#bobadin fic

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BobaDin AU Bingo: Knights

Here it is! The first chapter of the Knight AU! The second chapter will post very quickly, especially since we're down to the wire on the end of the Bingo (@bobadinweek). Hope you enjoy and have a good time reading about a little bit dumb Prince Boba and confused Knight Din!

update on the bingo board below:

It's gonna be down to the wire but we're gonna get that last fic in one way or another

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Chapters: 49/50 Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Din Djarin/Boba Fett, Din Djarin & Grogu | Baby Yoda Characters: Din Djarin, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Luke Skywalker, Grogu | Baby Yoda, The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV), Paz Vizsla, Bo-Katan Kryze, Axe Woves, Koska Reeves Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Mandalorian Culture (Star Wars), BDSM, Grief/Mourning, Touch-Starved, Deradicalization, Religious Guilt, Rebuilding A Culture Is Hard, Mandalorian Adoption (Star Wars), Tusken Raiders Culture (Star Wars), Slow Burn, Makashi Is The Sexiest Lightsaber Form Send Tweet, Mandalorian Morality, Injury Recovery, Polyglot!Din, Cultural Differences, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Third Person Limited, Din 'I Can't Talk Right Now I'm Doing Queer Person With Religious Trauma Shit' Djarin, Kink Negotiation, Dom/sub, Not Compliant With Book of Boba Fett Series: Part 1 of tell me what your heart wants Summary:

Boba Fett likes to be in control. Din Djarin feels more out of control with every passing day. Giving control over to Boba would make both of them happy. Din just doesn't understand why that has to be so complicated.

 (Or, rebuilding an entire culture is hard. Boba helps, more or less.)

[frownyalfred]

People who never really processed the death of their parent(s) and have thus made it everyone else’s problem:

Bruce Wayne

Boba Fett

Inigo Montoya

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 16 - DP In One Hole

Summary: You’re their princess. They’ll do anything for you. 

Pairing: Boba x reader x Din

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, threesome, oral, facesitting, handjob, double penetration, double penetration in one hole, spanking (it’s like one time), established relationship, reader gets called princess a lot, praise kink cause who am I without that praise kink thrown in, bisexual Din and Boba, hinted at breeding kink at the end

A/N: Y'all are gonna be grateful for that break yesterday. That's all I'll say.

MASTERLIST

Your legs clench around Boba’s head as he sucks at your clit. Calloused hands grip your thighs as you rock against his face, your hands braced against his chest. Your lips part in a moan, another calloused hand lifting to your face, his thumb dragging across your lips. Your body jerks, a high pitched moan rising from your throat as Boba’s teeth scrape across your clit. 

“Do that again.” Din says from where he’s straddling Boba’s thighs, one hand wrapped around both his and Boba’s cocks as he strokes them together. “She liked that.” 

Boba repeats the motion, your body jerking again. You lean into Din’s hand as he cups your face, staring up into those big brown eyes. Your legs are trembling, hips grinding against Boba’s face as you get closer and closer to your orgasm. 

You whimper as Boba’s hands slide up to your hips, lifting you from his face. “Not yet, princess.” He says. “Want you to cum on my cock.” 

You whimper again at his words, Din’s hands replacing his on your hips as he tugs you forward, letting Boba sit up, trapping you between their bodies. Boba’s lips trail across your shoulder as he presses against your back, your nipples brushing against Din’s chest with every heavy breath. 

“How do you want us, princess?” Boba asks, his voice rumbling through you.

You bite your lip as their hard cocks brush against your pussy. You let out a quiet sound as Din leans over your shoulder, pressing his lips to Boba’s. You wrap an arm around Din’s neck, the lewd sound of their kisses loud in your ear. 

“I want you both in my pussy.” You say, both men letting out a groan at your words. 

They pull back from each other, Din staring down at you. “Sure you can take us both, cyare?”

“She can take us.” Boba says, his lips brushing your neck. “Can’t you, princess?” 

“I’m sure as hell gonna try.” You say. 

The both chuckle, Boba pressing a kiss behind your ear before laying back down. “That’s our girl.” 

You turn yourself around to face him, back pressed against Din’s chest as you take Boba’s cock in your hand. You line yourself up, dragging his head through your slick folds a couple times before sinking down, gasping at the stretch. It’s already a tight fit, and you’re not sure how you’re going to get both inside you. Boba is thicker where Din is longer, but you can already feel the burning stretch just with Boba. 

Din’s hands guide your hips down until you’re fully seated on Boba, your eyes rolling back as your body adjusts around him. Boba’s hands grip your thighs, his chest rising and falling evenly as he stares up at you. 

Din’s lips trail across your shoulders, his thumbs massaging your hips. “Taking him so good.” He rasps against your shoulder. “Always so good for us.” 

You practically preen under the praise, rocking yourself a bit on Boba’s cock, hands braced on his stomach. Din’s hands guide your movements, watching the way Boba’s cock slides in and out of your pussy. 

Boba’s hands slide up your body to cup your face, pulling you down against his chest. He presses his lips to yours, hands holding you still as Din’s fingers trace your stretched pussy. You moan against Boba’s lips as Din slips two fingers inside you, stretching you out further. It burns a bit, but the feeling has you fluttering around Boba’s cock. Boba grunts against your lips, hands squeezing your hips. 

“Too much of that and I’m not going to last, princess.” He groans. 

A smirk lifts your lips as you squeeze around him again. You let out a yelp as his hand falls sharply on your ass cheek, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing in the large room. You flutter around him instinctively, thighs dripping with your arousal as Din pulls his fingers from inside you. 

You feel him move up closer behind you, the head of his cock pressing against your pussy. You cling to Boba as he begins pressing into you, your body trying to fight the stretch, but you relax as best you can. Boba’s hands rub your back, helping you relax as Din’s cock presses further into you. 

You’re helpless to do anything but lay against Boba’s chest as you’re stretched open, little whines and moans slipping through your lips as you take both of them in your pussy. “Kriff!” You whimper, pussy fluttering around both of them. 

“Good girl.” Boba praises you, his voice breathy as Din begins to rock his hips, his cock dragging along Boba’s inside you. “Taking us so well. I knew you could do it, princess.” 

You curse again, clinging to Boba’s chest as every thrust of Din’s cock presses Boba against your walls. “Feels so good! Feels so full!” You moan, cheek resting against Boba’s chest. 

Din uses his hold on your hips to pull you against him with every thrust, Boba’s cock brushing that spot inside you with every movement. You’re not going to last much longer, and by the sound of it, neither is Boba. 

“Gonna cum!” You cry, legs squeezing around Boba’s hips as your pussy clamps down around both of them.

You cum with a cry, your orgasm burning through you as you shake and writhe between them. Boba’s hand grips the back of your neck as he cums with a groan, spilling into your pussy. Din fucks you both through your orgasms, rocking his hips as you clench tightly around him. The sensation is almost too much as he cums, spilling into you with a groan. 

Din releases your hips, falling against your back, trapping you between them. You’re trembling, all three of you breathing heavily as you come down from your highs. Gentle kisses are pressed against your skin, Boba’s thumb massaging the back of your neck. You stay pressed against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. 

Din pulls himself free from you with a groan, shifting your body just enough so that Boba’s softened cock slips free as well. Din watches as the mixture of their cum spills from your pussy before he gathers some on his fingers, pressing it back into you. You whimper quietly at the sudden intrusion to your sensitive walls. 

“Let him do it, princess.” Boba soothes you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “You know he likes it.” 

You go lax against Boba’s chest as his hands gently massage your trembling body, letting Din stuff their cum back inside you. 

Ragu list:

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Rex: *after showing up to Tatooine and listening to Din and Boba’s exploits to clean up the planet again* Wow. A… kryat…

Boba: *suddenly on edge, putting a protective hand on Din’s thigh where Din was taking up Fennec’s usual spot on the arm of the throne* What’s wrong with taking down a kryat? Thing of legends, really.

Rex: *sadly shaking his head* Sorry, that wasn’t anything against it itself. They go wild and eat whole towns when left alone, it’s just pest control.

Boba: But it upsets you?

Rex: …I think I know the Krayt you’re talking about. It was necessary, it just explains why Cody was pissed about Kenobi crying around the same time that happened.

Din: Kenobi and Cody… are some of the ghosts that come to meditate with Grogu a couple times a week?

Rex: Yeah. Kenobi wasn’t really so upset, but I think he still had a lingering bond with the beast. They’d worked together for the rebellion for years.

Boba: …excuse you, did you just imply the rebellion had a kryat dragon working for them?

Rex: No no, Obi-Wan worked for the rebellion. He was asked to kill the dragon a bit after he settled on the planet, ended up making a force bond with her. She let him harvest the pearls in her nest and he kept her well fed without needing to hunt. I guess he didn’t realize after he died she’d have to hunt on her own.

Din: …why did the rebellion need kryat pearls? I know they had enough money for the most part.

Rex: …they weren’t to sell. Obi-Wan used a seer’s chamber to figure out where Jedi in need of a pearl were in the galaxy, sent them on with the materials to build their own saber.

Boba: You can use a dragon Pearl in a saber?!?

Rex: Yeah. With the Death Star in construction it was almost impossible to get kyber. Kryat pearls made a good replacement, and Obi-Wan had a tamed dragon. I know he sent one to the princess, and it’s in her saber now, Vos was his usual contact because he worked with the underground that connected children to capable fighters that could train them. They’d get their saber materials and train with their new master.

Din: Are you. Fucking. Telling me. I didn’t have to look for a Jedi. I just needed to find the underground so I could give Grogu a master there?

Rex: Absolutely not! That little boy loves you more than anything, Djarin! The underground is for training those who have no other choice than to run from the empire to survive it. Your child chose you over training.

Din: Fuck this, I’m getting Kenobi to tell me where to find another pearl, I’m getting my kid a shiny hittin stick. *stomps off to the nursery to try and contact the dead*

Rex: …hmm… he’s fun. Careful, Kenobi will try to adopt him.

Boba: *grumbling about a man with a Mandalorian fetish never leaving them be*

[toxictoad]

Star Wars Fandom is weird because I'm like "Oh yeah I have ships that I really like" but if I think about it at all I like? Don't ship anything? Like I'll read fics for a bunch of different pairings but I actually have zero preferences?

Like normally I engage with shipping pretty hard but for Star Wars I'm weirdly ambivalent to shipping idk

[pedroshotwifey]

Din Djarin Recs

Joel Miller Recs

Javier Peña Recs

Ezra Fic Recs

Dieter Bravo Recs

Dave York Recs

Marcus Pike Recs

Jack "Whiskey" Daniels Recs

Frankie "Catfish" Morales Recs

Marcus Moreno Recs

Dark!Fic Pedro Character Recs

Non-Pedro Recs

MORE RECS/CHARACTERS TO COME (Updates once a month)

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(Legends) Traditional Mando wedding vows for all of your fanfic writing purposes

I’m not sure if this is already well known or not but I was reading a legends novel and this was in here and I thought it might be useful for fic writers (you don’t have to but tag me if you make anything using this I’d like to see)

Mando’a: 

Mhi solus tome

Mhi solus dar'tome

Mhi me’dinui an

Mhi ba’juri verde 

Basic:

We are one when together 

We are one when parted 

We will share all

We will raise warriors

(from RC: Tripple Zero, page 260, by Karen Traviss)

[vorpan-yaimi]

boba fett forever on my mind

[omaano]

“You’ve come for your turn early,” the stranger says, turning to look at Boba as if Gregor does not exist. Gregor flashes Boba a grin, all too-sharp teeth, as the stranger steps away, shaking off the attractive glamour as if it’s nothing. Gregor seems as delighted as Boba is troubled to realise that their would-be customer is more cunning than he seems.

Mereel & Family Booksellers by binz, shiplizard

Allow me to recommend one more awesome Bobadin fic - since @sidhebeingbrand and @toughbreaks were kind enough to let me illustrate their fic for my "Jaster lives" square for @bobadinweek's Bobadin AU bingo card... with a bit of cheating - my love for which only grows and grows with time (and trust me, it does get better with every re-read! ). Fantastic and delightful world building with Victorian era and fae magic, and beautifully written characters where every single one of them vibrate with life. (Boba gets to suffer his 99 siblings, Jango is forced through some emotional catharsis kicking and screaming, and Din is trying his best to be a dad of a fae child. It's just the best, okay?) I'll eventually want to make one more drawing for chapter 2, I just realized during my latest re-read that I imagined the whole scene wrong ^^;

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Surprise, babies! By un_fett_ered

"Boba rescues some babies, tries to give them away, and ends up a father and a spouse.

AKA Din thinks receiving babies as a gift is extremely romantic"

I'm still in love with the Fic, thanks for using the Idea ❤️

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BobaDin AU Bingo: No Gideon/Gideon Died

Finishing up my single row sweep for the @bobadinweek AU Bingo, is this quick little ficlet for a larger AU that I'd like to do in the future. This part sets up the foundation and is far more focused on Boba and Din then the future part will be. It's not beta-read which I agonized over so long, but between challenging myself to post something not beta-read and finishing it, uh, super last minute, here it is!

I had originally hoped to get a T-Visor Bingo but this last year has been crazy but my card has given me so many ideas. So, I hope you enjoy reading this and the other fics, and hope that you continue to enjoy in the future!

The second chapter of the Knight AU will be posted tomorrow! And final Bingo card update below!

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Title: The Daily Grind

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Din Djarin/Boba Fett

Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Canon Divergence, Omega Din Djarin, Alpha Boba Fett, Beta Fennec Shand, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Not Canon Compliant, World Building, Tusken Sign Language, Tusken Culture, Mandalorian Culture, Canon Typical Violence

Summary:

Boba has take over Jabba's Palace and is well on his way to carving his name out as the new Daiymo of Tatootine.

Unfortunately for him, his rut has shit timing.

Scrambling to find someone to spend it with, he gets an offer from the most unexpected place.

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I'm currently working on the next chapter of this fic, and I realized I never posted it on my Tumblr. At least, I don't remember posting it here.

Chapter's are long, thus they take a while to write, but chapter 3 is on it's way!

[totally-not-fandom]

Does anyone have any bobadin fic recs? Preferably fluff or literally anything that isnt them banging or hurt/no comfort. I feel like I've read through everything on AO3

[mandos-mind-trick]

BobaDin A/B/O Teaser

Read part 1 of the full fic here!!!

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 in this part at least, very AU post Mando season 2, fluff and cuteness but also kind of sad, named child character cause plot.

A/N: I posted this a few months ago but took it down after it kinda flopped. There's been some renewed interest in it today so I've decided to repost it. There's a post on my page regarding the universe this exists in and some background. I was in a mindset when I wrote this and I am very sorry. Also kind of cuts off awkwardly at the end cause I just...stopped writing at that point.

@rosechi and those anons from earlier made me do it.

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 loosen 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.

[thejediandthemandalorian]

WIP GAME

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

I was tagged by no one but I've seen this going around a lot and figured it might be worth a shot to get me going on some of these projects. Without further ado.

Genuinely I've been in such a slump and it's been so long since I've worked on anything that I can't even remember all my WIPs. These are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head.

I'm tagging @missypup and @poibynt to do this one. Sorry pardners. You should've seen it coming, it's been too long since I've tagged you in something.