's Day!!! (???)

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[s0ftand0nly]

I don’t think this works out timeline wise but I still think Alpha-17 should’ve babysat boba

[morgan-n-cheese-91]

Jango, just trying to read his space newspaper: 👓🤨📰

Boba plus the gaggle of CC's and 17: 🥺

Jango: no no no do not give me those eyes

Boba: Please buir🥺🥺🥺🥺

The rest of the gaggle: yeah please buir🥺🥺🥺

Jango: ugh fine

[cc1010fox]

Kal: I thought I was taking on a lot when I adopted my bunch... Jango, struggling to stay up while being climbed by over a dozen clones and surrounded by more than 70 more: You have no idea. A Stupidly Short Time Later: Kal: I'm glad you accepted the Alpha clones as your sons, but...we have to talk about your rapidly expanding family. Jango: The Alphas wouldn't let me leave the other clones there. I have to accept I am a grandfather...Besides, they now know how I struggled with them. You should see Seventeen trying to wrangle his bunch. I heard at least two of them bite and one has a tendency to throw himself at people. Kal: Haha! A rowdy bunch then? Jango: Yes. They calm down when Boba is around, though. Even though he's older, he's smaller, so they know they can't treat him like they do their brothers. Kal: That is the beauty of our children. They become gentle souls around their family.

[twinterrors29]

The Lind-clone

Once upon a time, there was a Mand'alor named Jango who desperately wanted a son, but didn't have or want a partner.

One day he traveled alone to visit a strange old Jedi who lived alone in the woods of a neighboring county in order to ask for his wisdom on how he could acquire an heir of his own blood. The old Jedi listened to his problem, then offered him two seeds:

"The first," he said, "will give you a son to inherit your strength and determination, who will ruthlessly carry on your legacy.

"The second will give you a son to inherit your cunning and luck, who will ceaselessly carry on your line.

"But," he warned the king, "you must plant only one, because to plant two would be greedy, and bring a curse upon your line."

Jango returned to his castle with both seeds, pondering the decision of what he wanted his legacy to be. Eventually, he made his choice, and planted the seed of cunning in the field outside the city walls.

However, that night as he tried to sleep, he second guessed his decision, and snuck out to plant the second seed as well; after all, it always pays to have a backup plan, in case something goes wrong.

(Dooku had expected the Mandalorian to fall into this trap, and knew that the inevitable instability that decision would bring would serve the Sith's plans well.)

As the weeks passed, both seeds sprouted, growing so closely entwined that they resembled a single plant. Jango visited the field every day that summer, personally tending to the plant and checking its progress. As the days shortened, two smooth white pods budded and grew, each approaching the size of a pumpkin.

Finally, one morning, Jango was greeted by the sound of a baby crying as he approached the field, and he sprinted the last hundred meters to reach the plant and his promised heir.

One of the pods had split open in the night, revealing a human baby with his own dark curls, waiting for Jango to come and pick him up for the first time.

As he cradled his new son in his arms, he spoke to him:

"Ni kartayli gai sa'ad, Boba."

(As he turned toward his home, already planning how to introduce the newly-named prince to his household and ready to forget all about the plant and the old Jedi's warning, he failed to notice that the second pod had also split open in the night, leaving an empty husk swaying in the breeze...)

Years flew by, and Boba grew into a fine young man: proud and clever, and just like his buir in every way.

Once he passed his verd'goten at thirteen, Jango decided it was time to organize an alliance with the New Mandalorian faction from Kalevala. He and the Duchess Satine arranged a marriage between his son and her nephew, Korkie, to strengthen those ties to each other.

Neither acknowledged it publically, but both of their people would benefit from strengthening Boba and Korkie's claim to their respective inheritances, after how Satine's sister Bo-Katan got jealous of her sister and nephew's positions and ran off to join the Death Watch, a gang of bandits led by Jango's father's disgraced rival, Tor Vizsla. The Death Watch would use any excuse they could find to set her or Tor's son, Pre, upon either throne.

But with this agreement, worked out during Satine's visit to Jango's capitol city, Keldabe, they would strengthen both lineages, and ensure their people's security for another generation.

All that was left was for Boba to travel back to Kalevala with some of Satine's retinue to meet his riduur-to-be.

But before their party had traveled even half an hour down the road through the woods, they were waylaid by a large, serpentine creature, made of shadow and exposed bone.

The lightning-fast creature knocked the guards off their horses, which fled into the woods in terror, leaving their riders winded on the hard ground. With the outer defenses thus handily disarmed, the creature wasted no time in similarly unhorsing Boba and pinning him to the ground beneath its talons.

Then, with its face inches from Boba's, it spoke:

"A riduur for me before a riduur for thee."

Its message delivered, it released Boba and disappeared into the woods as swiftly as it appeared.

Once they got over the shock of the encounter, the party quickly retrieved their horses and hurried back to Keldabe to report what had happened.

Jango was concerned to see Boba returning so soon after he had left, but he grew even more alarmed when Boba described the creature and relayed its ultimatum.

He suddenly found himself recalling the old Jedi's warning, and the long-forgotten second pod on the plant that had given him Boba.

As he explained the story of his unnatural birth to his son, and with it his theory as to the cause of their current trouble, the boy nodded slowly.

"Does that make him my brother then?" he asked, curious.

"That thing is not your brother," Jango snapped.

Boba considered this, and nodded his acceptance.

"No," he agreed, "but based on its demand, it must think of itself as such."

With that realization, they knew they could only have one response to this situation. After all, the Death Watch were looking for any sign of weakness, and until this alliance was sealed with Boba's marriage, they couldn't afford to offer them any.

What they needed was to kill this creature before word of its presence could spread.

Two days later, they set out with a small party of guards, all equipped with their best arms and protected by their best armor. Once more, they only had to travel about half an hour into the woods before the creature appeared.

Prepared this time, they rebuffed its initial attack, and returned fire with a volley of arrows and spouts of burning oil. The creature was so fast, almost nothing seemed to hit it, and even those few arrows that reached it clattered fruitlessly off its bone armor. Boba swore that a few of his shots slotted into gaps between the stark white plates, but the bolts simply disappeared into the shadows beneath with no impact on the creature's speed. Even their fire splashed harmlessly off bone armor, and none of their grappling lines managed to make contact with the furious beast.

When its relentless attacks finally exhausted them all, it hissed the same demand as before: "A riduur for me before a riduur for thee," and once more released them, vanishing back into the shadows.

As they dragged themselves back into their keep, Jango and Boba were forced to accept that they had no choice but to agree with this ultimatum, or risk the alliance with the New Mandalorians falling apart. After carefully reassuring the Duchess of their ability to keep up their end of their treaty, the two of them struggled to think of an acceptable riduur for the creature.

They had no doubt that, believing itself to be the eldest son of the Mand'alor, the creature would require a political match, someone of their own standing. Of course, that rather left them stumped as to who they would be willing to sacrifice in this way, suspecting that whoever married it would be marching away sooner than later.

And then Boba had a realization.

"Dad," he said, "isn't the Commander of our Guard a bastard son of your second cousin? Do you think he might make a suitable match for our monster?"

Jango, pleased with his son's cleverness, looked into this Commander, a young man named Cody, who had even accompanied them on their ill-fated quest to kill the beast themselves. They were both even more pleased to note that he had a younger, legitimate brother who was also serving in their Guard, who could readily take up his role after his likely untimely demise.

"Good work, Boba," Jango praised, as they waited for the Commander to answer their summons.

A few minutes later, the Commander stepped into their chamber. As they explained their proposal to him, he turned white at the news of his planned betrothal to the creature, but held him tongue and kept his face neutral. Pleased with his composure and lack of argument, Jango urged him to consider his duty to his kingdom, even reminding him of his brother's suitability to step into his role (not specifying which role he meant, Guard Commander or sacrificial groom), and the man agreed to the betrothal. They dismissed him then, content to consider the matter satisfactorily settled.

(That night, after the conclusion of his duties, Cody fled to the rooms of his secret fiance, the Jedi monk assigned to support the Kalevalan delegation. Their affair, kept secret due to the requirement that the Jedi maintain neutrality in order to uphold their sacred duty, had been a source of comfort for him these past many months of negotiations amid the tension from the threat of Death Watch after Bo-Katan's defection.

After he finished relating what he'd agreed to, and admitted his fear at his looming presumed dark fate alone in the woods, Obi-Wan sat silent for a moment. Then, he reached out and laid his hand on the side of his beloved's face, and spoke:

"We have both known that our duties would likely pull us apart. But I do not intend to give up on you so easily, and I have hope for your survival, my love. I have heard the descriptions you and the other guards have given of this creature, and the nature of the curse is very familiar to me; it sounds very like to tales my own people tell of the Lindworm, and I believe those stories may hold the key to solving our current predicament...")

The morning of the riduurok, Cody dressed himself, carefully recalling Obi-Wan's whispered instructions.

Cody marched alone into the forest, seen off by the entire court. He didn't have far to go before he was beset by the lindworm.

"Have you come to marry me, little commander?"

"I have," Cody replied.

After the perfunctory exchange of vows, the lindworm smiled behind its bony mask.

"Take off your armor," it said, "and let me see my riduur."

"I'll take off my armor," Cody replied, "but only if you take off yours too."

The lindworm thought about this, and thinking that it really would be so much easier to eat this human if he was out of his armor, agreed to Cody's demand.

So the lindworm shed its bony plates, revealing more of the thick shadows underneath. Cody took off his shiny white armor, revealing the protective black undersuit underneath.

"Take off your undersuit," the lindworm demanded, "so that I can see who I have married."

"I'll take off my undersuit," Cody replied, "but only if you remove your shadows too."

The lindworm quickly agreed, eagerly shedding its shadows to show its white-and-blue flesh. Cody took off his kute as well, revealing a set of ordinary clothes underneath.

"Take off your clothes," the lindworm hissed, growing impatient with the delay, "so that I can see you."

"I'll take off my clothes," Cody replied, "but only if you take off yours as well."

As Cody removed his own clothing, the lindworm impatiently sheds its skin, revealing a confused naked human man. Cody couldn't help but notice that he bore an uncannily strong resemblance to Jango and Boba both.

"Come," Cody said immediately, remembering the last step in Obi-Wan's story, "now that we have taken off all our clothes, we should bathe in the river together to celebrate our marriage."

He carefully led the dazed-looking human down to the river, and, before he could react, dunked him in the cool, clean water.

The man came up spluttering, but far more lucid, and his shrewd eyes immediately locked with Cody's where he was standing, knee-deep in the running water.

There was a moment of silence, then the man started laughing.

"You've done well, riduur," he smirked approvingly. "That was quite the clever trick you played."

"Thank you, riduur," Cody bowed his head with his own smirk in return, "but it was not my idea alone."

The man followed Cody's gaze to where Obi-Wan was waiting for them with towels and fresh clothes, and snorted.

"What a team the two of you make," the man said. "Now, we should introduce ourselves."

"Naturally," the Jedi spoke up at last. "My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and this is my fiancee, Cody."

"Well met. My father never named me," the man replied, "and has refused to acknowledge me. I have chosen to call myself Alpha the 17th."

"A bold choice," Cody acknowledged, reminded of the long line of Mand'alors named Alpha he was laying claim to, "and one that speaks of ambition. But one, I think, that suits you well."

"I should hope so," the newly-named Alpha responded. "I certainly haven't renounced my claim to the throne, and have every intention of fulfilling my birthright."

"And how do you intend to do that?" Obi-Wan asked cautiously.

"I don't know yet," Alpha acknowledged with a nod of his head, "but I was thinking that my two clever new partners might be of some help in coming up with a plan."

Cody and Obi-Wan shared a glance.

"You could root out the Death Watch, who would also contest your own claim to the throne," Obi-Wan suggested.

"And stopping those bandits from harassing the people will earn you their respect and gratitude, as well as spread knowledge of your existence," Cody offered.

"That," Alpha smiled, showing all his bone-white teeth, "seems like a good place to start then."

("Hold on," Cody asked the next morning, "How come you're fully grown, when Boba's only thirteen?"

"First, I'm the older brother ("I thought you were supposed to be twins-") and second, what part of 'born of magic' was inadequately clear?")

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also posted on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51530599/chapters/130237681

[melymigo]

From Michelle's IG stories 💖

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[starlightrows]

Better Late Than Never

Chapter 2

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Pairing: Alpha!Boba x Omega!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: processing past trauma

The drizzling rain showers come and go but eventually transitions into silent snowfall after a few weeks. The tall evergreen trees that make up the Seelyia forest get a light dusting of snow that eventually gets heavier and heavier until the bows become weighed down and the snow slips off and falls to the ground.

You’ve only seen snow a handful of times in your life. Usually you can see snow dusting on the mountains from your village and on the far off eastern ridge line of the valley. Maybe it had snowed on the valley floor in the past, but not during your lifetime.

Ahni helped you make a new dress better suited to the climate, made of thick fabric that keeps you warm even without a cloak. She helps you make a new cloak as well, trimmed with soft fur. Ahni has been a wonderful friend these last few weeks. She’s introduced you to everyone in the pack, helped you settle into a community tent with other omegas your age, and taught you how this pack functions together.

Hunting groups go out every few days to bring back wild game. Mostly alphas and betas go on the hunting trips, but any are welcome to join if they wish to participate. Those who don’t go out to hunt process the meat to be eaten soon or preserve it for later, its is hide tanned to make leather and its pelt is used to make clothing and blankets.

She also explains to you that this pack is nomadic, traveling when and where the council decides. Usually for trade, or hunting, or gatherings of their allied packs. They use wooly bantha to help transport their belongings and to ride, but they aren’t kept in camp. Bantha camp is always a few miles away and they are attended by a few members of the pack that stay with them full time.

You’ve also learned that this pack, and apparently most other packs beyond Lyra Valley, have a very different way of life when it comes to sex and mating. In your village alphas, betas and omegas were kept separate from each other for the most part. The concept of bonding with a mate must have been done away with at some point by generations above you. Who you mated with was designated and assigned by the reigning alphas. Children were raised by the community and placed into their designated biological group when they began presenting usually at about four years of age.

“So, no one is allowed to mate or have sex?” Ahni has asked you.

“No. Mating without express permission from the reigning council was forbidden in my village…. I thought it was normal”

“I have never heard of a pack operating that way” she admits “What do the alphas do when they are in rut? And you, poor omega, how have you survived your heat without a knot to cope with the pain?”

“The alphas would go to the north woods when their rut was approaching… I never thought to ask where they went or what they did” you shrug “Omegas were sent west to the deep water pools… we were taught from a young age to tread water in the freezing ponds during our heats”

Ahni looked horrified. “That’s…. That’s awful. Why would anyone do such a thing?”

“Why is that bad?” Her alarmed state scared you, you never questioned how things were done in your pack. You were born and raised there and knew nothing else.

“Because! Your heat is your biology telling you what it needs. You’re an omega. Omegas need care and comfort during their heat, either from other omegas or from a partner that can provide the release for you…. not a frozen pond to numb their needs away” She explained

You had many discussions like this with Ahni all through the winter months. You learned a lot about the social dynamics between the three presentations. Different packs treat the dynamic differently, but some things are the same across the spectrum.

The more you learned, the more you resented your pack. You found yourself hoping that you would not have to return to them in the spring. You wanted to live in this world that allowed omegas to embrace their instinctual needs, and gave betas equality in their social structure of the pack, and enforced healthy balance for alphas to embrace their own needs without exerting undue power over omegas and betas.

By the time the snow melted away the pack had already moved several times since you joined them. The pack was now camped near a large river that had many smaller creeks and streams shooting off from it. You had no idea where this river was located in relation to Lyra Valley, and you hoped to never find out.

The sun shone down bright and warm, every member of the pack was in the creek that day. Pups laughed and screamed and splashed in the water, the youngest getting their first swimming lessons from the older children or their parents. Most people were washing their clothes and their bodies alike. Some had no shame and were completely naked. Others chose to wear undergarments or simple shifts to cover themselves while they bathed.

You were swimming with Ahni and some of the other omegas you’ve become close to, laughing with them and enjoying the warmth of the sun on your shoulders. Some of them were naked under the water but you weren’t quite ready to cross that boundary yet, so you wore a linen shift.

After a while you went ashore to dry off and hang your freshly washed clothes on a line. You pinned your winter dress to the line and suddenly got the feeling you were being observed. A familiar scent prickled at your nose, dark mahogany wood, sharp pepper, and sweet blackberries. You turned and looked over your shoulder and saw Boba Fett, Alpha of the pack, looking at you from across the meadow. He catches your eye and stands from where he had been leaning against a tree and starts making his way towards you.

“My lord alpha” you give your head a little bow when his feet stop before you.

“Omega” he address you kindly “As you know, the winter snows and our packs movements have made accessing Lyra Valley difficult. But I have finally gotten word back from the riders I sent out. Your village survived, smaller in number I’m afraid, but surviving all the same. If you wish to return home, I will give you a bantha and guards to escort you now that the weather has improved”

You swallow the lump that formed in your throat the moment he mentioned Lyra Valley. You can’t help the frown that settles on your face “Your pack has shown me unparalleled kindness and acceptance that I will never be able to repay” you start “I… I would ask that you let me stay with your pack if it’s not too much trouble my lord alpha”

Boba reaches out towards your face, lifting your chin up to look at him with two gentle fingers “You have done well learning our ways, if you wish to stay I will gladly accept you as a permanent member of my pack”

“Oh, thank you! Thank you my lord” Your cheeks are so warm and flushed as your heart surges with joy. You feel an immense pull in your chest towards him, like your gratitude and relief at being welcome to stay wants to jump out of you and take physical form to offer thanks.

As if this day could not get any better! You dismiss yourself from Boba and run to find your friends and share the good news. The pull you felt spreads from your chest down into your belly when you move away from him. It grows stronger and more powerful. Putting distance between you and him felt something like separating magnets. But you rationalized it as being nervous energy and forced it out of your mind so you could continue running to find Ahni.

——

The warm days of spring brought more light each day and new growth to the fields and forests you and your new pack traversed. The pack traveled much more frequently and much greater distances in the spring and would even more in the summer, you’ve been told.

Every day you seemed to learn something new. New lands meant new wild fruits to gather, mushrooms to find, grasses to weave, animals to hunt. Ahni told you that more omegas in the pack would be having heat cycles now that spring was here. She taught you about nesting, self soothing that didn’t involve soaking in cold water, and she told you that the best solution to deal with your heat is an alpha to knot you.

“I don’t think I could do that” you shied away from that thought. Your newfound freedom excited you, but you still found yourself running back to old habits and ways of thinking when you felt overwhelmed.

“Oh, you don’t have to! No no, biologically that’s what your body wants during heat, so it’s the best relief you can get. But no one will expect you do anything if you don’t want to” she explained “Some omegas help each other during their heats, getting each other off to ease the pain, but not everyone wants that. There is no shame in building a nest for yourself and handling it however you feel comfortable”

That made you feel better. You were so grateful for Ahni’s seemingly endless patience and acceptance for you. Sometimes you feel like an overgrown pup, needing to be taught everything about the world at such a late age. Ahni never let you get far with those thoughts, better to learn now and live free than never learn at all.

In late spring, when the days started turning from warm to hot, Ahni went into heat. She had spent the winter and all of spring “fooling around” with a beta she liked. When her heat started she went to his tent and didn’t come out for five days. The other omegas you shared your tent with told you that they all knew this was going to happen.

“What do you mean?” You asked

“His name is Litus, he and Ahni have been pining for each other since they were pups” Samara explained

“She goes with him when he ruts and he stays with her while she’s in heat” says Addam

“This isn’t just her heat this time” Ginny smiles “This time it’s for good”

“What’s for good?” You ask “He’s not hurting her is he?”

“Of course not!” Addam assures you “They’re bonding. Mating for life”

“Ohh” you nod in understanding. “So they’ll never be with anyone else now?”

“That’s the idea. Obviously not everyone follows that vow unfortunately” Samara shakes her head “But we take bonding seriously in this pack. You can have sex and mate with whoever you like so long as they’re consenting, but a bond is a promise”

“Do bonded pairs raise their own pups?” You ask

“Oh yes. Not all parents are bonded, but it is expected that anyone who had a hand in creating a life help raise it” Ginny says

“What was it like being raised with no parents?” Addam asked. Samara elbowed him in the ribs and shook her head at him.

“You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to” she frowns at Addam

“No no, it’s alright” you assure them “I didn’t feel like I was missing out because no one had specific parents. I was raised by the generation that was about ten years older than me. By the time we were ten our mentors were twenty and were done raising us. Then it was our turn to raise the young that came after”

“Pups raising other pups” Ginny mused “What do they do after 20?”

“Maintaining the pack. Hunting, farming, tending the livestock, doing whatever the reigning council told you do to” you shrugged

“But you didn’t get to choose. Say if you loved tending the animals, but they made you hunt instead?” Samara asked

“Then you would do it. We were taught to always obey the reigning council… I never wanted to find what would happen if I didn’t do as I was told” you admit

The three omegas share glances between them “Submission is valued and earned by pack leading alphas. I’m so sorry you grew up in a place that forced your submission” Ginny says sadly

“I never even thought about it growing up. But when I think about it, when Ahni found me and brought me here — I didn’t even think about going home. I don’t really miss anyone. I’m sure everyone thinks that I died in the raid, and I’m kind of okay with it”

“You have a place with us now. You’re part of this pack and this family” Addam smiles at you

[maybege]

sometimes i just like to think about alpha paz or alpha boba like........bige men that i know would take care of me right.......

hmmmmm yes

cocky alpha!boba with a size kink who likes to spread your legs and eat you out until your thighs are shaking. only to have you work yourself on his cock and lean back and tease you about how tight you are. “Pretty little hole all stretched around me, hm?” - “Uh-huh …” - “Don’t get all shy on me now, omega, you’re doing so good for me, lemme hear how you feel.” - “‘s too big - too big for me, alpha, please.” - “Too big for you, hm? And here I was, thinking you were yearning to be stretched out by a fat cock.”

[yukipri]

Alpha-ØØ | "Boba Fett"

Boba in his black arena suit from War of the Bounty Hunters Alpha

(Artist headcanon that Boba's designation being "Alpha" indicates that he was originally decanted as part of the Alpha batch of clones)

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[mwolf0epsilon]

Tried to balance out the insanity with some less unhinged little fellas... Because nothing screams cute quite like holding your pest of a little brother like a stress toy, or getting Cain Instinct'd by your closest brother...

[X] Gregor, Dogma & Tup [X] Echo [X] Sponge & Beautiful [X] Wolffe & Fox [X] Fives, Rex, Jesse, Kix, Hardcase [X] Cody & Obi-wan

— ☕️ Ko-fi | 🧡Commissions

[thunderflowerssupremacy0]

Star wars omega and boba fett swap au better know as "i give boba fett five dads au"

Omega is raised by jango and boba is raised by nala se, boba later leaves kamino with the dad batch

Boba as alpha-00 and omega as arla fett.

[ragnarvizsla]

How did Boba get his dent?

I’m just curious as heck cuz cad bane didn’t shoot him.. that was a deleted scene !!?!

[knightscanfeeltoo]

I’m probably the Only One who Loves Boba Fett even more after seeing TBOBF...

[mandos-mind-trick]

To Build A Home - Part 1

Summary: Boba and Din met before his fall into the Sarlacc pit, after Din was stranded during his heat with no suppressants. They parted ways after, both of them content to pretend it never happened, except that's not possible for Din. Boba tracks Din down, only to find he's in for a surprise when he meets the omega Mandalorian once more.

Pairing: Alpha Boba Fett x omega Din Djarin

Warnings: A/B/O universe, implied mpreg, Boba's kind of a softie, very AU post Mando season 2, fluff and cuteness but also kind of sad, named child character cause plot.

A/N: Here is the first part of the BobaDin A/B/O series. I didn't plan on finishing this one yet but it kind of just happened. There is more at the end than the teaser had so yes, it is worth rereading. this one will probably update pretty slowly since I've got plenty of other things to focus on at the moment, and just kinda update it as inspiration comes. Also the title is subject to change.

MASTERLIST

He holds her close, closer than he ever has. All the times he had left her, all the times he had been forced to leave on hunts was nothing compared to the last few days. She had been taken from him by someone who wouldn’t think twice about hurting her. He had been careless leaving two children alone like that. He had been thankful at first that she hadn’t just been killed. Perhaps Gideon had thought it would only hurt him more if he took both of them. 

He had done what he promised he’d do. He had rescued both of them, and he had gotten Grogu back to his kind. Still, there is an ache in his chest, a hole forming as Grogu gets further and further away. As much as he wants to curl into himself, let his instincts take over, he has a pup to support. A distressed pup who had just lost a member of her aliit. 

He sinks into one of the seats, holding her tight against his chest. He lets his helmet drop to the floor, uncaring if the other two in the ship come down and see him. He’s projecting his scent a bit, trying to calm his pup. It’s a bit dangerous with an alpha close by, but he can’t care. His pup needs him. 

“Shh.” He shushes her, pressing her face against his neck. 

“I m-miss him.” She cries, clinging to his cloak. 

“I know.” He says. “Remember what we talked about? Grogu had to go back to his kind. To his own aliit.” 

“But he’s our aliit.” 

“Only for a little while, remember? Until we found where he belonged.” 

She continues to cry and he can do nothing but let her. It pains him to scent her distress, but she needs to let it out. The best he could do is offer her comfort. 

She cries herself to sleep, still clinging to him. He leans his head back, trying to process the last couple days. It felt like a fever dream. He had been so scared, so desperate to get them back, to make sure they were safe. He’s exhausted. 

Boba climbs down the ladder a while later. Din had put his helmet back on, needing to feel secure. Needing to feel safe. The alpha sinks into the seat next to him, removing his helmet with a sigh. 

“How is she?” He asks, glancing sideways at the pair. 

“Upset.” Din answers. 

Boba hums. “Losing a family member is never easy.” He looks at Din. “How are you?” 

“I’ll manage.” He answers shortly. 

Boba stares at him for a long moment. “What will you do now?” 

Din sighs. He had been trying not to think about that. What is going to happen now? He’d finished what he had been tasked with. Did he go back to hunting? It would be hard with Vira. He didn’t want to start leaving her for long periods again. Not after spending so much time with her. His instincts screamed at the idea of being parted with her again. Did he try to track down a covert? Take his place among Mandalorians once more? “I don’t know.” He finally answers honestly. “I haven’t thought that far ahead.” 

“Join us.” Boba says. “We’re going back to Tatooine. I’m going to take over Jabba’s palace, become Daimyo. Come with us. Let me spend some time with the pup I didn’t know existed.” 

Right. This was his pup as well. He’s not sure how he could forget. She looked just like him. Perhaps because it was a bit unreal still.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Boba asks after a moment of silence.

“I tried looking for you after she was born. Everyone I found said you were dead.” 

Boba leans back in his seat once again. “I almost was. I never thought...” He shakes his head. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have-” 

“It’s alright. I’m not sure I would have made it had you not been there.” Din adjusts his hold on Vira, easing her into a more comfortable position. “I wouldn’t trade her for anything.” 

Boba stares at her, able to see her face from the new position. A small smirk forms on his face, a quiet chuckle leaving him. “Those Fett genes are strong.” 

Din can’t help but smile under his helmet. “There’s no doubting it.” 

Boba smiles. “I’m serious.” He lets his eyes flit to Din’s helmet. “Come with us. Let me take care of you. Both of you.” 

Din leans his head back against the seat. Boba’s words strike something deep in him, all his repressed instincts flooding to the surface. He had been on his own for so long. Forcing himself on suppressants, holding every alpha he came across at arm’s length. He did it for himself, and he did it for Vira. 

Was this his chance to take a load off his shoulders? To share in carrying that weight of his instincts and his pup? Fett had proven himself loyal and trustworthy over and over again. Vira was his pup. He could take her if he wanted, and force them apart. Din knows he won’t. Boba knows how much family means to Mandalorians. Boba was offering them a place of belonging, a home. He would care for his pup, and Din as the bearer of his pup. 

Din doesn’t realize he’s crying, quiet gasps crackling through his modulator. Boba is crouched beside him, hand on the back of his neck. It’s not a cruel touch, it’s not a scruff like some alphas would do to control an omega. It’s comforting. Grounding. 

“Let me help you.” He says softly, thumb stroking the column of his throat. The touch is jarring, after so long without any touch at all. 

“I owe you so much already.” Din gasps out, the tears not stopping. 

“You don’t owe me anything.” Boba says. “I would have helped you even if she wasn’t my pup. If you think you need to repay me, do it by coming with us.” 

Din closes his eyes, letting himself just feel. He hadn’t been this close to an alpha in six years. He never thought he’d see Boba again, much less be working with him. He knows the restraint it must have taken for Boba not to march onto the cruiser and take out Moff Gideon himself to get his pup back. The pup he hadn’t known existed until just a couple days ago. He knew Din was the one who had to do it, was the one who had to protect his aliit. 

Boba could be aliit too. 

It would be so easy to let him in, to give over to instinct. He had been carrying the weight for so long. How nice it would be to let go for once. 

*****

He wakes in a bunk. For a moment he forgets where he is, what had happened. He’s back on the Crest, tucked into his bunk, the place that had been his home for years. But the Crest was destroyed. He had been on Boba’s ship, heading wherever after he had rescued his ade. 

He doesn’t remember falling asleep, or even moving to the bunk. Boba’s scent floats around him, muted a bit by his helmet. He resists the urge to take off his helmet, bury himself in the scent. Instead he turns on his side, the blanket that had been tossed over him falling to the floor. Something feels off as he lays there in the silence. 

Vira. 

He sits up so fast his helmet hits the top bunk, but he ignores the vibrations rattling his head. He hits the button on the wall, light flooding the small space as he steps out, eyes searching the ship for his pup. 

He doesn’t have to look long, finding Fennec standing in front of one of the viewports holding her. She’s staring out at the blue of hyperspace, eyes open wide and mouth agape. Din breathes a quiet sigh of relief, approaching the beta and his pup. 

Vira turns to him, a big smile on her face. “Look, buir!” She points out the viewport. 

He turns to look, eyes trailing over the giant creatures. “Purgil.” He says. 

She stares at them in awe, Fennec eyeing him. “Don’t work yourself up.” She says. “She was getting squirmy. You need the rest.” 

“I didn’t take you for the nurturing type.” He says. 

The beta gives him a look. “I’m not.” But the way she looks down at Vira says otherwise. 

“Will you be okay for a few more minutes?” He asks. 

“I suppose.” Fennec says, motioning for him to go ahead. 

Din climbs up the ladder to the cockpit, quietly sinking into the passenger seat. He stares out at the blue of hyperspace for a moment, watching it flash by. 

“We’ll be dropping out of hyperspace near Tatooine shortly.” Boba says, his gaze facing forward as well. 

“If I come with you, what exactly do you expect?” Din asks, trying to put his thoughts into words. He feels vulnerable in the presence of the alpha, even though Fett was nothing but relaxed. 

“I’ll need your help.” Boba says honestly. “Taking Jabba’s seat will be easy. Getting Mos Espa to agree will be the hardest. There will be a lot of pushback, I expect, not just from the families. The Hutts will have their own opinions. I need muscle, someone to back me up.” 

“It sounds dangerous.” Din muses. 

“It will be, at least at first.” Boba agrees. “I wouldn’t blame you for saying no.” 

“And Vira? I can’t afford to put her in more danger.” 

Boba turns to face him, and though Din can’t see the look on his face, he can feel the change in the alpha. “I may not know her, but I promise I will give my life to protect her.” 

“And me?” Din says quietly, his brain starting to buzz under the intensity of the alpha. “What do you expect from me?” 

“Nothing.” Boba says, turning back around. “It would be your decision. If you want suppressants, I’ll be sure we have extra. You’re always welcome at my side, even if it’s nothing more than as an ally.” 

******

Fett had been right. Taking Jabba’s palace had been easy. Despite Din’s insistence, Boba had forced him to stay on the ship with Vira as he and Fennec went in and cleaned house. Din is quietly grateful for the moment of rest. He feels weary, a type of weary he hasn’t felt in a long time. He could have forced himself to do it, but he can feel the exhaustion deep in his bones as he sits on the floor of the ship. 

It’s the same weary he had felt when he had been stuck without his suppressants. The same weary he’d felt after he’d had Vira. The same weary he’d struggled with after he decided to leave her in the care of the covert and returned to bounty hunting. 

He needs an alpha. 

His omega yearns for an alpha. 

He has an alpha. 

Boba had been forward in his implications. He would take that position, if Din wanted it. It wasn’t that Din didn’t trust Boba. He owed a lot to the alpha. Boba had been the one that found him stranded without suppressants, half dead after being thrown into his first heat in years. Boba had cared for him, fought against every instinct telling him to sink his teeth into Din’s shoulder, and got him on a ship back to civilization. 

He had also, inadvertently, given Din a pup. 

Vira had been born not long after the fall of the Empire. Din had waited a year and a half before he began his search, traveling all the places the bounty hunter frequented. He heard the same thing over and over, that Boba was dead. Fell into a sarlacc pit on the very planet they were on currently. Din had given up his search not long after he started. 

He knew he’d likely raise Vira by himself. If he had found Boba, he’s not sure what the bounty hunter’s reaction would have been. He could have taken Vira for himself, raised his pup as he had the right to do. Din had wrestled with that idea, but had ultimately decided to seek out the alpha, if nothing more than to just tell him he has a pup. He deserved to know. It was why he didn’t hide the truth from him on Tython. 

He could have lied. He could have easily claimed Vira as someone else’s. 

No, he couldn’t have, he thinks as he stares at the pup seated on the floor between his legs, pushing Grogu’s ball back and forth. He runs a hand over the unruly, thick curls that were messily pulled back into a bun. She looks up at him with those deep, dark eyes. She’s practically a carbon copy of Boba. 

A clone. 

She grins up at him, cheeks dimpling. That was his, or at least he thinks so. He’s never actually seen Boba smile. 

Despite the grin, she looks tired. He knows she has to be, just looking at her. Fennec had been right, calling her squirmy. She’d always been wild, always been on the move. He’d constantly heard it when he returned to the covert. She’s smart, but she can’t sit still. 

Normally she would have been all over the ship, exploring, getting into things. A chord of fear runs through him for a moment, something he hadn’t thought of in the whirlwind since they’d been taken. He knew the Empire needed Grogu for some sort of experiment they were doing. 

What if they did something to her? 

There wasn’t anything they could possibly need from her. Unless they tested something on her? He wouldn’t put it past Gideon to try and make him pay for taking Grogu not once, but twice. 

He can’t fight it, the building anxiety deep in his stomach. He feels like he’s spiraling out of control, like a ship about to crash. Vira’s smile falls as she senses the distress welling in her bearer. 

Din jumps as a hand lands on his shoulder. His fists close around the fabric of his pants, trying to steady himself. Boba is kneeling next to him, a hand on his shoulder. 

“Easy.” Boba soothes him, gently squeezing his shoulder. “What’s got you all worked up?” 

“What...what if Gideon did something to her?” He asks, looking down at Vira who is watching them cautiously. 

“We can’t know for sure that he didn’t.” Boba says, turning to look at Vira. “How do you feel, ad’ika?” 

She shrugs. “Okay. Sleepy.” She rubs her eyes. 

“See,” Boba says, helping him stand. “She’s fine. You need rest. Both of you do.” 

Din leans down, lifting Vira into his arms. Boba was probably right. They couldn’t know if Gideon did something to her. If it was anything of consequence, they’d have to wait and see if anything happens. He doesn’t want anything to happen. The thought of something happening to her because of his own recklessness has his stomach churning. He feels like he could be sick. 

“Come on.” Boba leads him forward with a hand on his back. “We’ve cleared out the upper rooms. Most of it was empty. Seems like most of them fled when Jabba died. Fortuna managed to keep a skeleton crew. We’ve cleared out most of them.” 

“I should be helping.” Din says, trying to distract himself from the panic building within him. 

“You can help by resting.” Boba says, leading him up the steps. “Like I said, this is the easy part. I need you at your best when the real fight begins.” 

**********

Despite his exhaustion, Din lays awake in bed. The sheets are clean, having been brought up by a droid, along with a clean change of clothes for Vira. She had fussed through a bath and dinner before Din let her sleep. The new clothes were a bit big, but they worked. He’d need to pick up some supplies soon. Everything he’d owned had been destroyed. 

Din had taken a bath himself after Vira finally fell asleep. He was used to going long periods without being properly cleaned, but it felt nice to wash off the last few days. The worry still lingered, but in a way he felt like he could force it all down, forget the horrors that had gone through his mind. 

His helmet sits on the ground behind him. He hadn’t been able to relax enough to take all his armor off. What if they had missed something? He can’t take that risk. Not right now. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to put the helmet back on. Not yet. 

He scoots closer to Vira, letting the soft scent of pup invade his senses. He hadn’t done it often, not since he left her with the covert. He presses his nose into her hair, letting the gentle scent flow through him. It’s the best scent in the world, or at least he thinks so. The scent of a pup before they begin developing traits, before they present. So soothing it could soften even the most steeled beta. 

The scent calms the raging storm inside him. There’s nothing off about it, no change to it. It’s purely her, just as he remembered it being. His entire body relaxes, all the tension leaving him as he allows the scent of his pup to calm him. She’s safe. She’s here. She’s alright. 

His eyes slip closed, his body relaxing into the bed. He’s exhausted, the past few days weighing heavily on him. It’s over now. He did what he needed to do. His pups are safe where they belong, and he’s safe. 

***

He jolts awake with the sun in his eyes. He squints against the bright light, rubbing a hand over his face. A slurping sound reaches his ears and he turns his head to where Vira had been sleeping last night. 

She’s sitting up now, contently holding a Meiloorun in her hands. Her face is coated in sticky juice, and it’s dribbling down her front. She grins at him, taking another big bite. 

“Where did you get that?” He asks, his voice rough from sleep. 

“Boba.” She says simply, taking another bite. 

Oh good. They’re on a first name basis already. “Did he come by?” He asks, sitting up. 

“No. I find him.” She says simply. 

His head snaps to her, wide eyed. “You left the room alone?”

She deflates a bit under his gaze, looking like a kicked tooka. “I was hungry.” 

He sighs, brushing the curls back from her face. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” 

“Sleepin’ hard, buir.” She says, taking another bite of the meiloorun, dribbling more juice down her front. 

He winces, running a hand through his messy hair. He checks his chronometer, finding it’s almost noon. “Is that all you’ve had?” He asks, standing to stretch. 

She shakes her head. “There was toast and meat and eggs and blue milk! There was fish too but I don’t like fish.” She crinkles her nose, making a face. 

Ever since their adventure on Trask, she had grown a bit squeamish of fish. The idea of eating fish on a desert planet is a bit odd too. 

She holds out the meiloorun, dripping juice onto the bed. “Buir eat too.” 

He sighs, taking the meiloorun before it can make the bed any stickier, taking a bite. It’s sweet, his stomach clenching a bit in hunger. He hadn’t eaten since the day before, not that he wasn’t unused to going extended periods without food. It feels different now. He doesn’t have to anymore. 

He takes another bite before setting the meiloorun on the table. He lifts Vira off the bed, using her shirt to wipe her sticky face and hands. “You need new clothes.” He sighs, eyeing the dirty clothes she’d been in when she was taken piled on the floor. He needs to get a lot of things. 

He leaves her in her sticky shirt, picking her up before handing her the meiloorun again. She continues eating it, dripping juice all over his beskar, but at least that could be cleaned easily. He makes his way down the steps, listening for where Boba or Fennec could be. 

He finds them in the throne room, descending the steps. It’s cooler down here, the heat of the day not quite so intense. 

Boba turns to face him, his face lifting just a bit. “I was beginning to get worried.” 

“I guess I needed the rest.” He says, adjusting his grip on Vira. “Thank you for feeding her.” 

Boba shrugs. “I was about to send a plate up with a droid, but then she appeared on her own. She’s got a lot of energy.” 

“She does.” Din says, setting her down as she begins to squirm. “She’s hard to contain when she gets excited.” 

“I feel I should apologize for that.” Boba says, watching her as she begins to roam around the throne room. “She got it from me. I used to get into all kinds of trouble.” 

“I can imagine.” Din says. 

“We were getting ready to go into town, if you wanted to come.” Boba says. 

“All done, buir.” Vira says, holding the half eaten Meiloorun up to him. 

“You’ve made quite the mess, ad’ika.” Boba says to her. 

She grins up at him, opening and closing her juice-coated hands at him. “Sticky!” 

Boba grins at her. “I bet you are.” 

“Let me get her cleaned up first.” Din says, picking her back up. 

***

Din leans against the speeder, waiting patiently. He got what he needed already, and now he was waiting for Boba to return. Vira is asleep in the back of the speeder, having gotten grumpy towards the end of his errands. It’s later than she normally would nap, and he knows part of it is trying to adjust to being on a planet again. 

He knows he should settle down somewhere, if nothing else for her sake. Routine was best for pups. It’s hard to have routine while constantly traveling, constantly jumping from place to place. It had been easy for him, when he was able to leave her with the covert. Now he has to start over from nothing, not even a ship to his name. 

Well, that’s not entirely true. 

He could settle here. Even if he didn’t pursue anything with Boba, the alpha had been clear he would care for both of them. Boba had promised he would protect Vira, he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. 

Maybe he wants to be taken care of for a change. 

He’s tired. He’s been feeling the effects of caring for two pups alone, and then having to give up one of those pups. Maybe it would be nice to have some help. It wouldn’t be fair for him to take Vira, not now after Boba knows the truth. She is his too. He had shown interest in being in her life. Who was he to take that away from both of them? 

He’d have to explain it to Vira somehow. He thinks she knows already, somehow instinctively in the way pups do, she can tell he’s family. He can tell she feels comfortable around him in ways she hadn’t been with others outside the covert. Except, perhaps, with a few exceptions. The Jedi on Corvus, Ahsoka, she had been comfortable with immediately. Togruta don’t have second genders, and perhaps it was something about Jedi that made even pups feel safe around them. 

He’s beginning to feel tired himself. The twin suns bearing down on him are making him uncomfortable, heating his skin under the armor. He’s draped his cloak over Vira, making a makeshift tent to protect her from the intense heat. The last thing he needs is a sick pup. 

“Got everything you needed?” Boba asks when they return to the speeder. 

Din nods. He had gotten clothes and supplies for Vira, as well as some things for himself, and most importantly, suppressants. He had already almost run out of the emergency pack he kept on his person. The last thing they needed was a repeat of six years ago. He wasn’t willing to risk that yet. He couldn’t risk losing his mind with a pup to look after. 

He picks Vira up, slipping into the back of the speeder. She lets out a quiet noise in protest before settling against his shoulder. He covers her with his cloak once more, protecting her from the sun and sand as they make their way back to the palace. 

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