#bobapaz

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Friday morning thot for you that's like... Half somft half crack. Little monsterbaby ad'ika eats just... So much. Din spends so much time nursing. And Paz spends so much time watching and yearning bc he wants to help Din but also he really wants that bonding opportunity with their baby. Adenn, as is their way, proceeds to fuck around until Paz lactates.

Friday morning thot transformed into my Sunday evening delight. I love this 🥰

cw pregnancy, lactation, breastfeeding, non-consensual body modification though Paz is ultimately into it, slight breeding kink

When ad'ika is born, she's one of the biggest newborns Paz has ever seen. He's quietly impressed Din managed to push her out and he understands why Din got so tired in the final months of carrying her, if so much of his energy was devoted to helping her grow. The pack had taken to one of them remaining by Din's side at all times as a passive energy source, and it proved to be a precious time for bonding one-on-one as well.

Paz is relieved that, after ad'ika is born, Din still needs them close.

Garsa's contact warned that with Din's cubi biology, he would likely lactate even if their child inherited his ability to feed on affection. They had to assume she would.

All her other parents take every available opportunity to feed her themselves, cradled close and talking to her gently, shorts walks that never take her far from Din as she blinks back at them with large, dark eyes yet to set their final colour. It's not clear how much this sustains her.

In Paz's mind, Adenn rumbles about the clarity of the child's eyes, the strength of her hands, like it knows anything about babies but Paz has his doubts. It's Paz's favourite time of the day when he gets her all to himself, nestled in the crook of his elbow like she was made for it. He tells her about his family, Concordia before the fall, how she would have had so many elders around to care and guide her if things were different.

His heart pangs for the life their daughter will never know, but when she blinks back at him so trusting and sleepy, he falls in love with her all over again, an almost overwhelming surge of hope and joy and protectiveness nearly buckling his knees. He feels she might forgive him.

He raises her to bury his face in her soft, swaddled belly, purring contentedly. Tiny hands swat and grip his hair, but she's too young to really complain yet.

"Child is strong," Adenn rumbles with approval behind Paz's thoughts, and he swells with pride. "And hungry."

Frowning, Paz pulls away to look.

It's true. Even with all that focused love and attention, ad'ika inevitably gurgles and gnaws at her tiny fist as she always does, hungry for something more. Paz pushes away the rub of disappointment that his adoration is not enough to fill her belly.

"Weaved her strong. She needs to feed," Adenn says, sensing his thoughts.

Paz doesn't quite understand what Adenn means when they talk like that. It was Din who grew her, they don't even know who her other parent is among them, all agreeing it didn't matter because they would love her just the same. But Paz wouldn't put it past the entity to have interfered somehow.

///

"Baby, I'm not suggesting anything elaborate," Fennec is sitting on their bed with Din when Paz enters their private suite. "I just know you're not getting enough and you're feeding for two now."

"I'm okay," Din says.

Both their eyes light up when they see Paz enter with the bundle in his arms.

"Oh!" Fennec holds out her arms, beaming. Paz has never seen her smile as much as since the little one has entered their lives. She all but scoops the baby from Paz the moment he's within range, crooning, "How's my little monster?"

Paz forces down his sting of disappointment. He will have an entire lifetime to hold their baby.

"Hungry already?" Din asks.

Paz chuckles, apologetic. "She's always hungry."

"Thank you," Din smiles gently, taking their daughter from Fennec's arms.

Paz lingers by the bedside, hands on his hips. He watches Din open his shirt. When his milk came in, Din's chest didn't get much larger, probably due to his past surgery, and Paz has privately wondered if that's part of why ad'ika always gets hungry so quickly.

He doesn't want to suggest it to Din. Din is doing his best. Paz wouldn't want him to feel insecure. But even Paz's chest is bigger than Din's. He glances down at himself, then to his riduur and the baby at his teat, comparing. Yes, Paz is definitely bigger.

"I have to join Boba, but he'll be with you from high noon," Fennec says, leaning in for a quick kiss and Din smiles, tired. "Love you." She nuzzles their baby's cheek, burring loud with affection and grinning when the little one grumbles, disturbed. "Love you."

Paz smiles when she hops up to her feet and rises on her tiptoes for him, face tipped up. He steadies her with a hand on her hip. Kisses her, gentle and sweet. "Love you," he tells her.

Fennec's eyes are bright and glittering with her smile. Love is a good look on her. "Love you," she whispers back.

Paz always takes a seat in the comfortable chair across the room to give Din a semblance of privacy. This seat used to be the coveted view for when the pack would take Din apart on this bed, but in two short months their lives have changed so much.

They are all so tired run off their feet catering to their child's whims, none of them have been thinking about sex.

Well, that may not entirely be true.

"Fennec asking you to feed more?"

Din doesn't look up from the baby in his arms, sighing. "Something like that."

"You been hungry, cyar'ika?"

The endearment earns him a glance and a little smile. Paz is so charmed how Din still lights up for them like their love has the ability to surprise him.

"I don't know," Din confesses, stroking their child's dark head of hair, thumbing her small ear. "More tired. But that's normal, right?"

"Yeah." Paz wrings his hands together, debating with himself. "Is there... something we could do to help feed her better? With our energy?"

Din glances up at him. Their sweet beroya. He looks so tired. "I don't know." He sounds regretful and embarrassed, it's only in recent past he learned about his true nature. He mutters, "I feel so unprepared for this."

Paz studies him, his softly mussed hair and the slow way he moves. "There could be merit to Fennec's suggestion. And maybe it would help her, too. Better nutrition."

Din snorts under his breath with a gentle smirk. "Nutrition." He gives Paz a knowing look and Paz just smiles back. Din's eyes soften. He nods to the empty space beside him. "Lie with me?"

They hardly bother making the bed these days with how rarely Din leaves it. Paz still pulls the sheets straight and settles on top, leaning against the headboard. Din shifts to cuddle his side, sighing with contentment when Paz's arm wrap around his shoulders.

In his arms, the little one finally detaches from the teat with a little burp, eyes shut.

"She fall asleep again?"

"Mm," Din hums, shifting her up to his shoulder to burp her properly. Paz enjoys her dopey, slack expression over Din's shoulder.

"And how are you, mesh'la?" Paz combs fingers through that mussed hair with the hand round his shoulder.

Din appears to think about it seriously. He pouts. "My nipples hurt."

Paz stifles a laugh at the sulking tone. He gently squeezes the arm around Din's shoulder. "I wish I could help you with that."

Din looks at him and his considerable chest. That little smirk is back. "If only."

Paz grins at his teasing tone and cups a large pec with his free hand, weighing it with pride. "They're big enough, right?"

Din looks like he would laugh if only he had the energy. "The biggest. Here." He passes ad'ika back to him, to Paz's surprised delight. "Let her suckle on you. Might keep her asleep. Let me rest."

Paz blinks as the bundle in his arms yawns wide, squirming. "Er, I don't have any milk."

Din waves him off, already turning his back to Paz and sliding down into a proper sleeping position. "She suckles for comfort."

The sheet is pulled over Din's shoulder and then he is out like a light.

Paz stares at the little girl in his hands. Glances at Din.

What could it hurt?

///

Paz startles awake with a brief snort, unsure what woke him. His senses, thrown wide, sense no danger. The sun is almost high in the sky outside.

He is still sitting up against the headboard. Din sleeps on at his side.

And where ad'ika nestles against his chest, she gurgles wetly, suckling at his bared nipple, eyes shut in contentment.

The seal of her mouth is conspicuously white.

Another pinch of sensation makes Paz gasp with a wince, as though his entire pectoral muscle just seized, and he realises that's what woke him.

"Ah, ad'ika, wait--"

She whimpers as she's pulled away from his chest. White drops well up from Paz's nipple where she had been fastened a moment ago.

Paz stares, uncomprehending. He swipes fingertips at the liquid and finds his hands have clawed, black veins standing tall.

"Adenn," he growls. He glowers from his hand to his chest to his baby who is blinking awake, struggling to focus on him with accusation for interrupting her meal.

His tongue darts at his fingertips. It's sweet.

His cheeks heat, embarrassed.

What did you do?

The entity's answer is a rasping laugh.

"Oh, puppy."

Paz looks up.

Across the room, Boba stands on the threshold of their suite, eyes bright with interest. He's staring at Paz's bared chest where his nipples are dark and swollen and beading milk when their baby whimpers.

Boba has that look of a plan brewing, eyes sharp, hungry smile growing with all those teeth. He sheds armour and kute as he crosses the room, one piece at a time.

"What's the old goo done to you this time?"

Paz hurries to fasten ad'ika back on his chest before her cries can wake Din. He doesn't know what he's doing. The way she immediately settles strikes him with sudden pride.

"I don't know," he says.

Boba stands at his side by the bed, hanging his armour. "You can feed her."

"I don't have any answers," Paz wards him off before he can ask.

"Does it hurt?"

"N-no."

"Does it feel good?"

Paz feels the blush up to his ears at Boba's suggestive tone and stubbornly refuses to look his way. "Different."

A smooth, scaled touch closes on his shoulder. "May I?"

On his left pec, their baby girl nurses, blissfully half-asleep and oblivious to the world. His right pec beads milk in sympathy, neglected. Boba stands on his right.

"Um," Paz stammers. "Okay."

He is not ready for the way Boba sinks to his knee and leans forward in one fell swoop, reptilian tongue extending forth. He sears Paz's bare nipple in a broad, long stripe.

Paz shivers at the sensation, conflicted at the frisson of heat that fans out from that point of contact, almost hunching protectively round their baby.

Boba hums, watching Paz's face. "Sweeter than expected. But seems safe." His head cocks. "Adenn change anything else for you? I wonder...."

Paz stiffens at the warm hand that curls round his upper thigh and smoothly delves between his legs. The breath catches in his chest as Boba palms his cock and balls through his loose pants, fingers curling, seeking with a practiced touch.

"Boba!"

With ad'ika attached to his chest, Paz immediately understands why Din has shown virtually no interest in sex since the birth.

Boba purrs and pulls his hand back. He almost sounds disappointed. "Worth a shot."

Paz stares at him, ears ringing.

Worth a shot? Was Boba hoping to find something else between his legs? Maybe... something more like Din?

He's suddenly assaulted with a mental image of himself groaning face down in this bed, knees spread wide with Boba hungrily hunching his hips against him with conspicuously wet slaps of skin.

His mouth waters. His cheeks burn.

"You always wanted a big family, didn't you, puppy?" Boba smiles at him like he knows exactly what he's imagining and the glint of those teeth is a promise. "Well, you better get moving. Fennec's waiting. If you can nurse the little one, take her with you."

Paz all but scrambles off the bed. He feel steam should be coming out of his ears. "Oh, could you... feed Din?"

Boba smirks at him, already kneeling on the bed at their sleeping riduur's back. "I intend to."

Paz barely remembers to grab his modified armour and the baby's armourweave on the way out, urgently stamping down on the fading feelings of arousal. He doesn't know if he'll ever grow immune to Boba and Fennec's seductions.

He looks down at the miracle of what Adenn did to his body, still hardly believing his eyes. This could mean a lot more time spent with their baby. It could mean a lot of things for them.

"Okay," he grumbles aloud at his inner companion, "Maybe you're good for something after all."

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And then, yes, Boba does rock Din awake double-hilted in all that clenching wet heat, and Din gets an entire afternoon's worth of the best meal he's had since before his baby was born.

Fennec develops a predictable borderline obsession with Paz's massive milkies.

Everyone refuses to thank Adenn.

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Paz: I love my perfect little baby who fits in my enormous hands

Everyone else: This is the biggest damn baby to be born this side of the Rim is she half giant what are her bones made of is she never full why is she so heavy 

Adenn: I am so smart

[bellsyafterdark]

Oh Boba and Paz... Paz figures out what he's up to and Boba thinks he's going to be upset because Paz's priority has always been the safety of their pack and now their child and surely he'll blame Boba for not looking into this before so he knew if he needed to take precautions. But Paz just settles in to help. They need to know for their baby's sake, just in case, but they need to know for Boba's well-being. That's part of taking care of the pack too.

Paz has barely crossed the kitchen’s threshold when Fennec is on him, crowing as she scoops the sleepy baby from his shoulder.

“Who’s been sleeping all day?” Nipping her chubby cheek, Fennec smirks at the little one’s shriek of glee, startling awake. Their baby's high squeal of laughter pierces the air as Fennec peppers her with more playful bites to her neck and arm.

“Just changed her,” Paz says. “She’s hungry.”

Fennec rubs her soft belly, eyes narrowed teasingly. “Poop and sleep, poop and sleep. Is that all you’re good for?”

“And eat. She’s hungry.”

Helmet lifting with a hermetic hiss, Paz’s hand encircles his fellow alpha’s waist and Fennec tilts her head for the kiss Paz plants on her cheek. Beside her at the preparatory table where the pack has taken their meals for a break from the formal dining room, Din is carving a roasted pair of nuna.

He greets Paz with a tired smile and leans into the kiss for his temple.

“Did you rest today?” Paz asks, fingers threading in Din’s short hair.

“Yeah."

Paz glances at the fresh coil of steam as the nuna’s meat parts under Din’s blade. “Did you hunt those yourself?”

Din’s mouth tugs in a poorly hidden smile.

The frustration that Din did not take the afternoon off as planned is eclipsed when Paz notices Din and Fennec stand in the kitchen, absent of the usual attendants. It’s nice to have the privacy to remove their helmets, but if Din and Fennec prepared dinner by themselves, it’s an honour but....

“Am I gonna survive this meal tonight?” Paz teases, though the concern is somewhat sincere. The modest meal with carefully nurtured vegetables smells delicious but Din, in particular, was not famed for preparing more than hydrated rations.

Fennec hums skeptically, bare pinky nestled in their baby’s mouth where she suckles on the flavour of pureed vegetables from the bowl before the master assassin.

“You’re welcome to starve,” Din says.

Paz frowns. “No Boba?”

Fennec and Din tense and exchange a shrewd look. In Fennec’s arms, the little one burbles, chubby fingers wrapping around her mother’s wrist.

“I’ll get him.” Paz is already donning his helmet again.

“He’s been in the study since yesterday,” Fennec says.

Paz had just thought the head of their pack had come to bed so late and left too early for him to notice. If Boba was absorbed in a project, it could be something very good... or bad for all of them.

Fennec looks up at the tap on her orange pauldron, then scowls at the way Paz offers his hands expectantly. She clutches the baby tighter to her chest. “No.”

“If he says no to me, he can’t turn away his own ‘ad.”

Din’s hand closes around his wrist. His brown gaze creases, warm and gentle. “You don’t need her to buy your way in. Just talk to him.”

Paz glances at their other partner for support, but Fennec just inclines her head, conceding Din’s point. And bounces the baby in her arms, happy not to relinquish her claim.

Arms dropping to his sides, Paz sags with a weary sigh. Fine. He’ll try.

Din pats the armour over his kar’ta. “And tell him to hurry up. We’re almost ready here.”

///

“Come.”

Paz doesn’t know why he hesitates. He and Boba no longer harbour bad blood, past arguments about boundaries and duties long negotiated (but often revisited). He no longer looks at Boba with jealousy for the love they share of the beroya Paz lost, then found again in the sanctuary of this other alpha’s family. Boba no longer glares him down with suspicion of attempting to turn Fennec, his first mate and master assassin, against him.

They can even be tender with each other without the prelude of any conflict. Paz would be lying to say he didn’t enjoy it. There’s just... something about the way Boba makes the ground feel unsteady under his feet. How he sometimes makes Paz’s heart skip a beat faster with the slightest chuff of frustration or displeasure. It’s that he can make Paz want to sink to his knees with the right look. It’s how Paz has developed a shorthand with Fennec and Din, that he doesn’t yet share with Boba, and Paz often finds himself stopping to watch, assess and re-calculate.

When the door to Boba’s private study slides aside with a hiss, Paz is confronted with the wall-to-wall projections of internal bioscans, gene sequences and what looks like an expansive bloodline record flowing from the common tongue to Mando’a and back again. It isn’t a great leap to arrive at his conclusion.

“Whose bloodline are you studying?”

Bowed with both hands planted on the desk at the study’s center, Boba is squinting at something on an older monitor that Paz can’t see. He’s not wearing his armour, which still makes Paz internally flinch from a lifetime of being armoured every waking moment for protection.

“Mine,” Boba says.

Paz approaches the desk, ephemeral blue-white lines of the projections wrapping and shivering around his broad shoulders. “Something wrong?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out.”

At Paz’s left, one of the images with what looks like a family tree blinks, updating to render two of the lowest nodes red: deceased. He looks back at Boba with a frown, recognising the concern in his face.

“Fett, are you sick?”

A wry smile twists Boba’s mouth. He finally glances up from the monitor. “Some have found my tastes objectionable.”

Paz snorts a soft laugh under his breath and nods back the way he had come. “Enough research. Food’s ready and the ad’ika’s hungry.”

A cloud passes over Boba’s expression, eyes flickering to the updated family tree. Paz follows his gaze, suspicious. The family tree suddenly takes on new meaning.

“Are... you doing this for her? So she’ll know where she comes from?”

Paz’s chest tightens with fear. They had all agreed when the little one was born that it didn’t matter who her other sire was, they had each other, and... they loved each other, so they never checked, but had Boba taken it upon himself to find out? Was he the other half of her DNA?

Boba sighs and sinks into the large seat behind his desk, arms sprawling wide, somehow making it look like a throne. He looks at Paz with some reluctance.

"We should... determine the child's paternity," Boba says, tone affecting that slow, deep resonance that makes Paz internally flinch because that voice was reserved for court, for outsiders and enemies. Or when something was very seriously wrong.

The ground beneath Paz feels unsteady and a sick feeling churns in his gut. He takes too long choosing his next words because Boba gestures to the projections.

“Did I ever tell you about my brothers?”

“No.”

“They were different. They didn’t live long. The way they were built, I’m afraid.”

‘Built’. Paz turns the word over, mulling its meaning. He often forgets that Boba is a clone of a man because he looms larger than most natural-born Paz has ever met, he doesn’t really know the difference. The idea there could be... or once have been a galaxy of men out there just like Boba is... intimidating.

“Not like you?” he asks.

“I was unaltered, but I’ve feared... how different from them I really am. If perhaps there is programming in me that could skip a generation.” Boba points to the family tree again. “These are the vode I’ve been able to track down. Those with children of their own.”

Paz feels his blood chill. “How did they die?”

“That... is what I’m trying to find out,” Boba repeats. His face falls with regret and he stumbles for his next words, something Paz has only witnessed one other time: when making amends with Din. “I should... I didn’t... I....” He sighs, shaking his head.

Paz frowns. “Go on.”

“If I knew there was a risk Din could carry even with the beskar... the anchor was meant to....”

“So you’ve said,” Paz reminds him. They don’t need to rehearse those old conversations. None of them thought Din could get pregnant with the properties of the beskar anchor in his womb, but no measure was absolutely certain.

Boba’s mouth presses in a tight line. “If the little one is mine. I don’t know what she’s inherited from me. I don’t know what lies ahead of her.”

“... I see.” Paz shifts his weight, hands finding his hips as the mental cogs turn over the new information.

“I’m sorry,” Boba says, hoarse.

"What for? You didn’t choose your lineage.”

And what a poisonous web that has been for the two of them to untangle, the descendants of House Vizsla and Mereel deciding to leave their families’ old wounds in the past.

“I could have taken precautions. Spared any possible child from this risk.” Boba stares at his hands, brow tensing with guilt.

Crossing the remaining distance, Paz comes to Boba’s side, studying the cloud of data floating before them. Boba is, indeed, an anomaly, but one that warrants his own sterilisation?

“Stories say my father’s temper was legendary, and his ambition worse. But people have told me he loved his own legend more than our people’s cause. He destroyed families. Maybe even...” No, to think how much his father may have led to their people’s downfall is still too painful to contemplate aloud. “I don’t know how many I’ve trampled. But Din was the last.” Paz swallows thickly, eyes fixed on the rotating bioscan of an anonymous subject. “Do you think that sort of trait is hereditary? That one day... she could destroy everything we’ve built here?”

Or that Paz still might?

Boba tilts back in his chair, turning to look up at him. Hesitantly, Paz meets his gaze.

“If it is... it’s clearly curable,” Boba searches his face, eyes firm with that look that makes Paz’s knees want to buckle.

You won’t be the end of us.

Paz bites his tongue hard against the abrupt sting at the back of his eyes. This is not at all what he anticipated to encounter when he came to bring Boba down for dinner. “Maybe yours is, too.”

"Hn.” Boba sits back in his chair, looking ahead. His shoulders drop when Paz reaches out, carefully curling round the nape of his neck, fingertips brushing the scars of bonding marks long healed.

“If you still want to find out, I will help you.”

Boba’s mouth pulls in what might have been a smile, but he ducks his head, face turned away. At last, he sighs, straining in his chair, then pushing to his feet. Paz’s hand drops back to his side.

“Enough for tonight.” Boba echoes his earlier sentiment, surprising Paz when he steps in, reaching for him, and Paz obediently lets his helm be drawn down to rest against Boba’s forehead. Boba’s eyes sink shut and Paz draws the breath deep, sharing the heat of air and life in the kov’nyn, even with Paz’s buy’ce between them. The lingering tendrils of fear dissipate in Paz’s chest and he reaffirms their early conviction. It really doesn’t matter who the little one’s other sire is. They are all her parents.

Boba’s hands hold the sides of his buy’ce and he’s smiling when he pulls back. "You mentioned food? I hope it’s hot.”

“Din prepared dinner.” Paz holds onto Boba’s wrists, lingering.

The way Boba freezes with trepidation is almost comical. “By himself?”

“Fennec may have helped.”

Boba’s gaze darts away as though searching for an exit. “Oh.”

Paz keenly sympathises. “We should at least make a show of gratitude. It did smell edible.”

Boba arches a skeptical eyebrow and claps his free hand on Paz’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “Well. Let’s at least hope the little one doesn’t take after Din in the kitchen.”

[bellsyafterdark]

So because I have a chronic case of 'loves hurting my faves' and keep thinking about the whole Paz-Cobb thing... I think it would be fun if that fucked Boba up very badly actually. Like he's got all his guilt about what happened with Din. He's dealing with it but. He's not dealing great. He knows he needs to deal with it. He's actually been thinking of talking to Paz -- he and Fennec are too alike, and Paz has known Din so much longer, he thinks Paz might have some valuable perspective.

And then the conversation about Cobb happens.

Din's still in Mos Pelgo for a few days after that conversation. Paz has been talking to Garsa and is starting to understand how he's actually feeling about things. Fennec isn't really talking to anyone. And by the time Din gets home, Boba is really seriously considering sabotaging his relationship with them entirely because he loves them and doesn't want to hurt them more than he has.

(I'd like to think Din gets home, figures out what happened, and gets Boba to talk to literally any form of therapist and also Paz promptly. But I also think Boba deserves to spiral, as a treat.)

Oh man, me too, we're terrible people 😅

If you want to make this even worse: Fennec HAS been talking to people-- quite by accident and it's not the same, but she and Drash have an unofficial mentorship that Fennec will never acknowledge. She has more patience for the young woman, sees potential in her and likes what she stands for. Drash also helps Fennec accept her new body during patrols where they talk. Even if they talk around whatever's clearly bothering Fennec, she's talking to someone. It helps.

Boba grows more and more isolated. He spends a lot of time with the Rancor in his cage, petting and murmuring to the creature, pensively. The creature's presence is a balm, gently head-butting and nuzzling him. Recent events spiral over and over in his head towards darker and darker outcomes, and nobody is there to break the cycle.

What does he think he's doing trying to rule somewhere as old and lawless as Tatooine? Wanting better for hunters and mercenaries doesn't equip Boba to govern a planet. A city. To think he has any idea how to start a family.

"Be better than Jabba," he thought, but that was a very low bar to pass.

Maybe it doesn't help he complicated Family with family. There's a reason why some people separate work and pleasure. When some of the people who enforce his orders became the same ones who shared his bed at night, he should have known it could get messy. Fennec tried to warn him. It was probably selfish. He thought he could have it all. Instead, it's brought out terrible qualities he didn't think he had in him.

That's not who he wants to be.

It was reprehensible enough that he entangled Fennec and Paz in his choices. He will never forgive himself for what happened with Din. It's no wonder Paz no longer feels safe with him; his poor, sweet puppy.

Is there any way to truly recover and move on from that? Would Boba even deserve it?

There's a dark fist that closes in the pit between Boba's lungs and gut whenever he asks himself that question, wrenching mercilessly. He thinks he knows the answer. He hopes he has the courage to set them free. Or maybe just remove himself from the equation.

First, he needs to learn if Cobb would ever consider a career change to the big city.

[bellsyafterdark]

“I have more space than you, little one. You’re the one who should be tapping out.” Din smirks, stretching as much as he can, not unlike a cat. “Maybe. But I have more experience.” It’s the age old argument, raw potential vs experience. Din tends to come out on top, and he knows it. Boba and Fennec exchange a glance, biting back their smiles. Neither of them intend to go easy on their pets. /2

Nor should they. Delicious. Thank you. 💖✨

🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

[bellsyafterdark]

a tendersoft:

boba, busy new crime boss. falling asleep at his desk/in his crime boss office.

paz, big stronk boi. tendersoft for his loves.

paz 🥺 princess carrying boba to bed 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Please excuse me while I weep into my feelings for how much I needed this tenderness tonight 🥺😭❤️

Fennec is the only one still awake reading in bed when Paz strides in with Boba tucked against his chest, armour and all. Stroking Din's hair as he sleeps in her lap, her eyes grow wide at what Paz makes look like an effortless feat.

"Wow."

"You're both working late these days." Paz grunts, settling the head of their pack down by Din's side.

Boba gently startles awake, registering the change as the firm bed materialises beneath him. His hand fumbles at his belt instinctively. Paz and Fennec soothe him with hands on his arms and chest, Paz drawing the man's attention back to him.

"At ease, cyare. It's just us," he murmurs.

Boba stills, holding the black stare of his visor. Finally, something must click to his sleep-fogged mind because the tension leaks from his body and he allows himself to be settled back upright against the pillows.

Paz croons in approval and begins divesting him of his armour.

"At least I'm in bed. As promised." Datapad lowered, Fennec reaches over to help him.

"Is there anything we can do to help?"

"It's fine," Fennec answers automatically.

Paz stops halfway through lifting Boba's cuirass free. Even with the helmet on, Fennec can feel his droll stare. She sighs, gently rolling her eyes.

"All right. Let's discuss it in the morning. I'm sure there's somewhere we can use both your gifts. Someone needing to be... shot or... charmed."

"I'm very charming," Paz confirms.

Fennec's mouth pulls in a shrug with a glance at the omega sleeping in her lap. "Actually, I meant--"

"You're right. Din? He's too trigger happy."

Fennec fails to fight a smile. "I'd say he could stand to flex it a little more."

"Then there'd be no need for my charm." Paz is audibly smiling as he sets the last of Boba's armour on its stand by the bed alongside Din's and a free stand where Paz will shortly hang his.

"Thank you," Fennec strokes the lines of worry from Boba's brow, creased even in sleep. He sighs and turns towards her touch. "Sometimes he doesn't want to listen to me."

"It's my pleasure," Paz says, both light and sobering. "As many times as it takes."

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I started typing out an ask, got distracted, and forgot abt it OOPS. it’s 4am. my brain won’t let me sleep until I subject you to Paz/boba content (and fennec. As a treat)

so I’m thinking abt Paz taking his helmet off when it’s just boba around for the first time. like. I’m sure he’s taken it off when around Din and maybe fennec before, but it takes him a while to work himself up to being.. seen in such a way with boba. but he likes boba. he trusts him. So one day Paz just. takes his helmet off while Boba is doing.. idk crime syndicate paperwork or something, and well. safe to say boba just. Kind of. Stares (in awe)

Paz can’t meet his gaze, he’s already very nervous, feels very naked, despite wearing the rest of his armor. Boba gets up from his desk, and walks over to Paz, stops inches away from him. Paz is resolutely looking @ the wall/floor. Boba slowly reaches a hand up and cups Paz’s cheek, stroking his skin with his thumb. Paz kind of deflates a bit, eyes flicking nervously over to glance at boba. Boba would say something rlly sappy like “oh mesh’la” And paz would just. Melt into his alpha.

I know they have alot of kinky sex, and idk if they’d call the sex they have after Paz shows Boba his face ‘making love’ necessarily, but there’s definitely a level of tenderness and devotion that they hadn’t yet shown eachother.

I think Paz would love being the little spoon too. HOWEVER. i think having Paz just curl himself around boba’s back is very good. mostly bc of the size difference.

Anyways. I’m having other thoughts but to not have this ask have too many topics, I’ll just send another one, or write down my idea in my notes and send it when I wake up. Haven’t decided! would love to hear ur thoughts on how Paz taking his helmet off for Din and fennec would go.

THIS IS SO FREAKING SWEEEEEEEEET AND TENDERSOFT VULNERABLE BEAUTIFUL-- ALL THE DETAILS-- AAAHH!!

"while doing crime paperwork" lololol

To your question about how Fennec and Din react when Paz first removes his helmet for them, you’ve helped me pin down how to answer another ask which I hope to post shortly and will update this with the link when complete.

ETA: story snippet now posted here.

[bellsyafterdark]

OHhh ;__; i never thought abt boba passing on his genes and if they’d be safe. they probably would be, right? he wasn’t genetically altered at all, like the clones.

Paz and Boba would become closer bc of this too. I think boba is who Paz butts heads with the most (which, it isn’t that much, he did show he’s willing to submit, but still) and maybe they have a bit of an awkward sometimes tense relationship? especially when it comes to feelings. But when Paz insists on helping (doing it anyways bc boba brushes it off like it’s nothing and Paz knows it’s not) they really do become closer, maybe enough to show small signs of affection. ie: brush of a hand over ones back, shoulder, neck etc. touching the other’s hand, or linking pinkies. Maybe when Paz is rlly missing Din (off somewhere, who knows), he’ll come up to boba and tuck himself as best he can into Boba’s body, head resting on his shoulder or, if boba’s standing, on his head. I think boba maybe makes rumbly growly noises, which are probably for omegas, but Paz finds comfort in them too.

Just,. Paz and boba being sweet on eachother 🥺

Awww I love all the little physical affection!! These two really do deserve more chances to be sweet with each other.

I looked a little further into this scene with an answer here.

[bellsyafterdark]

WAILING AND CRYING oHhh my goddd that’s so sweet and holy shit Paz just loves Din so muchhh ;____;

I know fennec sees Paz’s face kind of on accident by coming back in, but Paz doesn’t seem too worried abt that. Does that later come back to haunt him? (Like. Anxieties of being seen etc etc)

Also, idk how boba gets to see Paz’s face and if it’ll be an angsty moment like this one, but on the chance that it’s NOT an angsty moment(or at least not completely angsty), I think boba would be entranced. Din had already taken his helmet off a few times before staying w boba n fennec. (side note, I can’t remember if he’s taken his helmet off before Paz got there?) it’s not easy for him, but it’s not the FIRST time, yknow?

Boba realizes the significance of PAZ of all people, being willing and Wanting to take his helmet off, to be seen by boba. and Paz is stunning. boba will deny it later on, but he absolutely tears up. he moves to stand in Paz’s space, a hand coming up slowly, and gently cupping his cheek. He calls Paz Mesh’la, and is DELIGHTED to find out that Paz is just as shy as Din without his helmet. And he flushes red at the smallest things.

I’m really going bonkers over boba/Paz rn, help. There’s so little content of them

you need to stop doing this to me 🥺😭

Yes, Paz has quietly been testing the idea of truly accepting Boba and Fennec in the weeks leading up to Din's departure but it isn't until Din actually runs that he's confronted with what it would be like without Din as a buffer. Sure, the ghost of Din and the hole he leaves behind hangs over everything but, it's also clarifying.

He realises that when Din is around... they all get a little stupid. When he's not there... Paz might even respect them more? 😂 He gets to see them in their element instead of solely in relation to what they do to Din and as competitive prospects.

It's a unique situation because they're all smarting from the loss and confusion, but he can see with a clearer head what effective leaders, politicians and enforcers they are. It doesn't mean he likes them, but he can recognise and respect ability.

He's especially still mad at Boba.

When Fennec sees his face, Paz accepts he can never go home to the tribe until/unless she takes Paz as her mate. He didn't discuss the possibility with her so, yes, he's still very uncomfortable about showing his face... even to Din. It takes some getting used to, and he notices the same discomfort in Din, though they can't get over the novelty.

He doesn't show Boba his face right away, even though Fennec has seen it and he suspects will tell Boba everything (she doesn't, she knows how much it means to them). But when he does, well... it's not what he expects.

[bellsyafterdark]

The competition is exciting. Din and Paz are in position, eyeing each other up. It’s been a while since they’ve competed like this, since Din was Beroya. Din wiggles in his restraints. “Just tap out now, Vizla.” Paz is clearly not as comfortable, still new to this position. Still, he huffs in annoyance, his competitive side rearing up. 1/

👀👀👀😍😍😍😍😍😍

[bellsyafterdark]

"I didn't see your litter"

"where'd you park your litter"

"your litter--"

next day Boba rides into town on Paz's shoulder. just perched there on one side bc Paz is strong enough he doesn't need to evenly distribute Boba's weight

😂🤣🤣

[battlemastercoffeeco]

thots:

Paz forcing himself to submit

rut brain Boba picking up on Paz's discomfort

Boba getting like. aggressively caretaking? trying to make Paz feel good n satisfied

Paz interpreting that as him not being submissive enough

rinse, repeat

This can be monster au or normal ball and chain-- thinking primarily about emotional negotiation here (but if you want to consider sexy that's welcome, too)-- so we've talked about how Din and Fennec each uniquely helped Boba through his rut at least once.

Forgive me if I've just forgotten but, what about a scenario where neither of them are available, and it's only Paz around when Boba realises he's going into rut? Just a man and his good puppy....

srsly bellsy you give me some of the best asks

only problem is my brain promptly melts 😆