#din djarin x you x boba fett

[rise-my-angel]

Shadows of Mandalore

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Reader, Boba Fett x Female Reader

Length: 20k

Warnings: A/b/o (alpha beta omega dynamics), omega reader, not a poly relationship, angst/hurt comfort, mentions of past trauma, mentions of slavery, smut, oral (f and m recieving), p in v, anal play, anal sex, dirty talk via communicator, slight degradation, one mention of name calling during sex (consensual), m/m/f threesome, no m/m dynamics

Notes: Takes place during the span of episodes 5, 6, and 7 of The Book of Boba Fett.

Perhaps many years ago this vast expanse of darkness below would have been frightening. Now though, you came with the safety that those other then yourself had your back. The fade into what you couldn’t see reminded you of the vast crevasses you had been told to avoid as a child. The elders insisting you went nowhere near where the world split, but your father whispering promises of teaching you not just how to cross but to climb. Such lessons never happened, and so for a long, lonely time you continued to go nowhere near such deep falls. 

By your side however, there was more than just the promises of your long forgotten father. The pair behind you kept far away enough to watch but not listen, but one of them no doubt would not only dive off to catch you but climb up in no time. Both would, but you felt Din’s eyes trained on your back at all times. Even if he was turned to speak to Paz, never once did he not have you somewhere in his sights. Both men watching respectfully, but gave the space and distance commanded by the woman beside you. 

The Armourer sat next to you at the edge of the platform, having requested she speak to you and you alone before discussing thing’s further with those of her covert. Only somewhat taller then you, she still seemed to tower over you with bulk and authority. The fur around her shoulders and helmet designed like that of horns still intimidated you as much now as it did the first time. Sitting next to her, legs crossed as your heart beat a tinge faster, you wondered if her silence was because she sensed it. 

“You were a slave before meeting Din Djarin were you not?” There had been hints of amusement and closeness when speaking to her kind, but the formality of a leader returning with you only adding to the strange worry that you still didn’t belong. You stared out into the darkness as you nodded. Not wanting her to pick up on your insecurity. “And yet you haven’t returned to Werda since being freed.” 

It was either curiosity in her voice or a judgment, a tone you doubt even without the modulator you would be able to ascertain. Your only memory of the place now was of that night. The cracking split in the cliff side and ship so large it looked as if it was rising out of the caverns below, there was painful silence for just a moment until it boomed and lights flew from the ships interior until there was nothing left in your young understanding but fire and screams. 

There was pain in being taken from your home, your family. But where Din’s loss ended in the arms of a people who formed the brave and valiant family in place to heal. You were ripped from a home you didn’t know much about, and tossed into the hands of others with a brand that you still felt the phantom burning of on your neck. 

Omega’s were rare now. Uncommon in the galaxy, and once thought to be extinct amongst Mandalorians. From an isolated childhood to a life of slavery, finally thrusting into the vast world of the very people you heard so much about as a child. You didn’t know what confused you more. Your own presentation as an omega, or the strange fascination different Mandalorians seemed to have with such a presentation.

Din knew there was nothing left of what he called home if he were to travel back, but you didn’t know what was even left behind. Swallowing harshly, you kept your jaw set and forward. “My home, they were killed that night, or they moved on in fear. Either way I would have no way of knowing where to even find them. We didn’t stay in once place if there was trouble, but I don’t even know where home was when they took me.” 

A silence passed between you before she found her voice again. “Keeping in small numbers while hiding to protect those small amounts. An interesting trait for those who claimed to stray far from The Way.” 

Head turning to her slightly, you felt something reach within you as if trying to shield a truth that’s wanted to make itself known for a while now. Your unsure silence spoken as a prompt for her to continue. “Omegas exist outside of Mandalorians but it was with us that their numbers prospered. A presentation once treasured but whose numbers disappeared some time before the Great Purge. Whomever was left, all but perished along with our home world and for some time none of us knew where the remainder had been taken.” 

A sinking feeling in your stomach felt like a powerful weight slamming into it. The shock and surprise of the pirates who stole you from your home, and the scramble to sell you to the highest bidder. 

“Until an omega was rumoured to have shown up on the slave trade after Werda was invaded. A planet many of us thought to be abandoned along with much of The Mandalore System. Hiding our own kind in plain sight.” 

Were you not sitting, hands already wrung together and hidden away in your lap, the shaking may have become painfully clear. Your jaw clenched tightly as the only tone coming from your mouth was that of a whisper. You knew the truth of history, yet the disbelief of stories told as a child fought strongly with that. “No, we went to the Mandalore system after you abandoned it, because you wouldn’t look where you left behind.” 

A creak of distraught peeked into your voice, but neither it or your words offended her. “Who is more likely to be telling the truth, omega. If it is the stories told to you as a child, then you wouldn’t be here right now, would you?” 

Of course it was a stretch, did you truly ever believe the opposite when since day one you had trusted Din and his people more than anyone in your life before. “You said Werda was hiding your own kind, you mean-”

“Mandalorians.” Her head turned slowly to yours, her voice as sure and as absolute as ever. “Or, those born to Mandalorians. Stashed away to keep their omega’s from the very kind of Mandalorians they deemed dangerous for simply putting faith in The Way.” 

You thought of that, even now. The possible truth that the Elders of your home lied of the past and destroyed access to the outside world just to keep it that way. Even now as you walked through the hanger, your mind replayed her final words to you. 

“You are bonded to him,” nodding to Din, “and we are not to disrespect the bond between mates but know this, omega. His transgressions are not yours. You need not swear the Creed to have a place amongst us. An omega born to Mandalorians such as us will always be welcome here should she choose so.” 

Both you and Din had far too much on your minds to even know where to start with the other, and least of all to discuss out in the open as you both were stuck travelling. There were people everywhere, and the transport ship in sight was even less viable as an option. 

Little had been said since leaving the covert, but Din kept you close. A hand on your lower back or keeping you more firm at his side than normal, the spiralling whirlwind of emotions no doubt his was picking up on but also for himself. 

The Armourer had given you a place with their people in the same encounter she told Din, that he had lost his. There was a path to redemption, one that neither of you knew where quite to start but the road there would not be felt likely in his heart. 

Paz spitting he was an apostate, while the Armourer forced herself to stand collected and provided a redemption, but it did very little to settle the fiery conflict the deceleration put within him. You had gently slipped your hand into his, fingers wrapping together, making sure that this not a loss of everything. 

Din had turned to you, back to his people as he cupped your cheek with his other hand. Just like always, you met his eyes through the blackness of a visor and he found unwavering solidarity in your togetherness. He didn’t have nothing, there was still you. For now that would be enough to prevent his mind from falling apart in just another way. 

You both felt the frustration too. All of your belongings now sat either on Din’s person or in the bag wrapped across your shoulders that once held the other piece of your hearts. No home, no child, and now, Din being casted out, an apostate despite the very reason for his sacrifice being for his foundling. A part of their Creed which was supposed to be the most important thing to protect. 

He understood the gravity of what he did, and regardless of how you felt about the repercussions it was still important to him to fix. Something of his identity that through meeting Mandalorians of other kinds, still was part of who he was and wanted to be. You both would fix this, but it was hard to do that in your current situation.

Especially when that situation involved a droid falling it’s alarm that only tripped after you and Din crossed it’s path. Turning back it sat amongst a security luggage port, sticking out a key card telling you to remove your weapons. 

Both of you turning in place to walk towards it, Din was already agitated let alone being yelled at by a machine. “I’m a Mandalorian, weapons are part of my religion.” 

Coming up beside him, you could see eyes on the large man in full armour with worry as if they weren’t regularly surrounded with far more and far worse people who didn’t have the respect and restraint that Din has. “If you wish to discuss this with my supervisor, I will gladly book you on tomorrow’s flight.” 

Sharing a glance between you, a fight with an even more frustrating droid and being stuck here overnight looked even less appealing. Snatching the card from it, Din opened the secure storage, turning to you with a hand outstretched. 

The small blaster wasn’t exactly the best, nor was Din really even happy that you needed one but without the Razor Crest it was a compromise. Tossing it in, he already begun moving onto his arsenal. You remembered the first time you saw the extent of weaponry he kept on his person, yet now you could almost predict what he’d reach for next without looking. Putting it all back though, was going to be a much bigger annoyance then taking it off.

Stepping to his side, Din pulled out the Darksaber. Looking completely unremarkable in it’s deactivated state, but one of the only things that connected you both to that day Grogu left. Sparing a look at the other, you raised your eyebrows with a little tilt of your head in hesitancy.

Din didn’t have a choice, but it certainly felt odd putting a weapon of such apparent importance into a security luggage some droid was going to toss into the cargo. Pulling the card out, Din pointed at the little droid. “I know everything that’s in there.” 

“Proceed.” 

You didn’t know why, but the light hearted tone of it’s response to a threat, made you smile. An act that had Din looking at you curiously, but in an impossible to determine way. His hand returned to your lower back as you entered the transport making your way to whatever seats they booked you in. 

Gesturing you to go in first, you took the bag off your shoulders, letting it hang off the edge of the armrest next to the wall. Eyes shutting with a huff, you let your head rest back for just a moment as you felt Din move in next to you. 

It was those quiet times in the cockpit of the Razor Crest that you and Din felt the most connected. A long way to travel with the peace of just the two of you interspersed with a baby wanting in on the affection. Many times Grogu would end up on Din’s lap, venture over to yours for a while and then back to Din when he wanted to sleep. 

It was those moment’s you felt that bond the Armourer spoke of. Technically you and Din weren’t mated, but your souls reached for one another in instinct at all times and kept any from stealing you away. It was more quiet now though. An unspoken you always felt.

Din able to retain his alpha, knowing it would calm whatever senses your omega had the potential of putting off to much. Feeling his gaze, you opened your eyes to turn and look up at the man already watching you before a child turned in the seat in front of you. 

Curious gaze looking at Din in the same childlike wonder Grogu would often do. The little wave he did and the nod Din gave the kid back pulled too much at your heart. The kid looking nothing like yours but the feeling persisted of how much he was missed. 

It must have gotten stronger, because you suddenly felt a wave of calm splashing onto you from Din as he brushed your knuckle with a few fingers to catch you, voice little more then a whisper. “Cyra’ika,” You must have made Din feel more distressed then you were actively realizing. His touch moving then to brush against your cheek as he leaned in. Forehead not quite touching yours, “How long has it been since you’ve slept.” 

Eyes drooping a slight as you leaned into his hands touch. “Since before the bounty?” 

Smirking at how instantly Din sighed, you shrugged one shoulder. Neither of you slept well since the light cruiser. “I’m not even going to bother pointing out how many days ago that was.” Sliding his touch to under your chin, pushing you to look up at him. “You should try while we’re on here. It’ll be a bit before we get to Tatooine.” 

Narrowing your eyes you grasped his hand, pulling from your chin to keep in your lap. “What about you?” 

His chuckle was light enough that no one but you could have picked it up, making you pout a tad as he pulled away from your lap to slide it up behind your neck. Firmly yet soothingly holding you close to him. “I will, I promise.” 

His hand pulling you to rest gently on his shoulder, knowing that you liked the coolness of the beskar on your skin lately. You had been running hotter the past few weeks, and with little chances to lay together and surround yourself with Din’s even warmer body heat, you took advantage of the beskar’s temperature. 

Din waited until you were asleep to pull out the wrapped cloth. The shirt forged from the spear he used to rescue Grogu. A fitting transference if you asked him. If he squinted, Din could almost see the shape of his head and large ears in the wrappings, but it also certainly was just the loneliness without him pulling at his heart. 

You had each other, but missing Grogu was something else entirely and it left a painful void. He tried to keep the subject from you, Grogu was his and their clan was made just with the two of them, but you were just as important to it. An honorary member turning it to a clan of three that you insisted wasn’t true. You always wanted to keep a distance. Fearing your attachment would come across as trying to invade on their space despite how much both parties wanted you too. 

Your distress at his leaving was more evident, everything you felt lately was more intense. Screaming to the surrounding people that you were omega in distress and Din put forth everything in his power to keep you calm and safe in his arms. Even the rising level of your body heat was concerning to Din. He knew you tried to hide it, but he scanned and checked your vitals through his visor more then you knew, even before you joined him. 

Finding himself scanning you to ensure you were alright and safe between visits to Navarro. It was there he noticed your former slavers brand was red inflamed. You had been working on removing it, but it was leaving a new scar on your neck at how viciously you scrubbed it away. 

He bought bacta specifically for it, telling you to use it before bed and not to touch your fading brand until it was healed entirely. He protected you just like that now, even if it meant keeping both of your pains quiet. The first night you two were together was after Grogu had left, and the feeling off ripped away loss send you hurling towards a stress induced heat. 

Your presentation had never quite gone back down after your heat ended. Like you were stuck on the verge of another, but kept rooted to the ground by Din’s soothing presence and the command of his alpha. He hoped seeing Grogu would be good for you, even if it would still mean leaving him once more.

You didn’t allow yourself a goodbye. Turning your gaze away to leave the moment to them alone, and from the distance he felt more torn apart inside at how raging your omega screamed. Letting what you subconsciously saw as your own kid, just be taken away after everything to rescue him. 

Maybe that’s why Din was handling it just the slightest bit better, he felt Grogu’s gentle touch on his cheek and their eyes on each other until they were no longer together. You didn’t let yourself have that, and if Din wasn’t also fighting this internal struggle of what his people now saw him as? This would be easier for you to handle, but the two of you had too much stolen from you and what to show for it? 

No home, no child, just a weapon that held a responsibility Din had no interest in. Tatooine wasn’t a great place, but maybe enough familiar faces to ease both your pains for even a little while. 

Leaving the artificial light of the transport into the blistering suns masked by nothing but the sand below had you squinting walking off the ramp. Throwing the bag back over your shoulder you remembered the last time you were actually on this planet. 

For the first time since you begun travelling with them, it was the first time anyone outside of Din had given you any kind of flirtatious attention that wasn’t dripping with a creepiness. Cobb Vanth was more chatty then you were used too, and honestly? Having a man smile charmingly at you like that almost felt as unusual as it did somewhat flustering. 

Sitting around a fire, Grogu had been happily plopped down between Din’s feet to sit closer to the fire occasionally climbing gently over his boot to glance over at you, only to find you looking right back. A little game between you and him, who caught who staring first and who would be the first to look away. 

One of the Tuskens had made a rather loud noise to another, breaking Grogu’s concentration and giving ample opportunity for the Marshall to whisper yours over onto him. “You know, I was wondering if I could see the resemblance, but some kids just take more after their father’s don’t they?” 

A hint of a smirk formed as you turned yourself to look at him properly, your voice an inch lower. “Or maybe all those years in the sun just means you don’t see too good.” He chuckled, but it wasn’t as deep and warm as Din’s, though it was odd you’d compare. 

He was quiet for a moment, watching you sip the odd liquid the Tuskens had given you all and it also didn’t feel as nice when Din quietly watched you. Though, you figured it at the least was better then the annoying feeling when it was Calican watched you. Acting as if cocky spunk would endear you to him. “The kid’s his. That much is obvious, now you got me wondering where you fit into all this exactly.” 

Cobb had meant it as a genuine question. A Mandalorian shows up demanding the return of the Marshall’s bought armour, has a very small baby in toe with big ears and curious wide eyes, and you by his side. Not a bounty hunter, nor a Mandalorian, and what Cobb knew all to well was the faded mark of a slave brand on your neck healed out to almost nothing. He was interested in this strange trio that walked into his town and rallied the what he normally felt was a group of dangerous creatures together for a common goal. 

To you? It felt much like then Xi’an asked you the same thing. Only she meant it with malice.  A judgment upon your person that even worse, was extended to the kid. A kid that they sent their bug droid to kill just for being associated with Din. She was the first one who made you question if you belonged with these two. 

Cobb didn’t mean it that way, but you felt it. And surprisingly, so did the kid in question. Grogu at some point had found himself up on Din’s lap. Little hand reaching over to you with a grumble as if upset you were too far away. The man beside you chuckled more, “Just like me as a boy, could never go too long without his mama’s attention.” 

Your heart lept at the word, but quickly Din had scooted over to get your side pressed up against his. Grogu crawling half into your lap before falling over and letting out a half purr half grumble. Din’s voice was in your ear this time, and the warmth filling your veins brought calm to your memory once more. “I’d suggest you hold him a while, but I have a feeling he’d just get upset all over again.”

Hand reaching down to trail softly over his ear, you smiled. Not that you could sense it quite yet, but Din smiled at the sight just as brightly. “Maybe we spoil him too much.” 

A gloved hand reached down to grasp at Grogu’s little hand, baby fingers wrapping around one of his while the remainder covered it entirely in the leather. “Spoiling was when you spent the last of your earnings on that plush instead of that drink you enjoyed.” Din had geared you towards a specific vendor one day, hoping you’d catch the sight of the man selling this strange dark blue drink you loved only to stop at Grogu cooing. 

You had turned to look at him, sat happily in the bag Din kept on him and his big eyes trained on a brown frog plush, a bit on the rough side and just short of his own height. Naturally, you folded instantly. 

Now though, it was just one of the very little items you had left. Din kept the metal ball on him, and you kept the plush frog in the bag once for Grogu himself. The droid at the security station was in far worse condition. Paint chipping and it’s voice box stuttering and movements lanky. It didn’t feel as welcoming as the memory you sank into just seconds before. 

Headed towards the main part of town, thing’s didn’t appear to be in quite as working order as you expected. Nothing was occurring, but there was a quiet unsure feeling among the people like waiting for violence. Din, naturally, kept you pressed almost right as his side until Peli’s hanger approached. 

“Where’s your unlikely companion?” As instant as you froze up in place, Din’s alpha reached out to tame the rising flames before they could spark more. The way he could command your presentation without speaking were it from anyone else, would be alarming. 

“I returned him to his own kind.” 

Peli’s response though, almost cracked something akin to a smirk. “Why the hell would you do that? I could have good money off that thing.” 

Pushing past the dryness in your throat, you turned your head to her. “Pretty sure keeping a baby for just a petting zoo is illegal.” Her head turned to look over at you, the little glint in your eye much easier to read then the stillness of the Mandalorian few were used too. 

Shaking her head with an amused smirk of her own, “It’s not illegal. Just morally dubious. Besides, those big bright eyes would have made me a killing.” 

Approaching something covered in a sheet in her hanger, you and Din paused to glance at one another hesitantly. You weren’t a ship expert but something tells you she had a completely different plan then what she called you both for. “Ready to have your mind blown?” 

Well, that wasn’t really the word. More confused, at least Din was more straight forward. “Where’s the Razor Crest?” 

“I never said I had a Razor Crest, I said I had a replacement for the Razor Crest.” The more you looked at it, the more interested you became. The general design looked familiar but not in a way you would have seen out in the open space. 

The two of them went back and forth for a bit, Din saying “This is a pile of junk.” and Peli trying to sweeten the deal with promises of modification and big game about it being a Starfighter used by some Naboo Queen. Pacing around it, you think you may have read a book with something like this in it. 

Early on, you had started reading up on ships and internal ship mechanics trying to prove yourself useful to Din beyond just watching Grogu. Starfighter’s were in that text somewhere that pinged at your vauge memory. Something you actually know about in a way that’s helpful, finally. 

“I’m telling you Mando, you gotta believe me. This is a classic.” 

While she had inadvertently knocked a panel right off it’s loose hold, you turned to Din from where you stood by one of it’s engine thrusters. “What if we fix it first?” His head tilting, you started gesturing around it. “I mean, we’ll need to fish around for parts, but it doesn’t look salvaged, more like it’s just been stripped.” 

You felt a shiver at his silence, glancing around before backtracking. “Just, I mean it’s not what we wanted, but if we can get it to work,” 

Peli’s high pitched voice yelled out as she pointed to you, “That’s when, not if, missy.” 

Smirking slightly, you raised your hand sin defence. “When we get it to work,” You moved back closer to Din a little unnerved at his silence. “You get to keep all your weapons on you in a Starfighter at least.” 

Could you see under his helmet, you’d see the amused yet done look on his face. Peli, a scrappy friend who was the hardest person outside his clan to say no too. Then there was your hopeful look, and an understanding that you had perked up at the idea of working on the ship for the first time in weeks. 

It wasn’t a permanent solution, but it was a temporary one that seemed to brighten your face. Glancing up at it, then down to you, your eyes wide and mouth slightly parted in hope. “Fixed up it’ll sell for more then we paid.” 

Peli had a protest to it, but the excitement in your eyes was just the right amount for Din. Hanging your bag up on the wall, you grabbed a pair of gloves and all three of you had some work to do. Peli disappeared to start on looking for certain parts, leaving you and Din in the peaceful quiet. 

Seamlessly working back and forth, interspersed with the goofy little droids that astounded you that they knew how to do anything. But they made you smile sometimes, and hey, five times out of ten, they passed you the right tool. You didn’t even know where to start on the Jawa’s, or more accurately, whatever strange arrangement she had with them. 

You were behind the ship, hands deep in one of the still stripped open panels with half the wiring either missing entirely, or hooked up wrong. “I dated a Jawa once.” Your head flying up, the dead silence Din gave her contrasting Peli not even considering the oddity of what she just said. An R5 unit passing by you, bleeping and shaking from the scavengers still hovering the area. 

Side eyeing it, you just shook your head muttering, “Trust me, buddy. Getting stripped for parts is the least of your worries out there.” Turning away it bumped into you slightly by accident, jostling you forward as one of the open wires sparked. Zapping at your fingertips, one hand gloveless just to have fit your hand through. Pulling back with a quiet hiss, you shook your hand and sat back on your knees. 

Pressing the heel of your palm into your forehead, the warmth came now from beside you not just within you. Peeking to the side, Din kneeled by your side, his hand outstretched towards you. “Here, let me see.”  Handing him the tool but he didn’t take it, just looked at you. “Not that, cyra’ika. Your hand.” 

Dropping it, you hesitated for just a moment ultimately knowing Din would just yank it towards him if you refused. Palm up, he traced your fingers up and tickling the soft sensation. You shrugged not yet brave enough to look at him. “Just a zap, it’s fine.” No words, he looked you over until the image of just dirt and small, older scrapes covered it. But he didn’t give it back. Sparing a look around the room, Peli was no where. “Din.” 

He himself sighed, shoulders dropping in exhaust that had you yearning for the privacy to help wring tension out of. “Sorry, I know. I just-” 

What he expected out of you was not what you had either. “Maybe you should go without me.” 

Helmet snapping up to you, a surge of paralyzing disbelief rushed forth into you. Trying to slip your hand back, Din in fact, yanked you right back into his touch. His heart pumping silence demanding an elaboration. 

Stammering you felt far less confident in this idea then you had when it arrived as a fleeting thought. “I just mean, this means a lot to you two and I wasn’t even there from the beginning,” Din said your name in warning, and pulled you further into him just as you unconsciously fidgeted too far from his comfort. “I just shouldn’t-” 

Peli’s voice rang out higher then both of yours could possibly dream of combined. “I don’t know why you’re always in such a hurry. Build me a ship, fix my blaster holes.” 

Her interruption granting just enough surprise from Din to slip out of his grasp, pushing up from your thighs and walking around the ship the long way from him. “Find us a ship is different then build me one, Peli. Besides we’re the ones doing all the work.” Gesturing to the slowly standing Din. 

Waving her hand at you, “All the work? Trust me, dealing with a bunch of eager Jawa’s always asking me out is hard work, believe me.” The funny thing about Peli is either she didn’t see your narrowed brows as you stared confused at her because it didn’t matter, or she did and ignored it. “You’d know what I’m talking about if you didn’t have a human sized massiff glaring down your potential suitors.” 

Voice flat as ever, one hand on his hip Din just stared Peli down until she threw her hands up in bemused defeat. Not before mockingly covering her mouth and leaning into you, “All alpha’s this protective or just the Mando variety?” 

There was a joke somewhere deep within you, but it was hard to get out at Din’s stare. It wasn’t something you came too lightly, but more and more you couldn’t help but feel this pull of failure that permeated every conversation or thought of Grogu. Not that you’d say it, but you somehow felt like a disworthy omega. Not even given herself the chance to say goodbye to her child and now lacking the ability to comfort the loneliness and dark pain creeping into her mate. 

Or supposed mate, in this case. Kicking nothing at your feet, it became too hard to face that reality the closer the ship was to finished. That was the plan, see Grogu once the ship is acquired but maybe you didn’t deserve it. Grogu was Din’s, his foundling. Not yours. Just a tag along that accidentally fit a nice role of doting omega that now wandered the galaxy lost and without use. 

Tension between you and Din was palpable. His eyes on you at all times the second they were anywhere but the ship. Yours, never met his back. Even through the visor, you found his his eyes perfectly every time. Even his covert making mention of the ease in which you spoke to them like the helmet was just who they were like your face was. 

By the time the Jawa's returned, you had been crouched by a panel away from the door. Knowing both by the quick scramble of small feet and R5 shaking like the least brave droid in existence. Catching it’s attention, you inhaled and exhaled with dramatic movements. But the droid just beeped more. 

Never met a droid that was such a baby before. 

Din’s voice rang out through the hanger. “Where did they get a cryogenic density combustion booster?” 

“Do you really wanna know?” 

Sounded like a fair question, neither you or Din had found the Jawa’s holding a favourable track record of being in the ownership of things belonging to him, or Fett for that matter. A thought that sparked in your head and begun plotting itself out..

“They said they crawled under a Pyke spice runner and crimped it off while they were refueling. Gutsy little fellas.” Hands pausing mid movement, you turned your head just enough to hear her the slightest bit clearer. “Let me tell you something, Pykes do not mess around. Ever since they've been moving spice through the system, everything's gone to hell. Everyone's afraid of 'em and law enforcement won't even go near 'em.” 

Eyes glazing over, you bit part of your bottom lip as you lost yourself in wonder. Things around here looked calm, but that might be in part of fear of what may come through. You’d had enough encounters both with their kind, and that of spice runners in general. Their work and cooperation with the slavers trade were synonymous with one another. Many people you had seen sold off in favour of high quality cut, but not you it seemed. No spice was worth selling an omega until an even greedier profiteer came along with a heftier offer.  

Gears turned, but perhaps ones which wouldn’t make Din very happy. What did though, was how gorgeously fast the Starfighter was. You watching from a view point separate from her hanger, the machine flying through the sky with impressive skill. Peli leaving the field test over to you, saying something about cleaning up after them, either her droids or the Jawa’s who knows.

He unbeknownst to you, could hear the joy in your tone along with the smirk on your face more akin to proud them smug. “How’s the handling?” 

“A little bumpy,” the slight echos of control switches flipping on his end, “let me open her up.” 

The speed catching attention of those on the street’s below, you felt something shiver down your spine without recognizing it. Nor that your tone felt much raspier to his deeper one. “Controls are more sensitive then a Razor Crest, going to have to ease me into this one.” 

It didn’t translate through both the communicator, or the modulator on his helmet but there was a shift in his seat and a grunt along with a more boiling point of his blood before he spoke. “I’ll be gentle. Don’t you worry mesh’la.” 

Face flushing, he called for you again. “Talk to me, sweet girl tell me how I’m doing.” 

If he was doing this on purpose that was unfair. You squirmed in your seat along with a tightness in your chest that felt more thrilling than was appropriate for being alone in a friends control bay. Swallowing your tone down, you shook your head. “Manoeuvrability looks good, take it through Beggar’s Canyon so I can see the navigational stats.” 

Still learning how to read navigational equipment outside of the Razor Crest, you squinted as you watched it coming through, putting together the pieces in your head. “That’s better, you look good out there.” 

“Says the pretty girl giving me orders.” The deepness he spoke in was intentional, it had to be. There was a silence in your bones as he chuckled. The communicator making it feel deep in your chest. “There we go, nice and tight.” 

You barley registered what he was actually doing on the Starfighter, the communicator holding tight in your grip. “What’s an omega got to do to get an alpha to talk to her that way?” 

Oh Din could dish it, but he could not handle hearing it back right in his ear like that. He groaned shamelessly, coming at you like a warning. “Mesh’la..” 

Pushing up from the chair, you braced a palm on an empty space of the control board, far too warm for your own good. “No, please I understand. She’s sleek and gorgeous, I’ll give you space.” Din muttered something in Mando’a that you didn’t know. “I’ll meet you back down there, okay? Treat her gentle.” A quick glance back up to where nothing was visible anymore, you sighed out clicking it off. 

The trek down to the outside wiping away the fluster in your heart, glad this was working out at least in the meantime. Looking around you saw the hanger closed up oddly enough.  Hopping down the final step, you closed the door behind you looking over at the woman with her hands on her hips looking up much like you had chasing a ship too fast to spot. 

“Peli?” 

You jumped back as she did, her hand on her heart as she walked over to you. “Maker, you think that man gets himself into enough trouble, now he’s got people stopping by here looking for him.” A breathless rant you stepped closer to her, hands up almost trying to bring the manic down a tinge. 

“I was gone for less than ten minutes, what happened?” Watching her shake her head, she dramatically inhaled and let it all back out before nodding to the closed doors. 

“Someone came looking for him, both of you. No idea how they knew either of you were in my business but I locked ‘em up in the hanger. Figured Mando’s more equipped for that than you or me.” 

Glancing over, you watched the closed doors for a moment with narrowed eyes until you heard the sleek sounds of the Starfighter back in atmosphere. You and Peli backing up to give him space, it landed like nothing. Peeking inside, Din made it look easy enough but you had a distinct feeling getting used to this one wouldn’t be as easy as before. 

The Razor Crest was a gunship, but more forgiving to pilot. Peli meeting him with amusement in her own voice. “How was it?” 

Din glanced at the pair of you, making Peli cheer to herself as you grinned. “Wizard.” He climbed out of the seat as you walked over, leaning on the side to look over days worth of work. His tall frame loomed over you, were he not in public you’d have felt his hand tilt your chin up to look at him. Instead he stood as close as he could get away with, a strong scent of his inner alpha radiating your senses. 

Your eyes a little dumbfounded at how strong he smelt and how small it made you feel, in a way you wanted more of. “I know it’s not what we wanted, but it’s something, right?” Before he could respond, Peli came back over. 

“Oh, someone claiming to be a friend of you two dropped by.” Holding her hands out, she switched her tone. “Don't worry. I told her I didn't know where you were. Then I locked her in and engaged the hangar security system.”

“She tell you her name?” 

Before anyone said another word, they did for you. “Fennec Shand.” Spinning around, you saw her sitting up on a tricky hanger ledge with a smirk. Hopping down each one, you felt a real grin forming as you and Din met her halfway. “By any chance you looking for work? The pay is good.” 

You could feel even just still beside him, Din’s hovering presence the second anything switched to business. Especially lately. “What’s the bounty?” Being tossed the pay, neither of you even glanced at it’s contents. 

Fennec shook her head, “No bounty, we need muscle.” 

Now the dots made sense. The Pykes, the strange aura of the city streets. Boba Fett challenged the leadership in a different kind of way, no doubt such a name and conquered title would set forth an a new challenger to test it. “Fett’s after the Pykes?” 

Her sharp gaze nodding at you, “Encroaching on his territory. He sure would appreciate it.” 

Neither you or Din had to even look at one another to feel your answers. It wasn’t often Din was shown fair and unselfish loyalty and neither he or Fennec needed to help you when going after Moff Gideon. But they did, and you felt that connecting chain tighten in agreement between you and Din. Tossing the pay back, he was absolute. “Tell him it’s on the house. But first,” 

If he felt that strength of understanding between you go slack, he said nothing until the three of you parted ways. The walk back to the hanger where your stuff hung was painfully quiet and he didn’t deserve this strange silence over something he likely wanted you to look forward too. 

But if Din was straight forward with you, so would you be in return. “Din, I’m not going.” 

He stopped right in his step, turning back to you almost as fast as the very ship you watched sail in the sky. His tall frame hiding the brightness of the sun but leaving your shadows feeling intimidated. “Oh I hear you the first time. What the hell do you mean you’re not going?” 

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came from it as people passed by in the area. Din noting the same, pulled you to the side of the building all but crowding you against it. Trying to pull himself down, his tone turned sweet but you were faster to get it all out. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go with you. To see Grogu.” Your throat closed up, and your hands trembled at your sides. 

Din slightly leaned back, his voice in quiet disbelief. “Mesh’la why would you-”

Crossing your arms across your chest you shook your head. Sinking in on yourself as the wall served as something of a backrest. “He’s your foundling. Not- not mine. You were the one he said goodbye to, I just don’t think I should be there. It’s..between you two.” 

No longer caring of the sight, Din finally captured your chin in his fingers. “Why would you think that?” 

Truthfully you didn’t quite know. Something inside your chest clawed at you and it bled into your lungs until the air felt too strained to breathe. Your arms hung uselessly at your side wishing that you could just hide in his chest like you could before. “I- The Armourer called you a clan of two. Not three. And I guess...I just think there are things you two should do just with each other, without me tagging along.” 

His head leaned into yours, voice tighter then normal as his grip did the same. “You are not just tagging along. You belong with me. With us, you’re apart of our clan.” 

But were you? That first night, those first few days once Grogu was gone. You and Din spent that time together and isolated, your heat had sped into you full force and it’s strength sent his own rut slipping over the edge. So much of those few days you spent in the others bare arms. Blindfolded you felt every touch of his lips, the hot air from his breathe as you freely raked through the lush hair and scratching ones on his face. 

Then the days were over, and the reality of having no home and no child felt painful. You clung to the other like never before, and it had been weeks of almost never leaving the other’s side. Perhaps a number of hours for Din to nab a bounty, but that’s it. It was just the darkness and wandering pain of you both unable to find the lives you lost and just maybe you only had that bond because he lost his other. 

You weren’t even mated. You were just an omega who followed him around the galaxy, it was Grogu, his very foundling that was the love of his life. A truth you never questioned but maybe it was a role that you shouldn’t intrude on. Maybe your place was just this. An outlet for an alpha who was desperate to not lose everything. So you were a body to keep safe. 

You wanted to shake, cry, plead your sorrows, but none came. Just a far off stare, watering in your eyes that were his helmet reflective you’d be forced to stare back at yourself and not the blackness. “You’re a Mandalorian, and he’s your foundling. Just because I’m an omega doesn’t mean I’m one of you.”

Hands drifting up you traced over the Mudhorn on his shoulder. That’s where their clan was created, it wasn’t the day he went back for him on Navarro and took on a stray. “It doesn’t feel right.” 

Capturing your hand in his, Din stared intently struggling to find any kind of word, and even worse, unable to reach your omega. You pushed him out, just to keep him from convincing you. Something you hadn’t done in a long time. “He’ll want to see you.” 

Shrugging, you faked what was likely a not very well executed expression of casualness. “He misses you more then me. He always does.” 

For a moment the both of you just stood in the streets of Mos Eisley, your hand caught in his as you stared the other down until Din broke. Leaning further, he closed the gap. Pulling you in by the back of your neck and resting your forehead against his. A shaky exhale just audible through his modulator and your own shaky one not helped as he held your connected hands over his chest plate to his heart. “This conversation isn’t over, mesh’la.” 

Nodding together, you basked in his warmth as much as you could, trying to steel the spiralling inside of you that screamed of failure. Finally nudging him lightly, you smiled up at him. “Go give the kid his shirt, you went through enough as it is to get it forged.” 

Just another list of things you and Din would have to figure out at some point. His covert. It took more then another few minutes to convince Din to leave without you. Everything deep within being an alpha saying leaving you behind like this was a bad idea. Even if you’d be perfectly safe, he refused to accept that this was you feeling perfectly normal. 

Finally returning to the Starfighter, you wrapped the bag around your shoulders once again. “You contact me if anything goes wrong.” Stopping you in place Din tilted your head up again. “I mean it, Cyra’ika. If the Pykes are as big of a problem as Peli said, I don’t want you wandering the streets alone when I’m not here.” 

Nodding, you secured the communicator on you visible for him to see. “It’ll be fine, Din. You’ve taught me well.” 

Shoulders dropping, he sighed deeply. Something muttered in Mando’a you couldn’t translate leaving his mouth as only a sliver of his alpha was allowed to seek out your comfort. His gloved hand stroked the side of your cheek before turning to hop into the pilot’s seat. Stepping back he called you before closing the top. “Tell Fett to behave himself around you until I get back.” 

Your head jolted back for a second, confused, “What?” 

If there was a smirk on his face, you heard it loud and clear. “Just until I get back, Cyra’ika.” There was little fanfare watching him take off, mostly because the Starfighter just moved at astounding speeds. It would be interesting to see what she’ll feel like with the new hyper drive. 

Tucking everything against your chest securely, you took more than a few minutes getting yourself confident enough to make the trip there. A combination of the last time you were there, it was still the days a brand sat plastered on your neck with the world muted heavily on suppressants. Also, it was the first time on a speeder bike in the drivers seat, without Din also there hands on your waist and gentle words encouraging you. 

But you were under Din’s instructions, and in terms of his protectiveness towards you, his rules were followed and you trusted them whole heartedly. So your insecurity had to be shoved down for at least a number of hours. 

At least there was significantly less risk going by yourself to what was formerly known as Jabba’s Palace this time around, all on your own. The sands of Tatooine were bright and lifeless, not much to watch your back in the kind of way ones may have in the past. 

Sat high on a ragged cliff were the highest of the towers stemming up from the hidden depths of the building below. The main entrance was just as foreboding as memory told, large and fortified to the degree you wondered if it was built such a way for posturing rather than practicality. 

Wincing as you climbed off the bike, you yanked off the old dusted helmet tossing it onto the seat as you walked up. Unsure where to even place your eyes, you debated heading around the long way for where you knew a hanger was. Just as your feet turned in place, a metal slot opened shooting out an extended arm with a circular eye glowing red at the end. 

Looking you up and down, the gatekeeper droid seemed to be scanning for weapons. Slowly, you let it watch your hand reach for the blaster at your side, holding it up by the ends away from the trigger as it considered you for a moment. Telling it your name you kept your other hand up for the droid to keep it’s eye on. “I’m here to see Boba Fett. I have business with him and Fennec Shand.” 

In an instant, the droid flew back inside and the slot slammed shut leaving you in the bright sand. A second passed as you considered what to do, when the large doors slowly rose open. Just high enough for you to walk safely under there was a Gamorrean there watching you. Jumping back you were about to bend to put the blaster down, when he barked something at you and gestured you down the vast empty corridor. 

Raising your eyebrows, you slowly brought the blaster towards your side watching the guard do nothing to stop you. Either you were already deemed welcome, or just looking at you the guard could tell you weren’t any kind of a threat to anyone inside here. 

Sheathing it, you slowly begun walking down the hall as the dim light faded along with the door lowering closed once more. The corridor itself was large, so much so that even a crowd of Hutt’s could fit themselves in no problem. Your boots barley making a sound as you walked through, trying to recall through the fog.

Following in a line should lead you to twist that narrowed down to a stairwell surrounded by blocking rocks carved around them. The activity was silent and not bustling with life as was the time you had been here. Dragged through the crowds with a chain around your wrist to keep your slaver from losing you to the wandering eyes. Not that you noticed. 

Many of your slave owners in that time kept you completely dosed. Sensing that your presentation would stir up whatever alpha’s were in the vicinity they kept you on heat suppressants for years to keep them from ever happening, which in turn, helped keep your scent dulled to that of a mild sweet scent that only the most keen of alphas may not have been able to pick up on. 

The blockers were the worst though. You couldn’t get distracted either, any incidents and you might become damaged property and what good is an omega to sell if she isn’t in pure condition. So you were muted from the world as it was to you. A dreary and fog filled mind that made the beings around you barley feel like human. The effects were worse depending on who was giving them to you, and being dragged to Jabba’s palace, you were effectively a walking sedation. 

The unaware confusion and bumps were replaced with the clarity that there was little but silence until you reached the turn leading to the main room. Slowly what sounded like faint talking, rose up to defiance and yelling. Pressing yourself against the wall, your heart sped up in your chest. The one voice was enraged, but the other was deep and scarring with absolutes. “Whatever arrangement you had with Fortuna, ended with him.”

You could hear Boba Fett further in the room, just enough solace to have you slink a number of steps along the wall before your toes reached the top of the steps. “I made a deal with Jabba, not him. But at least he had the honour to uphold that deal unlike you.”  

Peeking around the wall, you could see not much except for the shadow of a tall, lean figure that even in posture was clearly irate. Fett through his modulator was without question, the power and deepness rippled through your veins in a way only one other had done so. His voice speaking to whomever was there. “If I were anything like my predecessors, you would have been in the stomach of a rancor already for this disrespect. If you want to be treated with the same respect, earn it. Otherwise you stay at the bottom like all the others who’ve tried me.” 

Biting your lip in surprise, the other party begun taking the steps up. Slowly the red tinted scales matched the steam he no doubt wished was coming out of his ears. Kneeling down, you could see with each word he was being told, the snarl on his twisting face morphed. Hand at his own side twitching until he made it only a third of the way up.

Body stopping in place, he turned back to the main room, hand now touching the blaster at his side. A silent exhale through your nose, you very slowly took your feet down. Back pressed against the wall and each foot step slow as you matched the position towards your own weapon as your heart pounded out of your chest. 

The slimy rage coated your ears unpleasantly as you came close behind him. “Maybe this little war of yours will teach you what happens when you turn your back on your allies, Fett.” You barley felt your lungs even work, pulling your blaster out the same painfully slow speed that he was. Your eyes wide and hands trying not to shake, you took one final step behind his back. “Or I could just do it for them.” 

His hand rose up, blaster ready to fire until you rung the shot out firstt. The force jolting you back slightly, but there now was a burning hole in the Elomin’s chest. Blaster dropping from his hand to the ground, you lowered your aim. Coming up behind him, you breathed deeply before rising your boot up to kick him over out of your way. 

Him slumping over to the ground, you took the final steps down before kicking the blaster away from his still hand. Stepping over his feet, you looked up as you put your own back to see the throne room empty save for the one figure. 

Standing partway up the steps, Boba Fett stood clearly having just turned around to fire only to have seen the man slump over before. Lowering his own, your exhale was much calmer this time around as he tilted his head at you. Down a smaller corridor closer to him, Fennec appeared with her own weapon out, but with narrowed eyes dropped it just as fast at the sight. 

Her disposition changing as her eyes dragged up to you, now moving with a lighter bounce towards Boba whose stance relaxed back. “Thought you’d get here when Mando’s back.” 

Sighing out, you walked further into the room. Boots making a notable clunk as you walked along the gated doors cemented in the floor. Head turning to glance down but nothing was visible to the naked eye. “Should I leave and come back?” 

Boba chuckled, watching your curiosity with that of his own. “Nonsense. This place could use an omega, dim enough around here as it is.”

Looking back up, Boba stood on the lower level closer to you while Fennec perched herself casually on the arm of the throne. “Good to know I’m still a useful piece of decoration after all this time.” Behind you the steps of the Gamorrean filed down as he barked more into the air. 

Boba only nodding once to the body at it’s feet. “Get rid of that.” Like nothing at all, you remembered why many crime lords used them as guards. Pulling the Elomin away like it weighed nothing. Turning back to him, you almost jumped at how close he was. 

Both he and Din were far too silent for two fully armoured men of their sizes. “He said it would be safer here then back in the city.” Watching you, it was hard to assess where he stood with you. At this point you could read Din’s slight shifts as good as full sentences, but Boba Fett was still a mystery. One sending shivers down at the black visors cold stare that only intimidated you in such an enticing way back working behind the cantina bar in Navarro. 

But Boba, if you could guess anything, seemed to enjoy making you squirm under his stare. Keeping it up in pure quiet unlike Din’s change of smooth causality to relax you. “Unless-”

“He’s right. No safer place then with us, little one.” 

Eyes flickering to Fennec who watched you with a playful curiosity of her own. Strange as it was, you sort of missed her teasing yet sharp and unquestioning aura. Nodding, you readjusted your bag, if just out of fidgeting nerves. “Okay, so, uhm, what now?” 

Veins flowing with something that burned the way he stared at you, a feeling that wasn’t determined in your strange state. Broken only by Fennec coming up behind him unphased. “How about a tour?” 

Raising your eyebrows, you failed to hold back a smile. “That in your new job description?” In an exaggerated flourish with a deadpan stare she gestured you down the corridor she had come in through. Taking a second to speak quietly with Boba once you moved out of their range. Glancing around, not much had changed it seemed but it was a large room now that you stood in it so freely. 

Turning for just a second as she caught up with you, you caught his eye. Helmet turned a fraction to the side right at you, there was a wave shivering through your chest that had you swallowing nervously. A moment lasting only seconds before you let Fennec give you the run down of this place. 

By evening, the city was ramping up just as the suns disappeared and a calming night washed over the empty dunes. Despite such a high up point, the sight of the planets lands below in the dim early evening light did no such comfort, but not quite for the events to surely follow. 

Hearing the sound of armour, you perked up just as fast as you then deflated. It was of no offence to Boba, but he held a different kind of scent then Din. Just as strong, and strangely alluring but his alpha felt cooling and in control, whereas Din’s was warm and overwhelming. Your fingers twitched on the edge of the balcony as you returned to the skies.

Foolish to think he would just arrive as you seeked him out. You were the one who didn’t go with him, you had no right to miss him. For a second, the hiss of a helmet being removed startled you alert and straight. Coming down only at Boba’s light chuckle. “Didn’t think I looked that bad.” 

His voice bare sounded less scratching, more like a scarred rasp that you wondered if it was a result of the same events that left the physical ones on his face. Eyes flickering over as he came to stand next to you, you gave half a smile for as long as your energy could muster it. “Sorry. Should be used to it by now.” 

Shaking his head dismissively, his own gloved hands mimicked your position. “Nothing to be sorry for, little one. There’s few people who see me without it, but you’re welcome to be one of them.” 

It should feel like an honour, but your heart had little room. Leaning down to rest your forearms on the edge, your legs leaned back by the knee to accomodate stretching your back for a second before relaxing into the stance. There was no uncomfortable feeling in the quiet between you, but something seemed to be picking at your brain. “Your father was a foundling, right?” 

Out of your peripheral vision you could see him turn slightly to you and nod. Biting your lip for a second before continuing. “If he was a foundling, that would make you one as well. Since he raised you.” 

“Is there a question in there?” 

You inhaled your nerves, and blew none back out. “Why would Bo Katan say you aren’t a Mandalorian then? I mean,” Your hands moved to dig at the others nails mindlessly. “On top of everything else she said.” 

Suspecting he knew you were going prying for information in a much more roundabout way, you were still glad he played along. “Kyrze believes in blood supremacy. She was born to a powerful family thus she feels power belongs in her hands by birthright. Outsiders brought in are looked at as less then.” He noted the still somewhat confused narrowing look in your eyes. “I share the exact dna of thousands upon thousands of other clones. To her, my blood is as far as worthy it could get.” 

To even your surprise you jumped in before he could even finish his sentence. “But it’s not about who you’re born to, it shouldn’t matter if you’re a clone. D- Mando’s a foundling, a lot of people in his covert are foundlings they’re supposed to be treasured.” 

“Like omega’s are supposed to be.” 

Whipping around to look wide eyed at him, only to fall flat at the teasing glint in his eye. Shoulders deflating as you turned back to the view a shake of your head. Boba rested one palm on the railing as he turned towards you, mind putting your pieces together. “How about you tell me what’s really bothering you, and I can stop guessing the wrong answers.” 

A shake trembled in your neck and slid further down into your muscles. The trains of thought in your mind pathing you from grievance to grievance wondering what it was it all stemmed from and truly there was only one answer. The same answer you tried avoiding with everyone. 

Boba’s own stare weakening your resolve, forcing you to once again look back into the night for a ship that still wouldn’t come. Breathing deep for a moment before the racing of your heart got out of control. “Everyone talks about my presentation like it means something. Looking at where I’m from and telling me that they lied about where we came from or who we were when I already know that. I knew my family lied the second I was taken off world and the planets and people were nothing like the vicious monsters they made you all out to be. I thought, maybe if I could get out of this one day, finally be free to do as I please, I’d be my own person again.” 

Jaw set, you dug your nails into the harsh railing of the balcony. “But I’m still just an omega. I’m important, I’m uncommon, I belong to these people, no I belong with the people my mother was apart of, I’m supposed to be treasured as a rare commodity to Mandalorians but all I’ve done is get passed around from group to group solely beacuse of a presentation I can’t control. I’m seen as an omega, and so everyone thinks their the ones entitled to have me. Except...” 

Boba seemed to stand closer to your side now, his voice quieter but deeper as it hit your ear. “Except for Djarin.” Without committing in whole, you glanced only for a fraction to the man beside you but said nothing. “He wondered why you never asked him about you or your kind, when clearly he knew.” 

Saying nothing to answer the question he posed, it was obvious he wanted you to fill in the blanks for yourself. It was easy to strip away the barriers and see what was always there. “Because I went to him, not the other way around.” 

“To the others, you are a commodity. Who gets the omega, those her kind were stolen from or people like Kryze’s kind who wanted you out of the way in the first place.” You never did like the suspicious way Bo Katan looked at you, but Din was always there to keep you firmly at his side. "In a way you are right. There probably aren’t many people who see you as anything more then an Omega. But the ones that want you for more then that are already here. Or, in spirit.” 

His head gesturing to the night sky. Two people he meant in that case. So many people obsessed with what you were, and where you belonged or didn’t belong. Something you slowly came to realize, was a common threat amongst both Din and Boba as well. An apostate and an outcast, both alongside an omega who had no idea what her place in the galaxy was outside them. 

“What about you?” Turning your head enough to see him meet your eyes, a knowing deepness in them which you didn’t even catch in yourself. Not sure what it was you truly were asking. “You were asking me-” 

“The polite thing to do when getting to know someone is to ask questions.” Pausing, you squinted at him in slight confusion until the smirk forming on his own face made yours fall flat. “I’m interested in where you came from, because I find you interesting. Just as Djarin does.” 

Taking a step towards you, you straightened up as your lungs tightened in something feeling like a strange set of nerves, not quite stemming from intimidation. Before he found himself intimately close in your space, you found your habits slipping back. “I’m sorry. For dumping all of this on you. I just, I’m not used to being away from Mando without even having the kid, everything just feels weird.” 

Those very nerves turned into shivers flowing through your veins as Boba tilted your chin up to look him in the eye. “Nothing to apologize for, little one. You’re confused and upset,” the knuckles under your chin traced up so his thumb and brushed over your cheek, then down very gently across your bottom lip. 

You had never seen the exact look glazing over Boba’s eye in Din, but the feeling it gave you was all too familiar. The interested pull of an alpha calling to you. “Boba?” He hummed in response, “Is there a reason Mando wanted me to tell you to behave?” 

Oh the chuckle which emerged deep within his chest pulled your soul even closer in ways you once felt purposely from Din. “He sends me his pretty, little omega to protect. One who defends my honour, and opens up about what’s hurting her? I can’t imagine why he’d want me to behave myself around that.” 

His thumb pulled slightly at your bottom lip before sliding off of you entirely. Turning away to pick his helmet up, “You should sleep. Fennec will want to train you more in the morning while we have the time. Once Djarin arrives, I suspect thing’s are going to escalate rather quickly.” 

He almost reached the door by the time you called out for him, his face still just as warm as it was listening to you throw up whatever troubles brewed in your head. “Will be be mad at me? For not going with him to see Grogu?” 

Expression not changing, the quiet tenderness spoke out in his tone. “I don’t think there’s anything you could do to make him feel that way. Not with the way he speaks about you to me at least.” 

Your lips parted slightly, but he gave nothing else. Leaving the room and thrusting you back into the quiet solace of the dark windy balcony. Your brain stuck in a whirlwind. 

Sick to the stomach of feeling as if you have failed your duties as an omega to protect and support your family, but twisted over what the world wanted from you as the very same presentation. Boba’s warmth wasn’t quite the same, it would never quell the yearning to see Din again. 

But it did bring you a comfort that no one outside that little clan of two had ever provided before. If you were lost in your place in this world, maybe it meant something that the connection you felt with both men, also had their own turmoil of where and how to belong amongst their people as well. 

As it turned out, he was painfully right. Factions gathered, and the Pykes moved in quickly. Whatever negotiations their enforcer Cad Bane had assumed would take place were refused and the violence followed suit leaving little people left on your side. It was a mess, and left you feeling terribly out of your depth. 

Making it worse, you had no idea what happened on Din’s journey. Everything moved too fast and neither of you had time to talk. Just a questioning hopeful look from you, and a stilted head shake of no from Din and a sorrow sat upon his shoulders as danger loomed closer. 

Fighting ensued, and you were grateful that Fennec was a relentless mentor. Pushing you enough in the day and morning prior, building a trust that you could and would follow her lead out on the streets enough to handle yourself when she needed it. Her focus kept you focused. 

She was skilled on the sidelines, left better out the line of fire as a silent take down. A trait in which she recognized was suitable in you, even if by both your admissions, you were nothing close to a fighter. But in war, being a lesser suited follower was fine by you. 

Impossible to say how long the confrontation lasted, but the silence in the streets felt as if it was a sound you hadn’t heard in years. Leaning up against a wall, you shrugged part of your upper arm from the top of your shirt. Fennec coming to crouch at your side as you poured a bit of water of a burn striked through your skin from the dirt and sand kicked up into it. Wincing at the stinging, you glanced up to her and back. “Pretty sure only have a graze is a miracle if you ask me.” 

A slight smile on her face, Fennec reached forward to pull your shirt down better, gently taking the container to do it at an easier angle. “You did better then you think. Just because fighting isn’t your thing doesn’t mean your bad at it. You have a good teacher.” 

Smirking through the final wince as she dragged the fabric backup, “Yeah, I’ll be sure to pass the message onto Mando.” 

Briefly considering helping you up gently, Fennec resorted to just tossing the container onto your lap and standing up alone. “You always get bratty when you’re injured?” 

Throwing your head back in a laugh, you pushed yourself up with palms pressing against the wall behind you. “Maybe next time you should teach me how to do more then mouth off.”  Sharing a laugh, she led you to where the others were gathered in all likelihood. 

From a distance, you could see a rancor, flopped down on it’s side breathing heavily in sleep visible from where you were. But the image became clearer as you approached. 

In the stories of the old world your father told you, they were always grand. Powerful vivid images painting in your head from the words spun of drama and theatrics. Reunions one of those stories always told in whimsy. But there was none to be found here, not in your confused, torn heart. 

He was small, and cuddled next to the rancor on his side, but Grogu’s little green figure was easy to spot from miles away. Stopping mid step, the sights in front of you didn’t quite catch up to your brain. How was he here, Din hadn’t come back with him not by the weightful dread on his shoulders. 

Peli was also here. For some reason. Talking to the one from the meeting that you couldn’t quite tell was annoying or just a bit of a coward. The sight was unusual, but you could see the silver shining off Din’s beskar as he slowly approached the slumbering pair. Steps careful around the large creature, before kneeling down. 

His hand gently running over Grogu’s side who shifted closer into his touch. Din scooping him up in his arm to let him sleep soundly. None of them had seen you yet, and maybe you didn’t want them too. A fleeting thought that stabbed another dagger into your omega’s heart and told your conscious self that you weren’t worthy of that soft, gentle love they gave each other. 

Din’s attention was solely on the kid, cradling him up to watch him as he ran his hand over what he could get. Before you could rationalize it, you took a step back. No plan, what or where to go, but intruding on it felt wrong now. You didn’t go to see him int he first place. Why would you deserve to be apart of this reunion? 

Heart screaming to go see both of them, let yourself hold the one your soul treated as your own and the man who gave you a love once never known before. Your eyes stung like the burn on your upper arm, and before the tears could so obviously overtake you, you let them have this together. 

There was no plan in your head, just the need to get back to the palace where your stuff was and hoping reason and logic would kick in by that point. Instead all you got was more of a memory that made it feel worse. The terror of Din telling you to take the child and leave him. That he needed you, and staying here to help was futile. You could still feel the desperate way Grogu clung to you as you carried him from the room, both of you leaning into the other. Grogu’s scared and exhausted head burrowed into your front, as you looked at IG-11. 

Pleading in your gaze to fix things, you and Grogu might be able to do this together but neither wanted to do it without Din. The binding that kept you three whole. Only the memory didn’t serve as some great analogy like your father tied into his tales. 

Din and Grogu started without out, they didn’t need you. Everyone offered someplace for you to go, a purpose to serve but the only one you wanted didn’t feel as if you were worthy. You failed as an omega to Grogu, and a fierce alpha such a Din would surely admonish you it. If you thought the palace was quiet before, it was even moreso now. 

The biggest threat to his rule this far was taken care of, so hopefully this silence would turn peaceful not stay eeiry as it was now. The bag was tossed onto whatever bed you found yourself falling into the night before. Chucking your blaster beside it, you dragged your feet over. The first thing you saw though, was that silly little frog you kept for him. 

It was stupid. Din gave him what he needed, and more then plenty of what he wanted. The pieces of why Grogu found his way back to Din unknown, but you didn’t see yourself in that future. Slowly picking it up you could still see the way the kid clung it to his chest, making a content little cooing noise only to immediately get upset when you tried to get up and leave him be. How normal it was for the kid to switch between cuddling with Din and cuddling with you, and the excitement on his face when he wanted you to watch him about to do something particularly silly, usually to Din. 

Nothing had felt right since your heat had ended. Where you and Din stood was unknown, he was closer and protective of you, his touch similar to that of one bonded to you, and yet you were ummated. Just a companion who filled a painful emotional void once his son was gone, and now that they were together you failed to picture that dynamic going anywhere. 

He didn’t need to look for the Jedi now, he had enough of a ship to start making his way across the galaxy in his own quest for atonement and so your usefulness had worn out. Maybe you’d stay here if you could convince Boba you could find some way to be useful at all. 

No plan was made still. You had no idea that you even had passed out. The strenuous events of the day, the emotional turmoil of the past weeks and the fear you were no longer wanted had piled too high on the very little sleep you managed to get. 

Totally unaware of your surroundings, you weren’t at all aware of the voices in the room or the weight on the bed that joined you. In fact, such presence was only realized, when the weight on the bed seemed to jump, and land at your side with a high pitched coo. Sound increasing in distress until it was at your face and snuggled right up beside your head. 

Once your eyes fluttered open, big black ones wasted no time in realizing it. Grogu say on his side in front of you, one ear flopped out while the other sat low on his face as he reached out to you. Little hand brushing your cheek before a stubborn little noise flew from his mouth and he jumped almost with no effort right into your neck that managed to push you back. 

“Easy, Grogu.” He almost whined defiantly at the voice behind him, as he held onto you much like that very day. Following you sitting up so your back was against the wall, he started looking between you and the voice, dawning on you it belonged to Din. 

Head whipping over, Din stood by the wall underneath a window. Boba a few feet away, amused at the kid’s antics. Before you could even ask, Din stepped over, sitting down to face you on the opposite side of the bed. Bag and blaster now sat neatly on a surface opposite the bed. “I wasn’t allowed to see him when I got there, saying it was bad for his training for me to be there.” 

Instantly, your brows narrowed, but Boba interrupted right as you opened your mouth. “The real enemy to the Jedi. A loving family.” Your sleep riddled brain couldn’t decipher the double meaning in his tone, but you remembered Ahsoka telling you she couldn’t train Grogu because of how attached he was. That Din was a father to him and that somehow would get in the way. 

“Fett.” Boba raised his hands in surrender at his tone. Din turning back, watching Grogu turn his head, still wanting you to hold him but watching Din with bright affection. “I asked them to give him the shirt, and left. He was right there,” Din’s hand reached out, stroking one of the kid’s long ears making him purr into your chest. “But he came back anyways. He returned to us, of his own accord.” 

The hand on Grogu slipped up to trace over your cheek. “I thought if you could see him, maybe it would make you feel better, but maybe it was better you didn’t come. If I could barley handle it, not sure tearing an omega away from her own foundling a second time would do you any good.” 

It should have clicked that it was unusual Din was having this conversation with you, a third party in the same room. But clicking the gears in your head into place, Boba mentioned both of them had talked about you. To what extent the back of your brain was asking. 

Looking at the space between you on the sheets, just a whisper was summoned. “After everything, I didn’t think it was fair to be just as lost as you, me being upset didn’t matter as long as you were more lost.” 

Boba’s presence was felt behind you now, giving your trio space but never quite enough keep away, which was fine with you. Din leaned in, pulling the back of your neck to keep you close, resting his forehead against yours. Chuckling as Grogu leaned in, gently leaning in the middle, and leaving your touch enough to rest a hand against the side of his helmet. “Our kind belongs together, mesh’la. Not just our presentations, but us. We’re in this together. Got it?”

Biting your tongue, you forced a choking feeling back down your throat for another time. Your hand moving to cover the little one of Grogu’s on Din’s helmet and briefly, Din covered both of yours with his free one. The serene moment ruined, by Grogu letting out a yawning whine as he dropped in both your touches. 

Pulling back, you let Din pick him up. “Alright. Back to sleep, kid.” Seemingly only going into a small room attached to this one, Din chuckling at a little sound Grogu made in his arms. “I know, well this is what happens when you play with a creature eight times your size.” 

Pulling your knees up to rest your forearms over, you watched Boba with a curious look. If he was here not just now, but this whole time, the two Mandalorians must have something up their sleeve and Maker knows you have no idea what they had put together. “Is there...something feels off here.” 

His eyebrows raised in a mocking way that didn’t quite match the play in his eyes. “Only if you want it to be.” The deepness in his tone rippling through you in a way annoyingly like Dins. “It’s all up to you.” 

The sound of a door sliding shut had you looking up to Din, now leaning against the door with his thumb looped through part of his utility belt and the other resting his forearm up on the door frame. A sight that was so simple, yet heated your blood noticeably. “Am I missing something?” 

Din stepped towards you, a hand reaching out for you to take. Letting him pull you up gently, he stood tall in front of you. “I’ve been trying to think of a way to get you out of your head. You’ve been on edge since your heat, and I hate watching you this way.” 

Fingers gently reaching to brush against the cool metal of his chest plate, you shook your head indignantly. “D- Mando,” 

“You can say my name, sweet girl.” You had no idea what was going on here, but you were being pulled so close to the warmth of in’s alpha, but also, part of you in another direction. A pull that Din would be able to sense, and yet, was allowing. 

Swallowing, you didn’t realize Boba stepped closer towards you. “Din, I’ve been trying to be there for you, you don’t need to do anything.” 

“Except he does.” Turning your body partially, you felt Din’s hands fly firmly onto your waist in no time and turned you to press your back against his chest fully. Boba only a few feet away, keeping a respectable distance unbecoming of the darker look in his tone and voice to boot. “An alpha can’t ignore their omega in distress, your pain becomes his. And best be sure you’ve consumed Djarin, little one.” 

Din’s hands tightened with his voice closer to your ear. “Not just me.” 

Your Mandalorian behind you, and Boba a step closer looming over you. “What are you-” 

Din’s hands trailed up, sliding just under your shirt to squeeze slightly at the plush skin he found underneath. “You say no, and this all stops.” Apparently Din expected a response, tightening his grip as he spoke sharper. “Okay?” 

Nodding fervently at his tone, it made your head spin. “Okay.” 

Pulling you closer into his chest, Din’s rasp even behind the modulator continued to destroy something inside of you, weakening your resolve to his touch. “Let us take you, mesh’la. Both of us.” Your mouth parted slightly, eyes trapped on Boba which if you could think clearly, was likely by Din’s design. His rasping words and touch, ached still further by Boba’s dark and intimidating eyes that raked over your body. “Get you out of your head.” 

Your gaze never left Boba’s even as you tilted slightly back towards Din. “Both of you?” 

Din nodded, and so did Boba. Oh this could not be what they both discussed about you, yet here you are. Boba took his turn to make a softer case, letting your true alpha pull your senses underwater as he gently swims his way over. “The only thing anyone’s asking of you, is to let us treat you like a kind, sweet,” Each word he stepped towards you until he was in your space just inches further away then Din was to you. “Pretty, omega you are.” 

Your breathing heaved as his own gloved hand traced your bottom lip just like he did before. Din’s comment for Boba to behave. There was no way they discussed this before, and yet? The protectiveness, the possessive feeling which could consume Din at the sight of other men, another alpha looking or touching you as if you really were just property weren’t there. “But Din-”

Giving you once last reassurance. “It’s okay to say no, mesh’la. But don’t just say it on my account. I want you to want it.” 

The air was stark and silent as you contemplated what on earth you were about to get yourself into, but there was a heat radiating from within and burned almost painfully as Din touched, you pressing you against his back to where he was losing his patience to hide how hard having you pressed against him like this made him. 

Din’s own mind both needing this yet confused at why he needed this. There was an angry possessive feeling he had around you, but Boba Fett came to be someone he trusted. And someone who he could trust with you. Putting you between them and forcing this constant looming anxiety in your heart out even if just for a time. One wouldn’t be enough, but between both of them? You’d have nothing left to focus on but their touch and their words and that’s the level of control Din wanted you to give up. 

Watching Boba touch you was going to be a jealousy that he didn’t know why he was willing to handle, but just maybe it’s beacuse you didn’t get to see how you looked together. Never having the gift of sight as Din touches you, only he knew how insatiable you made him and how addictive you looked writhing in pleasure. 

And he knew, you didn’t get to look at Din as much as you wanted. Always ready to let him blindfold you like an obedient omega so make sure he can take as much as his greedy mind needed. But if Boba was there, Din could sacrifice that just this once. 

You breathed heavily as Boba brushed over your lips, and it was Din’s words right in your ear that crumbled the insecurity keeping you from letting them take you as they wished. 

“Let him kiss you, mesh’la.” Looking back at him, he pushed you forward gently. “It’s okay.” 

It was an overwhelming feeling. The guilt of such an intimate act with another man, but the purring encouragement from Din to just let yourself give up control in their hands. Your hands hovered over Boba’s chest plate, fingertips only slightly making shaking contact. 

Din behind you undoing parts of his own armour almost turning your focus before Boba tilts you up to look at him under your chin. Leaning in he gave you plenty of time to back away, brushing his nose against yours feeling his breathe on your face. 

One hand grabbing your hip, and the other keeping his hold he teased bridging the gap but never sealing the deal. Din’s voice rang out, commanding an order from deep within, calling your omega to obey. “Mesh’la.” 

Jumping in your bones, you pushed up on your toes to press your lips against Boba’s. A small sigh coming from you as your hands continued to shake despite smoothing your palms out. And as soon as you crossed that initial barrier, Boba overtook the control from you immediately. 

Comparing the two of them is impossible. They are of completely different realms in nature with their touch. Boba is like a wildfire. Bursting at the seams from the onslaught, running hot and dangerous that can consume you if you let it do so. Once in it’s trap, escape only possible if it lets you. 

Deepening the kiss, you could feel your lips swell and bruise from the rough treatment, and once he bit the bottom lip he was so enraptured with, you gasped. Not just a gentle teasing nibble like Din, no should he have bit slightly harder he would’ve drawn blood. Your gasp was as much of a whine, his hand raking into your hair and tightening his grip to continue to move you. 

His tongue brushing into your mouth, tasting your own and coaxing you to follow suit. Your hands rising to dig into his cowl as he kissed and licked into your mouth until you had to pull back for air. Grabbing both your hands he pulled them in front to the side of his chest plate. “Undress me, little one.” 

It was hard to tell if they used their presentation to command you, or if having two of them in the room like this was just turning your brain into sludge. Nodding fervently, you swallowed trying to focus hard on taking each part of his armour off with care, just like you do Din’s. Who had ideas of his own. 

Pulling you into his chest once more, only now you felt much more the softer press of his body without the coolness of the armour at his back. Slightly pouting at not being able to do it for him. Din pulled your outer layer down your arms and stood back to let you continue. 

Hesitating once his upper body was done, you look up to Boba wide eyed in question. Shaking as he nodded, raking his hand through your hair once again as you knelt down. Your body feeling like it truly was becoming surrounded by fire at how this position felt, but you made sure to take your time undoing every piece, putting it down gently to where you now could see Din’s not too far away. Stacked just the way you do it. 

Looking up at Boba, now like Din, just in his flight suit, you ran your hands innocently up the length of his calves. “May I?” Dancing up to the bottom of his shirt, Boba chuckled. Watching slowly as you stood up. Hands raising his shirt as you did so until you stood in front of him. He did no work. Watched with dark amusement as you had to lean close into him to pull it off until it was down his arms. 

Din’s touch, crowded you just then. None of the patience, Din pulled your shirt and chest band up and off in one swoop. Not yet touching you he kept his arms around you, one on your hip the other by your mouth. “Bite.” 

Gently taking the leather between your teeth he pulled it off letting you see his hand as he yanked his other glove off and gently took the other from you. Finally able to look, you realized you didn’t really get the chance to see Din the way you could look at Boba now. 

Greedily reaching to run your hands over his large chest, eyes trapped on every scar, burn, gunshot that was painted on no doubt a story to follow. You didn’t know Din’s by sight, but you knew them by touch, so you did the opposite. 

Fingers tracing only lightly across each mark as you barley blinked staring at him. The heat in your limbs travelling between your legs. Skin rough in some places and soft in others you reached down to his pants and gently tucked the seam into your fingers. Not waiting for permission, you went to slowly move when Din did the same to you. 

Yanking your bottoms down, underwear in his grasp in one go. Tossing them aside. You whined in your chest as you felt his rough hands now bare run across your skin while you gently finished undressing Boba. Another sight you never got to see, but the heat between your legs now felt much like a need. 

He was a large and thick man, in more places then one including his cock. Thick and begging for your touch it was more then half hard. His hand thumb traced your bottom lip and tugged, gaining your attention. His eyes black as anything as his face twisted in a more aggressive harshness then the soft patience before. “Small mouth to fit such a thick cock.” 

Your thighs squeezed together as you ran your hands up his thighs glancing back at his length. Shuffling closer, you reached up to run your thumb and forefinger over his leaking tip. His legs steeled in a flex at the sensation along with his muscles constricting. Running them up and down his length slightly before gently cradling him close to the base of his cock. Almost like a kitten, you licked gently over the tip. Each time slipping more of him inside your mouth. 

Knees engaged each side of you as Din’s helmet soothed your sweating skin and leaned into the back of your head. His own hands running over your thighs but much firmer then your touch. He said nothing, but the more of Boba’s cock you slipped into your mouth the more overwhelmed you felt. Boba it seemed, was just as talkative in the bedroom as Din, but with one small difference. 

Boba took pleasure in being mean, and you only got more wet the more he talked. “Djarin’s far too easy on you it seems. Go on, little one you can fit more then that.” Sliding more in, you could feel Din run down to rub gently at your clit, making you moan around Boba’s cock. 

Almost like he couldn’t help himself, he ran his fingers over your throat as you slowly took more of him into your mouth. Full and overwhelmed you felt your nerves on fire as much as the fingers on your clit rubbed harsher, pushing more pressure into you as your mouth soaked the thickness inside it. 

Head starting to bob up and down, you felt tears at the corner of your eyes as well as your heart pounding each time you tried taking him deeper. “All the way this time, that’s it.” You cried around his cock as your nose pressed against the coarse hair around his pelvis soaking as saliva built and even dipped from your mouth the deeper he kept himself in. 

Din’s touch on your clit making you burn and shake wanting so desperately to grasp onto his arms but they were firmly set on Boba’s thighs as you slid his cock in and out of your mouth. “I knew you’d have such a filthy mouth, just not such a messy one.” His fingers swiping the saliva on your skin before tipping your gaze up slightly to see your eyes fluttering. “You wet from his fingers, from sucking my cock or are you just that much of a little greedy omega?” Moaning once more you felt him throb in your mouth as you felt almost lightheaded. 

One of Din’s hands slid up, groping at one of your breasts, fingers twisting your nipple enough to make you want to arch back into his touch, but he only shushed you gently in your ear. Your breathing already strained feeling that much weaker at how much your body wanted to writhe at Din’s touch. 

“Your girl like a mess, Djarin?” 

Both of Din’s hands stopped moving for a second, like he was contemplating something before he slid his hand down, shoving between your thighs as much the angle could offer. Sliding two thick fingers smoothly into your soaked pussy he groaned just quiet enough you could hear it. The one on your breast moved down to your stomach. “No, just greedy.” 

Din’s helmet now resting on your shoulder thrusting his fingers in and out with such little resistance and every slide of Boba’s cock making you clench that much harder. Groaning louder at how much he could see your wetness from even here, his other hand stroking your stomach with his thumb. Refusing to let you wince or flinch at your insecurity. No, he wanted you on full display. 

Boba’s hand raking around the opposite side of your head he pulled you into him close as he could, feeling him twitch inside of your mouth before letting go. “Fuck, such a filthy fucking thing, that’s right swallow all of it, good girl.” Boba’s cum spilling into your mouth, so close to the back of your throat and the twisting of pleasure Din was bringing you with his fingers made you almost want to cry it was too much. 

Slowly pulling you off inch by inch both men watched a mixture of saliva and cum almost dripping from your gasping mouth as Boba’s cock finally left you. Din’s hand turning you by your neck gently to look partially back at him, the darkness of the visor even contrasted to the gritted teeth and dark panting face of Boba’s. He still brought you comfort as Din brushed mercilessly against a sensitive wall inside of you. “Doing so good for me, sweet girl. So fucking good,” 

Your hands free you reached back to grab at whatever you could of Din as the heel of his palm roughly rubbed your clit as he thrusted them in and out almost rougher then before. Gasping you arched back, unashamed at how much it put your tits almost on display. “Din, please let me cum. Please, I’m so-” 

Whinging you couldn’t even finish your owns entrance as he pressed his other palm hard against your stomach as he sped up enough you could hear how much you soaked him. “Come on, you can cum mesh’la. All for me.” 

“Taking all the credit isn’t your style,” Boba’s voice was further away, rasping with a dash of cheeky as Din pulled you right over that edge. Holding you tight against him as you cried out as your orgasm washed over you. Seizing your muscles tightly in his hold. 

“F-fuck, not ugh, your name she’s crying is it though, Fett?” 

Talking about you like your orgasm wasn’t in his arms and on display it just made you stutter a moan out even as you came down. Pulling his fingers out of you, Din pulled you up with him turning you to face his front. Moving your hands to gently pull his shirt off, you wanted to reach to run your hand over his chest only to get pulled roughly into Boba’s back. “He can have you whenever he wants, so how about you lay out for me?” 

Gently climbing up onto the bed, you could see Boba moving around to the end of it and Din carefully climbing up near the wall behind you. Just as you settled, Boba yanked you towards him at the edge of the bed. Spreading your legs wide to fit himself between. 

“Let’s see if an omega tastes as sweet as she smells.” A man with patience in many aspects of his life, but none as he pulled your hips closer to put his mouth on you. Crying out almost immediately as he licked from your entrance up to your clit. 

Din’s breath stuttering behind you, his eyes behind the helmet stuck on how much you gasped, back arched and legs already tensing in Boba’s hold. Brushing your hair sticking to the sweat of your forehead back, raking gently in his bare fingers like out of everything the soft silky feeling is what had him transfixed. 

Sucking your clit before almost biting it to make you jump, he Boba chuckled deep into your pussy as he licked inside of you. The roughness of his hands but the warmth of his mouth working you over so gently making you moan. Thighs wanting to close, but he kept them wide on the bed as he could force them. Refusing to even give you the reprieve of hanging them over his shoulders. You’d still have some control were he to do so. Your core inside hot and burning, too soon after Din made you cum on his fingers you grasped at your chest mindlessly. 

Only to have Din grab them. Despite pulling your head up to his lap, Boba never faltered. Just moving with the action to keep his mouth tasting you. Din however, wrapped your fingers in each of his before pushing them down on either side of you. His own cock unfairly hard and still confined by his pants, but he needed you to come again. He never gets to fully see how you look cumming on his mouth, but now Din refuses to miss it. 

Shaking in his hold, you were far too close from your last orgasm. The coil inside you twisting and flaming as Boba never faltered in his moves. Feeling a smirk against you as your stomach muscles started to tense up. Your hips lifting from the bed slightly as he pulled you into his mouth from a better vantage. His tongue deep as it could go, you started to loose yourself. 

“You gave me one, mesh’la. Fett deserves one too, for everything he’s done for you.” 

Boba’s nails dug into your skin as he pulled you right over that edge, not even hearing the noise coming from either of them. Just ringing in your ears as you came, falling apart on his mouth that refused to stop licking you up and down until you stopped spasaming. Your senses like you were drifting underwater, only soothed by Din’s soft touch letting your hands go to gently cup one of your breasts again, like the small massaging sensation and gently playing with your nipple just enough of a spark to keep you near the top. 

The two Mandalorians however, had no plans on giving you time to catch your breathe. Like you were a doll light enough to be tossed around, Din manoeuvred you to straddle his lap. Your hands instantly running down his chest, eyes wide at how broad and soft he looked outside of even just his flight suit. 

One of his hands ran up the length of your spine, the other running across your hip over you ass and back down your thigh like a pattern. “Pull me out, sweet girl.” 

Nodding mindlessly, you reached for his bottoms. Thighs clenching around his as you pulled his cock out, long and intimidatingly thick as well. You knew it felt as such but seeing what you had previously fit inside of you made you shiver. Wrapping your hand around it, you ran your thumb over his tip. Gathering as much precum as you could and stroking his cock with it, slow and a light grip that Din never touched himself with. His voice raspy and lustful. “We can do this a few ways, but it’s all up to what you’re comfortable with. We can go easy on you if you’re more comfort-”

Shaking your head furiously, “No, no whatever you want. Both of you, please I want you to do whatever you want,” Turning to see Boba who also was know up on the bed behind you. 

His hand reaching out to keep your head turned on him with his hand on your jaw. “Are you sure?” A second nod yes, had Din groan. Covering your hand with his and tightening your grip on his cock. Boba’s eyes on you. “I’m gonna open you up back here while you sit on his cock.” 

Dins hands reaching behind to pull your ass cheeks apart enough to sting. “Come here, sweet girl. Let me feel you.”

Looking back you propped yourself on his shoulders as Din held you by your hips. Sinking you down was far too easy, from making you cum on his fingers and Boba’s mouth you soaked his cock before even sitting on it fully. Din moaned as he sunk into you fully in one go. His helmet dropping into your chest as his own stomach heaved trying to control himself. 

Your moan was high pitched and needy, hands grasping onto the bit of hair sticking out from his helmet his hands pulled your chest more into him. But as soon as you tried moving, Din held you in place head lifting up to look disapprovingly at you. His tone sharp as his words were short. “Are you in charge?” 

Pausing, you clenched around him, making an even wetter mess already but you shook your head no. Your mind too in the clouds to even joke otherwise. Feeling Din trail his hands up to hold you by the back of your neck and waist. Pulling your forehead to his you shivered at Boba’s hands on your hips. 

His large frame pressing into your back as his hands trailed downwards, squeezing your ass lightly, then rougher each next one. Finally, one of his fingers moving down. Collecting the wetness still soaking you and nearly the bed at that point before moving it back up between your cheeks. 

Stilling briefly as he pressed against your ass, heart racing but your head still in the clouds could do enough to nod. Boba leaning closer to your ear with a deep, “Good girl,” before sliding his finger inside of you. 

Gasping, you pressed into Din more who tightened his grip on your hair, but held you not in comfort but to keep you nice and steady for Boba who was keen on riling you up more as he spoke. “Never been taken here have you, little one?” Chucking deep when you shook your head no. “Not treating her right are you, Djarin? If you’re leaving some of her firsts for me.” 

Sliding the hand on your waist, Din moved his thumb against your clit. “I’m the one filling her pussy nice and full, aren’t I sweet girl?” You moaning just as Boba slid in a second finger and such a moan turned into a whine. Your body on fire, your insides already burning to the ground your body only able to focus on either of what their hands were doing. 

There was a stretch and a burn inside your ass that just two of Boba’s fingers were pulling from you, but the gentle side of a third had you jump. Crying out desperately as Din’s hand in your hair tightened painfully. Voice scattered, you didn’t know if you were even making sense as you writhed in place. “I, fuck, I don’t wanna- wanna upset either of, of you..” 

The hand now loosening, Din slid it down to the back of your neck, pulling you to look at him. His voice as rough as you looked. “You could never, cyra’ika. Fuck, you could never upset me, upset us.” 

Boba leaned into your ear, free hand wrapping around the front of your neck. “You ready to take me, little one? It’ll be a stretch, but I’ve opened you up nice and wet for me.” You swallowed, your eyes on Din and your focus on the their hands but you nodded. “You sure?” You nodded again. “Hold onto him, then.” 

Din sat up better, holding you in his lap. The second Boba started pulling his fingers out, Din thrusted just out of you enough to set your insides alight. Thrusting back in but slowly, forcing you to feel his cock stroke against every inch of inside you as you moaned. 

The slow pace making you lean into him quietly, only to cry at Boba now pressing his cock up against you. Leaning forward, he pulled you out of Din’s hold making you lean back against his shoulder to look up at him. Like they were in sync, Din slowly pulled partway out of you as Boba barley pressed his tip in. 

Din’s final reassurance once more like fired the bullet. “It’s okay, cyra’ika. You can kiss him.” 

This time Boba kissed you, his roughness resuming from before and Boba slowly started to push inside you as Din slowly filled your pussy back up. Your body feeling like it was panicing, heart racing from all the stimulation, but Boba kept slowly filling your ass until he, like Din, was sat fully inside you. 

Pulling his lips from yours, not bothering to hide how deep he had his tongue in your mouth he clenched his jaw at the feeling. “You still with us?” It took you more then a moment to answer, barley with an uh-huh as you clenched around both of them. 

Din’s thrusts slowed down dramatically, his cock almost just grinding in you with painfully gritted teeth hiding behind the helmet. Boba, started to fuck you, but far less gentle. Both of them, feeling the desperation of your omega yearning for more of it. 

You couldn’t describe how it felt to have him pound you from behind that way, it was new and almost so foreign it scared you but you were desperate for it. Crying and moaning only speeding his hips up more and more. The slapping of his skin against yours contrasting with how soaking wet your pussy was with each slide of Din’s cock was obscene. 

Should have made you feel embarrassed but with your body pressed between their chests you couldn’t find yourself to care. “Fucking tight little ass, can barley shove my cock inside you can I?” He pounded harder, your body bouncing more on Din’s from the force. 

“Should feel what her cunt’s like, I’d never-fuck, would get you to fucking leave if you felt her.” Din and him just not speaking to you, but about you and yet it just felt too good. Like they wanted to get you out of your messy head, and to do it, treated you like a you for their pleasure and you were burning on the inside. 

Boba’s voice scratched to hell in your ear, “Gonna let me cum inside your ass, little one? Spill inside you just like Djarin would?” Looking up at him you nodded, Boba sharing a glance with Din that you didn’t see before he kissed you again. 

His cock pounding into you fast, your ass jiggling with the force as Din sped up inside your pussy. Himself leaning back against the wall, watching your face and your body transfixed as his thrusts were slower but far rougher. 

It seemed to sneak up on Boba, his orgasm. A few sudden thrusts almost too fast for you to be able to handle, before he pressed up against your back, head sinking into your neck with a groan. You felt his cock throb inside you before it started to fill you with his cum. Thick and lots of it he fucked you until he was empty. Slowly pulling out, to watch your ass gape without his cock still there to fill it and his cum leaking out of you. 

Din, didn’t waste time. Flipping you around so he was on top of you, pressing deep inside your pussy and fucked hard as soon as you were laid out for him. His cock so painfully hard and desperate to cum inside you, Din was rougher then normal. Your legs wide as possible to the point of strain, and the sound of his hips slapping into yours was loud. 

You didn’t expect it then, but you came from nowhere. Your orgasm splitting inside you and washing over your body as you arched back into the bed. Boba, leaning over to kiss you, his tongue commanding yours as Din started to lose composure. 

“Defect, my perfect girl with the tightest cunt, gonna fill you up okay? Gonna let me spill inside this pussy the way I want, like you deserve- oh fuck, baby,” His helmet dropping into your chest as he held both your hips still as he came. 

Slow thrusts as he too, felt like his cum spilled inside you forever. Your ass still full and whatever leaked out now spread against your cheeks as you were pressed into it from behind. Boba’s lips and tongue swallowing your moans and cries as Din gave a few final pushes. His body shaking from how hard and just how much he came inside of you. 

Both of them, let go of your body very gently. Boba slowing his kiss down to something gentle, before pressing a peck to your swollen lips and one to the bridge of your nose. Din took longer to pull out of you, his cock still half hard from how worked up he got, waiting until he went soft before leaving your soaked warmth entirely. 

You weren’t sure if you passed out, or if you dropped that hard. You felt Din’s touch and his gentle words but not much registered as you tried coming back to your senses. Only really feeling back in the world as you settled against Din in the water. 

Water? 

Looking around, you were in a large tub built into the stone ground like an indoor pool. Leaning back you felt his helmet and arms wrapping around your front. “Welcome back, mesh’la.” 

Laughing lightly, you looked around the room. Not quite a room like a refresher, but it seemed to be solely for the tub in there. “Did I pass out?” 

Din traced his hand over your stomach, “Not quite. You were out of it for a little bit though, thought a bath might help bring you back a little bit.” Smiling weakly you just leaned back into him. Enjoying the quiet. 

A question however poked at your brain, “Where’s Boba?” 

“Checking on the kid. Figured it might be a bit calmer for you to come down from tonight with just me for a little bit.” Pausing he almost sounded worried. “Did you...like it?”

Turning in his arms, you straddled his lap hands on his shoulders much more relaxed this time despite both of you being naked now. “I did. It was...a lot. But I liked it. You were were..” Din suggested the word rough, which made you laugh. “Yeah, but I was going to say safe. I don’t think I’d do anything like that with anyone else. But Boba-” 

“You trust him.” Nodding gently, he ran a hand up and down your back. “So do I. Would you ever want to do it again?” 

Leaning into his forehead you smiled. “I think so. As long as I get just you most of the time.” It wasn’t really obvious that the screaming insecurities didn’t rear their ugly head in that moment. You were stiff, quite sore, but content and snuggling into Din like a loth-cat. 

It was quiet for a bit before you asked about Grogu, only to feel mostly as confused as he did for how he got back. Either he was sent across the galaxy all alone or Peli’s story was just wrong. Either seemed plausible considering what you knew about your curly haired friend and the Jedi. 

Not that everything was perfect, but you felt content. The protectiveness of how Din held you was that of an alpha shielding his omega from the world around you. Din almost brought up the question of mating you, but he wasn’t sure his timing would be the greatest were he to bring up that biting into your neck to mate was all he had been thinking about since he got you in the bath. 

He also had a necklace. Two distinct animal skulls carved of beskar into them for when he did. But for now, you both soaking in this elaborate tub in each others arms would have to do.

Besides, he wouldn’t live down the amount of shit Boba would tease him with for mating you right after letting Boba fuck you the way he did. There might be a bit more of this dynamic to explore. 

He and Boba trusted one another, a companionship that made him trust the other man treat you with the proper respect of a fellow alpha. Omega’s were precious to Mandalorians, but Din didn’t want to share you with his people just yet. 

Sharing your affections with just one other was an acceptable middle ground. Well two others. 

The second you saw Grogu again, the idea of you leaving this little clan became practically impossible. 

[joelsbloodyhands]

HISTORY, HUH?

Din Djarin x Reader, Boba Fett x Reader (small teaser)

DESCRIPTION: When you get injured by a bounty, Din takes you to Mos Espa to get help from an old comrade. AKA; Din gets jealous when he finds out you and Boba have history.

WARNINGS: Discussions of injuries involving blood, descriptions of jealous behaviour, references to smut 🔞 but not explicitly written, references to gun use (ahem blaster use!), mentions thoughts of torture (just readers imagination), kissing, mentions of panic underwater, Din being clingy af, established relationship with Din, past history with Boba, a sprinkle of angst, unrequited love.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics 🚀✨ cover photos from Pinterest

READER does not have a specified gender, they/them pronouns used. Reader is in an established romantic relationship with Din. Reader has parent relationship with Grogu (no gendered title used). Reader does not have a visible disability and has hair long enough to be pulled over their shoulder.

“I know this one,” Boba speaks, his eyes on your unconscious body, focused intently on your pained expression in a deep slumber. Din lifts his gaze, analysing the fellow bounty hunter uneasily. Din’s gloved hand rests instinctively on top of yours, laid flat against your stomach, his eyes darkening behind his helmet, unable to read his comrades face behind his own green weathered mask.

“In what regard?” Din speaks, his own tone scaring him.

Boba’s shoulders relax with a sigh as he looks you over again, “Little troublemaker,” Din hears a hint of playfulness in his words, a hidden note of admiration.

“We’ve crossed paths before. Can’t say I’m surprised to see them in such a predicament,” Boba gestures to your mangled shin and bruised shoulder. “How did this happen?” He asks and Din’s taken aback slightly by his sharp, disapproving tone.

“My bounty. Chased him down an alley, tried to corner him but he had allies. We were cornered and well…they…,” he runs a thumb over the back of your hand, his tone holding a hint of regret, “Well, they stopped him but-“

“Not without injury,” Boba responds, his voice a pitch lower, Din’s head turning once again, apprehending his friend’s sudden anger. Though was Boba’s anger directed towards the bounty or Din himself for putting you in harms way? He couldn’t tell.

“We should get them into the bacta tank immediately,” he lifts his head then, meeting Din’s piercing gaze. Though neither of them could see the others expression, Boba still cocks his head at the mandalorian, a wry smile playing on his lips. “You can trust me, my friend. I have no quarrel with your companion.”

Din hesitates, looking to the end of the room at the large metal windowed casket. “I’d feel more at ease if you explained your history,” he speaks, his head turning back to Boba who adjusts the blaster in his hand almost uncomfortably.

“Not my business to tell. I’d sooner face your wrath than theirs,” he nods to your face again, soft pained murmurs leaving your mouth now. Din squeezes your shoulder very gently, Boba watching him murmur sweet assurances in your ear, his cheeks warming underneath his helmet.

There’s no saying how long the two men stood hovering over your body silently, almost both deliberating how to move you to the bacta tank. Or more so not “how” but “who” would actually carry you there. Din found his hands slipping under your thighs and back, hoisting you against his chest gently, your head falling against the cold metal of his chest piece. You mumbled as he carried you over to the middle of the room. It took a moment for heavy footsteps to follow behind him, a gloved hand tapping buttons to open the glass chamber. Din laid you down into it while Boba watched him, analysing his movements with intrigue.

"If you can hear me, cya'rika," Din softly speaks causing Boba's fingers to stiffen above the control panel, "you are safe. This device should help the healing process. I will be close by. Do not fear. We are with trusted friends.” Din lifts his head almost seeking confirmation for the latter from Boba who nods once firmly. Din takes your hands in his as soft breaths leave your pained lips, he places your hands so that they are overlapping on your chest and then mindlessly taking the breathing mask Boba was holding out to him, placing it over your mouth and nose securely. Din forces himself to pull back from his protective hold against your hands, allowing the capsule to encase your body, filling quickly with the fluid as Boba's configures from the panel.

"How long does it take?" Din asks, his voice weak and rough, his eyes watering at the sight of your body so close yet feeling so far from him.

"Depends upon the injury," Boba starts, his eyes darting between the two of you; the Mandalorian he had come to known as a trusted ally and the trusted ally he had come to know for far more in his heart. "For this injury, perhaps an hour or less. Until then, we can wait in the throne room."

"I will not leave their side," the Mandalorian's words come out thick and unable to be coerced otherwise.

Boba sighs, his eyes back on your injury, the flesh of your ligament already re-growing, "they would not wish for you to stand by and wait. They'll be angry upon awakening if I know anything about their attitude towards injury in battle. There will be an air of shame-"

"It is not THEIR fault," Din argues, feeling an overwhelming sense of grief for allowing this to happen.

"I am not placing blame on anyone," Boba asserts, his voice lowering an octave to indicate to his old comrade that he means no threat. "But as I mentioned before, the...troublemaker and I have history. I know this. They would want you to take care of yourself while the opportunity allows it so that they can heal and awaken when the time is right."

Din shakes his head, his fists clenching, his visor focused solely on you and you alone.

He knows Boba is right.

You never did fare well when you got injured during a bounty hunt. You were self-deprecating, kicking yourself that you could have done better. It took the soft side of Din to convince you that you were good enough to fight alongside him. HIM who you called the best of the best, "a true warrior that I could only long to compare to. The fight is your religion. Your creed has taught you well." With all the sweet words of praise you've whispered to Din both in casual passing and intimately in the dark confines of your shared bunk, Din can only try to offer you the same but where he may excel in battle, he lacks in performance of admiration.

One which he vows to improve upon when you awaken.

"Fine," Din responds just when Boba's defeated steps move towards the large entryway.

"We will wait."

Some time later...

"Din..." you had started, grasping for your second blaster at your thigh. "There's another one-"

You are awaken abruptly with a jolt at the blaring sound of blaster fire colliding in your head. Your eyes widen, stinging and only allowing a fog of vision when you thrash suddenly, your hands thrusting forward, palms hitting a wall that you shove at mindlessly.

You're in water.

Or at least some sort of fluid.

Your movements are slowed. Your eyes blinking uncomfortably. There's some sort of mask over the lower half of your face, allowing air bubbles to escape above you.

You try to calm, your heart beating unsteadily.

One minute you were being shot at, the next you were here.

Where the kriff was Din? Grogu?

You moan out loud, trying to make some noise, your palms attempting to hit the wall blocking you from escaping.

Did they get hurt? Did Grogu get taken? Or were you captured and now laying in some sort of torture device awaiting your inevitable demise? What if Grogu was being dissected and Din was being beaten to death in the next room?

Fuck no. Calm. Calm down.

You close your eyes. Allowing your arms to drop slowly in the surrounding liquid.

Jumping to conclusion. Panicking solves nothing. I think better when I'm relaxed, you tell yourself, slowly but surely letting your fingers graze the surrounding hard bubble finding sharp edges beside your body.

There has to be a way out from the inside, you think.

Just when the panic returns, thoughts of Din hanging unconscious nearby or your sweet son laying on a ice cold table, your finger slips on something square and hard, causing a red light to blare in the liquid and a sudden suction sound to drag all the fluid down from your body. Your hands move quickly then, yanking at the mask over your mouth, the wall that you now realise was a windowed case, slides open. You cough, your hands going instinctively to your abdomen and leg, fingers smoothing over your skin exposed by the gaping rips in your clothing where the shots burnt through.

Healed.

Your eyes widen. Not a single mark of evidence that you were even shot to shit to begin with. Your neck snaps up, your eyes blinking away the remaining fluid taking in the room.

Wait...I know this place. Don't I? That banner.

Two banners hang from the stone ceiling above a large arched entry baring an embroidered signet you're all too familiar with.

"Well fuck," you say out loud, a grin plastering your lips.

You swing your legs off the side of the strange coffin-like device, your eyes overlooking it with a quirked brow. You slip off the side, wobbling slightly on numb legs, pins and needles in your feet as you wiggle your toes to rid of the discomfort.

Your legs carry you drunkenly from the room and under the large moss green banners, allowing one last grin to grace your features. You're not taking any notice of the water staining the stone floor with puddles as you pass through familiar rooms, carrying your fatigued body past a simple throne. You roll your eyes at it momentarily, a smirk on your lips when you stop at the sight in front of you.

Two visors snap to attention in your direction, standing in alarm at your unexpected presence.

“Huh,” you say with intrigue, overlooking the two men opposite each other at a table.

Grogu in the middle stuffing his face with soup, making a squeal of happiness when he sees you.

“This is a sight I never thought I’d see,” you murmur loud enough for them to hear, approaching the table while they both round it, Din more hurriedly than the green armoured man hovering near his abandoned chair.

Your full attention taken by the green bean making grabby hands your way, your smile gracing your features as Din manoeuvres your wet hair from your cheek and tucks it behind your ear.

“Are you well?” He speaks, gaze flashing to Boba whose busy looking over your exposed leg and stomach.

“I am, hey baby,” you soothe when approaching your small son, lifting Grogu from his high chair and bouncing him on your side when he takes your face into his hands, babbling a mix of mando’a and nonsense.

“Yes I’m okay, bean. I feel a lot better now. Please don’t worry,” your head lifts but it’s not Din who catches your attention, it’s the other armoured man, stood to your left, his wandering gaze lifting to your own.

“Boba,” you nod and he does the same back.

“Star-shine,” he speaks back and you don’t miss the way Din’s body turns rigid at the pet name.

You scoff, stifling a chuckle, “can’t remember the last time you called me that.”

Din’s hand slips to your side, gently tugging you further into him, his beskar cold to the touch against your wet skin.

You look up at him in surprise.

Din rarely instigated affection in the presence of others. It was then you realise he hadn’t turned his head from Boba, staring him down through his visor.

You’re distracted by what seems to be the growing tension between both men until you feel softness sliding over your bare shoulders, hands gently tugging the material around your body.

You smile.

“Fennec,” your body turns to meet a familiar grin, hands sliding around your wet hair to pull it over the blanket.

“You caused quite the worry,” she notes with amusement, her eyes glancing between the two warriors and back to you with raised brows.

Your cheeks burn when you realise neither helmet has turned back to you. Though unable to see their expressions, you had a feeling you didn’t need to.

“Din?” You try and sure enough the visor tilts back to you immediately, his stiff body relaxing and moulding into yours again. His fingers clutch your side.

“Mesh’la?” You look down uncomfortably at your wet clothes but before Din can respond, his shoulders lifting in realisation of what you’re asking, another voice cuts in.

“The trunk in your chambers houses some of your wares,” you mentally groan, watching Din’s body stiffen again.

Boba continues without a beat, “I’ll escort you.”

Fennec hides a smile when Din incapacitates.

“We’ll manage,” his hand taking yours possessively and wandering off towards a hallway just behind.

Fennec calls after, “on the right,” watching you both disappear and watching you get dragged into the room with a bewildered expression at the steel back in front of you.

She turns and looks back at the green helmet, dropping his visor from your direction back to her raised brows, “really?”

"It's been awhile," you say without a beat, tugging the long leather jacket over your figure, a shiver running up you while you stand outside in front of the palace.

“I didn’t think you would return,” the aged modulator responds.

Boba turns from his stance in the middle of the path up to the palace gate, his visor focusing in on you.

You allow a small smile to grace your lips as you walk to his side, watching the people of Mos Espa go about their daily markets.

“Not of my own choice anyway,” you tease and smile to yourself when the older man falls silent, his visor back on the market stalls.

Din had gone to fetch the Crest. You had offered to walk the short distance to it just on the outskirts of the town but your still uneasy figure had Din retaliating immediately and with a pressured look at Fennec who stood near the entryway to your room smiling curiously, he ordered her to watch over you while he went to retrieve the ship.

That was only a few minutes ago.

You left Fennec to babysit Grogu much to her narrowed gaze at the small child and her initial refusal. You had stifled an amused laugh when you left them to retrieve some fresh clothes and found her walking him around the palace rooms showing him artefacts from travels and battles. It gave you the opportunity to slip away to get some air. Grateful to have a moments peace since being encased in that tomb you now learned was a bacta tank.

“Thank you, by the way,” you spoke up, noticing the way Boba’s shoulders relaxed slightly under his rigid armor. “You didn’t have to help but you did. I’m grateful and in your debt if you ever need anything.”

“I think we’re past owing each other debts whenever one of us saves the others life. Would you not agree, star-shine?”

You smile slips only momentarily, “you’re angry at me?”

“No,” it comes out rushed and slightly raised. Boba falls silent a moment and you know he’s deliberating the delivery of his words before speaking them aloud. As was his nature as ruler of Mos Espa.

“Star-shine,” Boba spoke and you couldn’t mistake the way it shook slightly.

You turned looking to him.

“I know you are a wanderer. Content with roaming the planets to your own leisure but please do not forget that you have a home here in Mos Espa. In our home.”

He punctured the word “our” and you swear you saw the way his helmet tipped to the silver one you were now well aware of looming behind you silently.

Boba clears his throat, “at least, remember to visit when you have some time. I know Fennec would be grateful to see you. She’s very fond of you.”

You smile.

You understand what he means.

This isn’t about Fennec.

“I’ve missed you too, Boba,” you smile and you watch as his visor turns to the bustling market nearby like before, “and again thank you for answering Din’s distress call.” You turn your head, meeting the silver visor now looking down at you, a gloved hand seeking yours, “and allowing me use of your bacta tank. I know how important that device is for you. You look well.”

Boba turns back then and you notice the way his previously hunched shoulders relax slightly at your informality of which he wasn’t sure he could share with you.

“And you?” Boba inquires, his visor dancing between you and Din. “You are well?”

You are happy and safe with this Mandalorian companion you seek refuge with?

You nod, a peaceful expression on your face as your fingers intertwine with the gloved one tightening in your grip.

“You have history,” Din mentions, trying to seem nonchalant about prying for the information he so desperately needs to know.

You were both back in hyperspace now. The reunion pleasant but short-lived. You felt a small ache in your chest, missing the familiarity of the planet you were speeding away from but there was a relief too being back on the Crest.

“Somewhat,” you respond with a shrug, rocking Grogu to sleep in your arms, his small green hand clutching your shirt.

“He wouldn’t tell me how you knew each other,” Din added, pressing buttons to get the ship into auto pilot.

You smile, “probably didn’t want to upset you.”

Din turns in his chair then, swiftly, his boots stopping the full turn harshly against the floor of the ship as he meets your gaze.

“Did he hurt you?”

You laugh in response causing his cheeks to redden.

“More like the other way around,” you grin.

“Oh, what did he do?” Din asks and you clock the obvious innocent tone he’s implying, knowing full well he’s desperate for information.

You humor him. “Ner kar’ta,” you begin making Din’s heart race at his language gracing your lips, “it’s endearing how much you trust that I wouldn’t harm someone without reason. You truly think me so innocent?”

Din sways slightly in his chair, distracted by your beauty, his lips tugging up mirroring the smirk on your lips.

“To ease you, it was at the start of our relationship. It was how we met.”

You let off there. Not speaking another word, waiting for Din to press you further.

“Tell me,” his words reach your ears, oh so quiet and sweet.

You fight a smile.

“If you must know, I shot him.”

You giggle and Din sits forward with immediate interest.

“Why?” he asks.

You elaborate.

“At the time, I was seeking passage on a supply ship. One of which Boba and his allies choose to infiltrate. Of course he thought me a threat and of course I thought him a common pirate so we had a stand off which resulted in me shooting him point blank in the abdomen. Fennec appeared then. It seemed she saw right through me and stepped between us. She explained that the real pirates were these people that I was travelling with and I agreed to assist them for a price. Enough money for off planet travel to Naboo. She agreed, on Boba’s behalf and much to his rejection might I add. It seems Fennec took a liking to me.”

“A rare thing,” Din adds and you nod.

“So we took control of the ship. It was rather simple. They already trusted me of course. We landed it in Mos Espa and I assisted Fennec with getting Boba to aid. I housed with them for some time. Safe to say we didn’t like each other to start but with time, a sort of friendship happened.”

“And more?” Din asks quietly.

“Are you jealous, Din Djarin?” You ask, causing him to evade your intense gaze, head turning from you.

“I don’t mind if you are. I rather like jealousy on you, ner riduur.”

Din’s head flashes back to you.

It’s the first time you’ve used that term and one Din has yearned for quite some time since you started travelling and establishing a relationship, parenting Grogu between you.

“I just…I know it isn’t my business,” Din sighs, “but I just need to know if-“

“We only kissed, my love. That’s all,” you smile reassuringly.

Din doesn’t like any mention of the fellow Bounty Hunter touching you but his body does relax at the thought of the two of you progressing no further than a brief kiss. Though, the way Boba looked upon you and spoke to you betrayed any thoughts that whatever the older man saw of you was anything far from platonic.

“He confessed his feelings for me,” you add, grinning at the look of surprise you know would be plastered on Din’s face.

“I know I was shocked too.”

Din’s cheeks blaze, he’s always taken aback when you can tell how he’s reacting under his helmet.

Your smile slips, “I felt bad though.”

Din remains silent, knowing there is more to this story that you need to get off your chest.

“I’ve never seen him that vulnerable before. He’s usually so stoic. It wasn’t like I must confess, I have developed feelings for you. You know how he can be all formal and shit, yeah well, nothing like that. He was genuinely all like, shit, I think I’m falling for you. I don’t fucking know why.”

Din shakes his head in shock at what you’re saying. None of it sounds like the bounty hunter he fought alongside at all.

You shuffle uncomfortably, trying not to rouse your sleeping child, “There was a lot of cursing, believe it or not. A lot of pacing, his face was as red as the surface of Dathomir. You had to be there. I told Fennec. She didn’t believe me for a second then apparently he started venting to her in the middle of the throne room while they were waiting on a contact to show up because I was leaving the next morning.”

Din speaks the words that have been eating away at his brain while you’ve been recounting the story to him.

“Did you share his affections?” His voice betrays him, trembling at the last syllable.

“I don’t think so?” Your brows furrow, shaking your head in exasperation, “Did my heart flutter a bit when I would watch him in a fight? Yeah it did. I quite like how stern he can be. Makes me think how different he might be intimately but I don’t know, it just seemed more like curiosity than anything else. I still didn’t feel a want to remain in Mos Espa. I wanted to explore, see the universe. With or without him…it didn’t really matter to me.”

“Do you feel that way about me?” Din eagerly responds.

“No,” your answer is immediate, your eyes fixated determinedly on Din’s visor.

He’s silent when you explain.

“When we met, it was more than finding you hot when you beat the shit out of a bounty or curious about how sexy you looked under that helmet.”

Din’s fingers twitch, adjusting his seating position when his lower half feels like it’s tightening against his armor.

“it wasn’t curiosity. It was genuine desire. That’s the difference. It was the desire to wake up to you every day, regardless of what mood you might’ve been in. I craved your praise whenever you would tell me I did a good job watching over Grogu or when you were teaching me how to shoot. My heart still goes crazy whenever you’re even an inch behind me and I can sense your looming figure above me.”

Din’s heart pounds at your words.

“I am so in love with you, Din.”

Your eyes soften with your words.

Your lips plush as the confession he’s already aware of graces your lips once again. Spoken even more beautifully than the first time you had admitted to him, that the time you had spent together meant far more to you than business.

You wanted pleasure too.

You wanted it from him and in every way that he would give it.

And he’d give you anything you asked.

Din stands, his body gravitating to you, taking a knee before your chair.

You drop your head back, closing your eyes and inhaling sharply when you feel the cool metal touch your forehead delicately.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

You can’t fight back the smile twitching at your lips.

“I desire a life with you, Din,” his heart clenches at your words, his fingers brushing your lower back lovingly.

“And our son and whatever other foundlings you would want with me,” you smile shyly at him and he shakes his head with a chuckle.

“Mesh’la…I know you’re not teasing when you say that and I would be lying if I said it wasn’t a desire of mine as well,” your eyes sparkle up at him, surprised by this new information. “But what about seeing the universe? Travelling from planet to planet? Isn’t that what you want before deciding to settle down with me?”

You sigh happily, using your one free arm to slide up past his chest, embracing around his helmet and pulling him closer.

“I’ve seen the universe, Din. I have. I wake up to it everyday. Every time I’m in your arms.” You gaze sweetly through his visor, feeling the way his arms tighten around you.

“Close your eyes.”

An order.

One which you’re more than willing to obey knowing the outcome.

You close your eyes, hearing the sound of metal clattering on the near console before feeling soft lips caressing yours.

!!Bonus Scene!!:

You’re in the cargo hold having since put Grogu to bed, organising food portions in a trunk near Din’s weaponry. You thought the bounty Hunter was busy sat in his flight chair navigating to your next refuge, so it was safe to say you were scared shitless when his modulator sounded close behind you.

“Is he a better kisser than me?”

You smirk but it fades quickly when you turn around to face him towering over you, his body moving closer and crowding you so much your back hits the cold wall of the ship behind you. You take a moment, searching the darkened visor focused on you like prey.

You let a wry smile reach your hot cheeks, batting your eyelashes at him.

“You’ll have to remind me.”

It takes a second for the lights of the ship to go out, plunging you into darkness, a crash of metal against the floor and warm lips meeting yours hungrily.

“Where’s our boy?” He pulls back breathlessly, your heart pacing at the rugged tone of his voice no longer hidden by a modulator.

“In our bunk,” you reply, feeling his ungloved hands on your face, relishing in the feel of his calloused fingers dancing along your jawline. His hands slip down your arms, gently grazing the insides of your wrists making you weak before intertwining your fingers and tugging you back towards the ladder.

“The chair it is then,” Din responds, his hand guiding your lower back now against the ladder crowding up behind you while you remain blind in the dark. His hands taking yours and placing them against the cool metal to guide you up.

[ceapa-mica]

Me, if my favorite Mandalorian bounty hunter was hunting me down.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Spring 2024 Collection Masterlist

Spring themed stories from across multiple fandoms.

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Skyrim: (complete) Lavender: Part One // Part Two (Brynjolf x Female Reader)

Brynjolf only ever brings you flowers when he wants something.

Lord of the Rings: (complete) Flower Crown (Aragorn x Female Reader)

During a spring festival in a small village, Aragorn reunites with the woman he’s been missing.

Star Wars: (complete) Greener Things (Din Djarin x Female Reader)

It isn’t until the woman he loves is in danger that Din realizes he’s wanted her all along.

High Stakes (Boba Fett x Female Reader)

Losing a bet with the infamous bounty hunter places you in his control.

Call of Duty: (complete) Easy Access (Task Force 141 x Female Reader)

A short dress is your idea of an invitation for a bit of fun.

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[blxkstar]

I made a Star Wars bounty hunters playlist! This was inspired by the western style the bounty hunters are portrayed in. Please check it out! 🤠🤠🪐🪐🔫🔫

I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.

[annmaximoff18]

Y/N: You're an idiot Mando, I can do it.

Din: I already told you no

Fennec: Wow, you two sound like an old married couple.

Din: we are not

Y/N: Yes, what's wrong with you? I wouldn't marry this rusty bucket.

Din: Who do you call a rusty bucket?

Fennec: Yes, they sound like an old married couple.

Boba: let's get out of here

[mandoloriancookie]

I totally see Din Djarin having a beer in the cockpit.

His over everyone shit.

[yandere-wishes]

Does anyone want to share some Yandere Star Wars thoughts? Or send in yandere Star Wars asks? I'm seriously bored and need a good distraction. Prequel,original,sequels,clone wars/rebels, and Disney + TV shows are all fine.

[ohyousillything]

Din: Did You pay to have moff Gideon beaten up in jail?

Boba: me?

Din: Answer the question.

Boba:

Din:

Boba: ...You hate that guy.

Din:

Din, tearing up: that is the the sweetest, most romantic thing anyone's ever done for me.

[mando-din-lorian]

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!

[rise-my-angel]

Shadows of Mandalore Prequel

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Reader

Length: 22.5k

Warnings: a/b/o (alpha beta omega dynamics), omega reader, traumatic flashbacks, mentions of slavery and kidnapping, smut, handjobs, oral (f receiving), p in v, heat/ruts, knotting

Notes: Prequel to the original Shadows of Mandalore, Takes place over the span of episodes 6, 7, and 8 of The Mandalorian season 2

Stories about your kind could feel so safe and otherworldly as a child. Your home was cold and dark most of the time and with little access anywhere off world. Tales of what used to be, and the vast numbers of your kind that reached one edge of the system to the other. Gripping words painting the scenes in your mind of great battles of a space you never saw, and the technology that seemed but a myth.

Your father had told you much of those tales. Your people in small numbers spread amongst tiny pockets on the blazing cold planet saw him as a nuisance however. Nights gathered by the brightest of fires, he told you that you used to be of great importance. A birthright that bounded you with only the strongest and honourable of people, a treasure of sorts that held such people in high regards to be protected.

The others in your tiny home scolded him for filling your head with fantasies. Your grandmother on many occasions tried to scare you out of believing them. Claims that the entire system is just as much of a wasteland as your home now, that this was the only place your kind existed now. A great technological purge destroyed the worlds and wiped out much of your kind. Forcing the remains to scatter across the galaxy.

Your home was the only land that saw the truth, and it’s why what was left of cities now sat decayed and abolished. “Their technology brought about the end of our kind, it was no place here.” You once asked your father why if other alphas spread to other worlds, why didn’t they come back for the rest of your kind.

Leaned across the table, he peeked out to the outside to the others still cooking by the fire. “They don’t know we’re here, bug. Omegas are so rare now that people like your grandmother believe that keeping you away from the galaxy is the only way to keep you safe. If no one knows where we are, then nothing bad can happen to us again.”

Cold wind blew through the open seal of the door frame, sending a shiver down your spine that made your yearn for the warmth of the fire. Hands tapping against each other, your brow deepened with a frown. “If the galaxy is so bad, why did elder Gorma say only Imperial medicine could save mama?”

Your fathers eyes sunk with a deep sadness that your child mind didn’t quite see, but his brows narrowed much like yours. “Where did you hear that?”

Wide eyes, you slunk your head down into the thick fabric of your coat. “I was spying on him after we set mama sail.”

You didn’t get an answer, not then at least. The group had come inside finally, sealing the growing storm outside for the night and both you and your father shared a silent agreement to speak of this only when alone once more. An instance that never came.

They came in the middle of the night. Awakening to the sounds of booms and cracks of ice led you outside in the calming storm that caught everyone elses attention. A ship rose over the mountain cliff by the edge of your home felt like it rose tall as a giant.

It’s mechanics whirled and lights flashed so bright you had to shield your eyes from it’s shine in the pitch black. A door must have opened, because then the men followed.

They yelled in a language you did not speak, but you could hear your grandmother say something about there being no omegas here. You could see the storm had settled, but now the air was filled with some kind of weapon that shot deadly light from their hands. Running and screams filled the night air and in the chaos you were grabbed.

It was a painful whiplash, seeing the true nature of the off world. Ships and planets all around and filled with people. The advancements your home was so hateful towards just existed in daily life and your tiny mind had been greatly confused to learn droids were not a species, but just a fancy collection of technology that spoke and thought.

For a long time, you were passed place to place, being poked and stabbed at in by those who barley looked at you like a person. As you grew older, you given medicine under strict order to take it exactly when dictated.

In the present, you understood they were suppressants and blockers. Your home was right about one thing, and it was that your kind was rare. Owners not wanting to advertise they owned an Omega and with few Alphas around, allowing you to experience any kind of a heat would just be a nuisance.

As it turned out, being passed from money hungry owner to owner, no one quite knew what to do with an Omega other then sell you for money. The only alphas around were rare and never allowed near you for fear of “damaging property”, so eventually you became almost like any other slave. Choiceless work for another until you found yourself in Navarro.

“Do they all need to be custom made?”

Your voice drew back Din out of whatever thought you watched him get lost in. You both currently sat on the floor with the array of his weapons sat out in a semi circle around you. Each one he had you pick up, explain what made it different from the other nearly identical ones and then guided your grip before moving on.

Dins legs crossed and his hands rested on his knees, nodding at each weapon to inspect next before he had trailed off somewhere. The slight turn of his head just putting you out of the centre of is vision telling you his silence was accidental. Looking back, he watched you put it back into place.

“No, but weapons should be personal to it’s owner. The better tailored to you it is,” A gloved hand gently picking up one of the smaller blasters you’d already looked at. “The more it will work with you, instead of against you. Here,”

Passing it over, you watched as he tilted down to your hand specifically. Reaching to you and stretching your fingers around the base as much as you could until he knew you felt the strain. “This intensity of this one would more be suited for you, but the base isn’t. You should be able to hold it steady without straining your grip.”

Flexing them in the air you pulled your arm back to your lap. “Which means I’d throw my aim off more trying to compensate?”

Chest filling with a guilty pride at Din’s nod yes. He had been insistent you understand every weapon he owns and make sure you know how to use them for any reason. A good teacher, patient, quiet, and only guiding your touch or grip when he needed to step in. Spending the better part of multiple hours in this position, something both of you weren’t acknowledging was dreadfully quiet.

There had been a growing tension between you and Din but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. A call to him from deep within your omega which threatened to consume you. No other alphas had ever drawn you to them like a magnet.

You had been too young when you were taken, whatever plans your father had to discuss how mates amongst your kind worked never occurred. Your passing slavers didn’t know much either, but Din? He knows something but he isn’t telling you and he isn’t the only one. Twice now you had encountered Dins people, or ones like him.

The Armourer picked you out right away. Calling to you by your presentation and asking where you were born. There was a silence when you answered, “Werda.” Both she and Din looked at one another for a long beat.

Nodding she finally spoke, calmly as ever, “On the outer rim of the Mandalore system. A place not many go anymore.” You could feel Din circling passed you but the woman held both an air of authority and likely, the calling respect of an alpha. “They have effectively cut themselves off from the galaxy have they not?”

Another nod, and the Armourer begun moving to finish crafting an object too small to see from where you stood. “The elders thought that technology is what destroyed our kind. Where better to hide what’s left then an ice planet that rarely experiences daylight. Can’t kill what they can’t find.” You didn’t really sound confident in your voice. Many stories of what you thought omegas and alphas were felt far more complicated in the world outside your blizzard ridden home world.

But she just looked at you. The cold stare of black that was a Mandalorian visor did nothing to intimidate you anymore, and though you would never know it, it typically surprised their people that you consistently found their eyeline on the first try.

“This is the way.”

She had given Din something that day, but they kept it secret. It wasn’t your business, not really. A stolen omega from a barren planet of snow and darkness. One that lied to you about how important they were. Your home was not the last true beacon of hope for your kind, and you didn’t come from a great people. These people did.

Now you three travelled to what Ahsoka Tano called the seeing stone, and if you knew little about omegas and alphas, or Mandalorians, you knew even less about the Jedi. You thought their kind had been wiped out, but then again many thought the same of Omegas. You’re only save this time being that Din knew little about them as well.

There was however, one problem. There was little in the way of suppressants around and you knew the amount you had left would not supply you through a heat. A heat you’ve never experienced before without them.

Din had longer, but your heat would come soon and you had never been through one without suppression. It would hit hard, and no doubt even on suppressants the strength of it would send Din into an early rut. A scenario neither of you were brave enough to broach, even before it became a possibility. You got as far as coming off the blockers.

Something Din wanted from the beginning. “People like that didn’t put you on these for your own good, cyra’ika. It’s just hurting you.”

You had stammered, not used to the fierceness of an alpha and the overwhelming scent that arose with his emotions. “I just figured you wouldn’t want me stinking up the ship.”

His gloved hand holding the container you had could have squeezed it into pieces were he to let himself out of control. His shoulders sagged, letting his arm fall to his side and taking steps closer. Forcing your head to tilt up to match his more imposing height. “What I want, is to not lose you in a crowd because you smell like every other beta. I can’t have that, and your omega wouldn’t either.”

Omera had to be the one to talk it out with you more. Din was worked up and angry at how much of your life your owners shoved blockers onto you, keeping your rich and addictive scent dull and muted to the world. That you thought he’d ever want to get rid of such a sweet scent.

She was the first Omega outside of your home you’d ever met. She was kind and recognized you right away. Not like the way the Mandalorians all did though, no she pulled you away with her as if lost siblings. Telling you that omegas were rare, that she was an anomaly, likely why none else here were omegas. Born from two betas and could only sit and wait to know if her daughter Winta would too.

“They don’t just mute the world to you, it keeps you locked away as well. Did you know your Mandalorian was even an alpha until you travelled with him?” You shook your head no, and she sighed softly. “He’s angry because none of us deserve to be treated like an inconvenience. Being an Omega isn’t a condition that needs managing. It’s who we are. Some of us are just better at showing that feeling the others.” Nodding out of her home where you knew he was.

“Alphas are very protective of omegas, and when they find the right one? Mistreatment can just make them angry.” You didn’t know what she meant by the right one, but you suspected others did. He was his own person but they all called him your Mandalorian, or to him you were ‘his omega’.

You had more to learn from her, but the kid’s life was more important and so you left only understanding your kind a tiny bit better.

It was easier now. So much time spent with Din and Grogu that he was much more at ease with you or doing things for you. Taking quiet moments at night, listening to your innocent requests that he talk about himself. Learning that he was not born a Mandalorian, but was a foundling.

Foundlings were of the upmost importance to his kind, and that many of them who presented as alphas swore the creed. Using their presentation as part of their honour, just as he did. Watching those they care for with the honour and respect that an alpha should uphold. A sentiment not many in the galaxy quite agreed with.

Some could see it in Din, a watchful eye on you and Grogu that would pull you just slightly more into his side on a busy planet, or gentle praise that he’d never bother for anyone else. All you did was ask him a simple question about his armoury, and now two hours later he had unloaded his entire arsenal to show you.

“We should sleep.” Eyes darting up to him, Din was leaned closer to you as his arm slowly grabbed the blaster from your lap. “I don’t know what’s going to happen when we get to there tomorrow, so we should rest while we can.”

He also started doing that recently. Say we instead of you, all three of you as a unit instead of keeping apart. Without realizing, you started to bite the inside of your cheek. Eyes trained on Din methodically putting everything back into place before outstretching his hand to help you up onto your feet. You bit down harder at the jump in your heart, you stood now so close to Din but he was as still as stone. You dropped is hand quickly and nodded. Turning away from him before he could pick up on the strangeness in your pulse.

Only bothering to take off your boots, your eyes ended up glancing to watch Din take off the beskar covering him. Your head popping up at a coo above, only to see Grogu lean over his hammock, watching Din and then reaching out to you. Your finger gripped in his tiny hand he made a deep purr like noise. Only letting go when Din approached, looking up to him now just in helmet and flight suit with those wide black eyes.

Heart beating faster, Din finally pulling his gloves off, stroking gently along Grogu’s ear before you blinked and turned away suddenly. Little room was in the bunk and that small space grew even more cramped each passing day.

The routine now was standard. You lay down first, turned to face the closest wall as your limbs curled in as much as you could. Grogu above would shuffle around until a tiny huff was heard and he’d be asleep in an instant after. The door was shut, tucking the light away from your eyes and Din’s warmth would curl against your back.

You had considered offering to cover your eyes with something before so he could sleep unobstructed since you were at the most risk to seeing him in this space but you were never sure if he would take it as an insult. That he’d even want to take it off even if you were completely blind. So you just felt the coolness of his helmet rest gently against the back of your head as the final stage set in.

Din ignoring the rising emotions pouring off of you as he pulls you into his chest with no shame. One hand resting over your hip that it would eventually drift more to pull you in my your stomach almost greedily some point in the night.

Tonight was like every other, no words exchanged, just a slumbering baby above and the rise and fall of your chests in tandem. A thought desperate to be heard singing how you and him felt like you fit together kept getting shoved away. He was an alpha, raised as a true Mandalorian and you were just an omega born to nobodies tucked away on an isolated rock of snow.

It worked out so horrifically for you and so perfectly for them, that it almost seemed like some kind of trap or set up. The three of you at this seeing stone in the middle of nowhere, and just when you thought it was am ambush, the true one snuck up behind you.

The glowing lights surrounding Grogu may as well have been magic. Not knowing if it was the kid who summoned the lights or whomever had found him brought lights to him something had clearly happened. If part of you were to be brutally honest, you wondered if really was someone else who found Grogu themselves.

Din had to gently coax Grogu into it, and even with that? Standing beside one another you could feel the anxieties of regret. This was his mission, this was the right thing to do. So why did every time you come close to handing the kid over to a Jedi, did a heavy weight sit in the pits of your hearts? Whatever the force was, it took too much from the kid’s tiny body.

A ship appeared in the sky, almost like it had been summoned from the lights but there were no Jedi following suit. No, it was much more likely these were people who followed you for very different reasons. One person put it best though, it was far more like you and Din had seen ghosts not people.

The figure stood cloaked in black, a presence that no doubt intimidated many and an essence that you could not misinterpret as anything other then an alpha. His voice was deep like Dins, but husky like it had been scratched at by something fierce that left it all the more commanding. “I don't want your armour. I want my armour that you got from Cobb Vanth back on Tatooine. It belongs to me.”

You weren’t as sharp or keen as Din beside you, his aim far more poignant then the likelihood of your own outstretched aim missing. But what you lacked in skill, you did however hold in curiosity. “Are you Mandalorian?”

The strangers answer satisfied neither of you. “I’m a simple man making his way through the galaxy. Like my father before me.”

“Did you take the creed?” Briefly you thought of the other Mandalorians that ultimately are the reason you wound up in this place. They held no honour, only backing Din into a corner until he had no choice but to do more for them then they would offer him. The man before you didn’t exude the same prideful condescension, but did have you yearning to be threatening like they were.

“I give my allegiance to no one.”

Din held the same distrust. Listening to this unknown claim ownership of what Din had rightfully reclaimed what was looted and sold around the sandy plains of Tatooine. “What's to stop me from dropping you right where you stand?”

“Because I have a sharpshooter up on that ridge with a locked scope that will unload by the time my body hits the ground.” Maybe these people figured they could threaten just anyone, but you’ve watched Din with far more odds stacked against him.

“I'm the one wearing beskar. As soon as I see that muzzle flash, you're both dead.”

The stranger was calm, almost casual in his words yet it sent you into a spiral, and your heart could feel something far too similar flowing out from Din’s. “I didn't mean she was going to shoot you. My friend's locked onto that little companion of yours up on the hinge.”

Your first ghost was also Din’s. “And if you remember, I don’t miss.”

Toro Calican left Fennec Shand for dead in the Dune Sea. Shooting her only so he could double cross his so called partners, and rack up a shiny profit for a hunted child instead. Yet there was no mistake in her voice and only confirmed to Din’s own shock.

“You point that gun away from the kid or I'll drop you both where you stand.” They went back and forth, anger threats escalating from Din until you all relented. His hand reaching over to your forearm, lowing it just slightly and followed with it’s touch as you put it away on your person.

His touch didn’t leave you as she dead rose in front of your eyes. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” His grip on your arm was tight as the waves radiating from within him spoke of shock. Din gripped you as if something about your touch kept him rooted in place. Or maybe that is simply what you wished.

“The armour was given to my father, Jango, by your forebears. In exchange, I guarantee the safety of the Child, as well as your own. The bounty on your little friend has risen significantly. You can buy ten suits of armour for the price on its head.” It truly felt as if fate doomed your little trio to repeat it’s misfortunes again and again.

Those unlike the Mandalorians Din belonged too forcing his hand into complying with little reward but the promise of living. Or Grogu’s life in this case, a deal with felt that much more ill. Din has risked almost everything to protect him, and yet the world kept slamming it back in your faces that a baby’s life meant as much as any other nobodies of the galaxy.

“I'd say we're offering a fair deal under the circumstances.” For a moment, the man glanced to you. His eyes narrowing as a minuscule wave of something poked at the blood in your veins. As if seeking your presentation by calling out to it, unable to sense your omega from so far away by sight or smell.

Whatever ambush you and Din thought this was, truly, meant nothing. This was a place that was nowhere, followed by mercenaries who sought out what you couldn’t trust belonged to them. It wasn’t them that felt like a trap, but the ships that approached and the blaster fire that followed.

It didn’t matter to Din though, what had just transpired. He still offered Fennec the chance to escape under his cove. No malice for her actions nor a grudge to the bounty Din seeked her out for as she didn’t leave.

Two skilled fighters surrounded by storm troopers mindlessly following the orders of the man who told them to kidnap a baby. Yet what use did you provide? A shot or two. One collapsing to the ground and the other shot down enough that a better shot finished him. But you were not the third party to help them, just a choking fear of a life you should be used to by now.

The man however, was a force to be reckoned with that no one suspected. His name not cluing in until you could see him there dressed in his armour. The second ghost. But unlike Fennec, Boba Fett had been dead for much longer.

Internal mind begging and angry that you were of no help, you didn’t have the abilities they did and you couldn’t protect the child like an omega should be duty bound for. Instead, you watched them take him from both of you, and the hope of following blown to pieces before your own eyes as well. Nothing but ash and scraps left of the Crest.

The only thing that mattered, a small metal ball held tenderly in Din’s hand. Did Grogu actually perish here in the black ashes of what became his home? Because looking at the only image left of him in Din’s hand amongst the rubble certainly made the terror feel like grief.

Your arm brushed his as you stood next to him. Words nor shared, looks not passed, but for the first true time you reached for the other. Entangling omega and alpha in a bond that locked together. It was something you’d never experienced. Your heart’s felt one another, and the bile in your throat burned in his too.

His feet dragged yours. Wanting to be a pace behind wasn’t granted, Din reaching for your lower back and pushing you just in front of him. The threat of malice in Fett’s eyes beforehand was nowhere to be seen this time. “I want you to look at something.”

Arm raising, an orange glow flashed up, strings of symbols that looked to be words in a different language. “My chain code has been encoded in this armour for years. You see, this is me. Boba Fett.”

Pointing to another, “This is my father, Jango Fett.”

It was a name that dinged a bell of familiarity but not forming an image of clarity in your memory that it did for Din. “Your father was a foundling.”

“Yes. He even fought in the Mandalorian Civil Wars.”

Voices almost muffled, head sinking underwater as a ringing took their places. Grogu’s face in your eyes but pulled away. Leaving splashes of mockery at how you did nothing. A true omega protected their child. If Grogu felt so much like your own as he and Din were to each other, why did you fail him? It wasn’t a wonder why other Mandalorians you’ve met barley spoke to you.

The omegas of their people were brave, defending foundlings above all else and giving their life to such a duty. You were a nobody from a frozen backwater planet that spun you tales of greatness that never applied to you. You were like these people. But not their kind. Someone of Dins kind wouldn’t have let it happen.

Din protected you, and protected even a woman who once was hunted by him and all for what? For the omega he travelled with to stand beside him and not his child. Useless.

Your name pulled you out of the water. Looking up Din now stood in front of you, visor looking right into your eyes as you blinked away the ringing as well. His voice was deep, tough and restrained. “We’re going to get him back.”

Something tried tugging at your omega but you pushed it away from you just as forcefully. Din didn’t accept your nod, and trying to reach out to only be shoved away forced him to nudge your chin up with his hand to look at him proper. “We are getting him back, okay? We are not losing him.”

Grip on your chin tightened a tinge until you nodded. The world didn’t need blockers to mute around you, but you wondered if Din was wrong. That maybe you’d just be better off shutting out your omega entirely. She was around three alphas, and did nothing to help or prove yourself their worth.

You didn’t know what to do with yourself on Fett’s ship. You didn’t know the layout and you didn’t want to touch anything not knowing if you shouldn’t or not. Group on it’s way to pick up Mayfield, most of the plan put on pause until he gave what you needed to know. Needing Moff Gideions cruiser coordinates wouldn’t come easy and you struggled to see how you fit in here.

With just Din and Grogu it was different. Silent backup, keeping the kid out of the worst of it and much to Peli’s annoyance, learning how internal ship repair works. Or as she put it, “You’re doing for free what I getting paid a nice bargain for.” But you felt useful.

Slowly learning how to stand on you own two feet off the back of Din. But it felt different in this crowd now. Your back to a wall with your knees bent so you could rest your forearms over them you on your best day didn’t match one percent of how dangerous or proficient they were.

A dream of belonging when you walked beside their clan of two, but add more skilled and important people to the mix? Well your shortcomings didn’t exactly make much sense.

In your sorrow you heard the distinct clinking of metal, your mind able to match each click with how fast his steps were. You glanced to the side to see his bottom half approaching you, but diverted attention away. Trained on your fidgeting fingers and a jaw clenching enough you’d no doubt feel it later.

Din joined you on the floor, copying your position and no doubt also that dark visor trained directly on you. “You can’t lie to me.”

Eyebrow raising, you turned your head slightly. Enough that more silver glinted in your eyes but not brave enough to face him. Unsure of yourself, your voice dragged out the words in hesitation. “Okay..”

Flickering up to the rest of the room, no one appeared to be around at least. “I’m going to ask you something, and you can’t lie to me about it.” Something uncomfortable itched in your throat, clinging to your oesophagus after swallowing. A single nod was enough. “Why are you blaming yourself?”

Now that got you to move, head whipping to fully look at him but he still sat casual. Visor trained on you unmoving but closer then you wanted. Din knew whatever was about to come out of your mouth was a lie and beat you to the punch. “What did I just say?”

Your eyes widened a bit, a flash of shame filling the void only to refuse his gaze. Looking back at your twisting fingers once more. The shame spilt from your eyes back down into the rest of your body, feeling heavier then ever. Shrugging one shoulder, your voice was quiet and rusty from silence. “I didn’t do anything back there. I’m an omega, I’m supposed to protect him like a real omega would protect her child and I did nothing. I’m still doing that.”

Din sighed deeply beside you, his hand hovered over your back, but pulled away at how rigid you sat and he wasn’t even sure by now if you knew you were pushing his alpha away. You let him in so much and now it felt worse then when you two had first met. “Mesh’la-”

Were he a beta, you might have yelled at him honestly. But the raise of your tone barley tipped past upset. “Where do I even fit in with this plan, Mando?” If you could look into his mind in that second, you would have seen a burst of bright colours and need for you at the sheer fact of how easily you switched. You two were alone and you knew he wanted you to use his real name, but you’d never even consider breaching that trust on a ship of other people. Not even in this room alone.

But you couldn’t see into his mind, just the things you didn’t do. “Fennec, Cara, Fett, hell even Mayfield is more useful than I am. I can’t fight, I can barley shoot a blaster. I couldn’t even protect the one thing we both swore to protect. I’m just a liability.”

Din wanted to pull you into his chest, keep your back against him until you relaxed and remembered how much you fit together. How were as much a part of his clan as Grogu is, and his alpha was angry that he couldn’t do more than that. But you were shoving all of it out. Keeping your omega locked away and were you on the Crest he’d be tempted to go searching to make sure you didn’t hide any blockers.

But it wasn’t that, which means you pushed him out but still felt all the pain. You weren’t numb and Din’s hands flexed in tension at the thought that you might be distressed enough to go back. He hated them, but he hated seeing you like this too.

“If I didn’t think you were a liability before, I’m not going to start thinking it now after everything you’ve learned.” He kept pushing, even if you turned his alpha away that didn’t mean Din didn’t have his words to get through to you. “You alone aren’t the difference between our clan being together and ships of storm troopers outnumbering four of us. They were going to take him no matter what and if that’s on you it’s double on me.”

Mouth slightly open with your teeth gritted you didn’t have the energy to just let the words slip off your tongue. You should ream him out for even suggesting he’s to blame at all. But he had other ideas it seemed. “Besides, not sure I’d call two perfect shots, one a killing shot, not being able to fire a blaster.”

Alright maybe you could admit you cracked half a tiny smirk. Over your shoulder his warmth inched a bit closer, not enough to feel pressure but were your sleeves bare, you’d feel the cool press of his beskar. “Still doesn’t mean I have anything to offer here. Between Mandalorians, mercenaries, whatever Cara’s up to these days, I’d just get in the way.” Back straightening as you breathed deeply your hands dropped down into your lap. “We’re all here to recuse Grogu, I just can’t see myself having any way of helping that.”

The air between you both was quiet for a moment, leaving your mind just stagnant enough to jump at the gentle press of Din’s hand on your lower back. Just his fingertips as they tapped their way up your spine. Din reached your shoulder blades with hesitation before moving down again. Pattern repeating.

“I didn’t ask you to come with me that night because I thought you’d be useful.” Your heart jumped but was caught in his gloved hands. “I wanted you to leave Navarro with me, because I just wanted you with me, with us in general. I just wanted you around and you being useful was just a bonus.”

Your eyes flickered to a meaningless spot on the floor when shivers spun under your skin with a silent stuttered gasp. Din’s hand finally breached your shoulder blades before his large hand smoothed up and firmly held the back of your neck. Not squeezing, not guiding, not anything. Just keeping it there as you're presentation screamed at you to do whatever he wanted.

He used his grip to guide you to look up at him properly. Sometimes making you wonder if you should wish you could see his face, knowing he had features under his visor that you could feel calling to your heart. But you never did. His helmet was apart of him, like never seeing his face was accepted even if he gave you everything else. Din got to look as much as he wanted at you, and oh did he ever take advantage of the fact that you wouldn’t be able to tell he was staring.

His touch was a cheat. A shortcut to slashing through the put up walls and gently graze over your heart like a bond. For the moment, you think you were okay with that. “Better hope you’re right. Going to take a lot of odd jobs to afford a new Razor Crest.”

Just one more bit to add to Din’s collection of evidence. Didn’t even question what kind of ship he’d consider looking into. You never judged the Crest either, it was home to you as much as it was to him and Grogu. Din’s thumb started stroking over the back of your neck gently, not thinking about it. “It’s fine. I can always guilt Peli into finding me one for cheap.”

You smiled at that, head dropping back into the wall without sacrificing his touch. “Likely. You’re good at that.” It was easy to feel Din raising his eyebrows at you. “At getting people to do things for you. In a good way, I mean.”

Steps suddenly descended the room, but Din didn’t bother pulling away as quickly as you tried to jump back. Only turning to see the approaching Fett did he stand up, offering the same hand to you. “We all set?”

Fett nodded, his own helmet’s modulator warbling his own voice made you wonder if Din’s sounded as smooth if you heard him totally bare. “Dune’s heading out now. Shouldn’t take her long, droid security systems aren’t exactly top notch.”

Din turned to you, “Head out there first, he probably won’t recognize you from far away.”

Fett’s head tilted in question slightly, his gaze turning to you as you explained. “Last time he saw Mando might have left an impression.” Which was putting it lightly. The cockiness of Mayfield’s attitude last time was almost as unbearable as Xi’an herself, but if he was your best shot then at least dragging him over before he spots Din lessens the chance he runs.

Heading out, you weren’t quite aware of it nor did you think twice about the small encounter but something deep was brewing in Din’s alpha instincts. Fett had gestured for you to head out first, but you had stopped to look at him for a moment.

A genuine look on your face as your eyes glanced innocently over his armour. “Something on your mind?” His voice almost in a bit of mocking, but you either didn’t notice or ignored him because you never bothered to wait for his response once you spoke.

“Sorry, no just,” Your chin jutted out to the armour before making eye contact once more. “It looks good like this. Your armour.” You had no clue of the thoughts flying in Dins mind trying to recall how you reacted to his new armour that day. If you were just as impressed, or in what Din knew was a very alpha presenting possessive feeling, hoping your omega was more then impressed.

Fett watched you for a moment, “Thank you.” Hard to tell, knowing the man for so little time but you wondered if the tone he sounded like was surprise. Like he didn’t get innocent compliments on things like his armour that way.

Joining Fennec you finally formed a little smirk with a shrug. “No insult to the Marshal, but it looks far better on you then it did on Vanth.” He chuckled deep beside you as you three walked out. The camp tossed with junk and scrap but you could only figure at least it had open sky and air unlike what you knew their cells looked like.

“Beskar belongs to Mandalorians for a reason, we simply wear it better.” That got a chuckle from both you and Fennec. The three of you now watching Dune approach with the man himself. You were not to say you were intimidating in the slightest, but it did feel far better on the other side of a threat then when he had been near you last.

It felt even better when for a brief second, Mayfield saw you beside a Mandalorian and almost flinched back, but relax. Laughing off the mistaken identity to only pale at the sight of tall silver walking down the ramp.

You had to give it to Mayfield, he cooperated pretty easily and without being as insufferable as he was the last time around. He and Din had little to nothing to say to each other initially, both of them too on the air of stubborn for pleasantries.

The two of you had shared more then one uncomfortable stare downs, first of which occurred when explaining the problem. Cara gestured over to where you and Din stood together, “They have their kid.”

You were completely unsure if the wave of tingling warmth, flooding your throat with some overwhelming emotion you couldn’t place was you or not. Objectively, it was from both of you, hearing someone so casually refer to Grogu as both of yours, and Mayfield’s instant response like he didn’t have to take a minute to figure out who. “The little green guy?”

For a second he caught your eye considering there was little chance he would attempt that with a black visor, he defaulted to you. Only you were far less unsure of yourself. Arms crossed over your chest wit eyes wide and sharp gauging how much you trusted him.

You could remember clear as day, the condescending tone of his voice calling Grogu a pet and the quick second he pretended to drop the baby to the ground. All to just get a rise out of Mando. He held more genuinity this time but it was a task to determine if it was real or just because this was better then labour.

Possibly getting your answer as you all landed down on Morak, sneaking an overhead look of the Imps mining hub. He kept peeking over at you and it just snapped at your already increasing anxiety. “What, Mayfield?”

Almost taken back at your tone, his head flinched back and shook like nothing was wrong. “Just, you know, you seem different then last time.”

A push at something inside you, not the time. How you felt wasn’t important you wanted Din to focus on any and everything but you. “Maybe because I’m not working with a bunch of backstabbing scugholes.”

Din’s head turned just the slightest from his place just ahead of you, not enough to make any kind of eye contact but yours flickered up to him just enough that both of your chests fluttered in reach. His old crew wasn’t kind to you and standing up for yourself was far more of a new thing. A new thing build off the confidence he’s guided you too.

Also, possibly having a blaster at your side might be a contributing factor.

Kneeling on one of the rocks, you couldn’t shake off the inevitable that Din was going to tell you that you weren’t going in with him. Someone had to scan themselves into an ISB terminal and having your face both in and around Imps and showing up in a New Republic register likely was low on the list of things Din wanted to put you into.

“We don't have time. Fennec will go.” Just as you predicted, last time you had no choice but to be left alone with his crew and yet now that the backup was people he trusted? After already opening up about your insecurities, he still was going to side line you.

“No, I'm wanted by the ISB. I'll trip the alarm, too.”

“Fett?”

“Let’s just say they might recognize my face.”

Oh isn’t he the comedian all the sudden. You turned around to look up at Din and for the first time you felt truly compelled to obey some silent order. Your omega bound by duty turning back in silence as they discussed behind you. You’re not even sure what they said, you couldn’t move past it.

Din just used his presentation to compel you to obey his alpha. He knew you were ready to turn to him and volunteer, your reputation clean and unknown but he denied you of your own kind. You don’t think he’s ever done it before, not to you at least.

You stood behind, looking at Din going back and forth quietly with Mayfield unable to move. You weren’t just accidentally useless right now, he didn’t want you to make yourself of use here, but maybe, it had to be him. Grogu is his, his son, and regardless if you were here or not, Din would do all of it and more to recuse his own.

It was hard to figure out, neither of you had time to speak before they both had to leave. It was now or never to get those coordinates, but now it left you with the company behind. Your mind spinning with the same thoughts and more as your trek back to the ship was silent.

Fennec and Cara it seemed found endless things to talk about, two very different kinds of ideology with one on the side of the law and the other working outside it’s boundaries. Fennec was happy to sling as much back at the woman as Cara gave her grief for.

You hadn’t even considered how lost you looked until just outside the ramp of his ship did Fett stop to seriously consider you. His built entirely different then Din’s yet it stood just as tall and imposing as your own Mandalorian.

Something about his gaze unnerved you though, like he saw right through you without needing to dig his way into your mind first. You tried nodding and moving past him, but he had other ideas. “It’s been a long time since I’ve met an omega.”

Feet stopping in place as did, for a second, your heart. Skipping a beat and your mouth ran dry you turned your head just enough to show you were listening.

Fett was much closer now, his presence behind you felt overwhelmingly powerful compared to your own presentation. Something you only had fleeting brushes with, on another. A gloved hand trailed over the back of your neck and fluttered down to the faintest mark on your jaw.

Something no one else saw anymore but two others. Chills brushed down your spine as he traced over the remnants. “How about we talk in private? I have more than a few questions about an omega trying to hide a slave brand on her own neck.”

Fett nudged you forward with a hand on your lower back. It felt different then when Din did it. It wasn’t fear or worry that you felt beside him, but something about such a familiar touch only tore at your omega’s heart. An open wound which wanted to be healed from by the same touch that so soothingly grasped the back of your neck just hours before.

Watching him was almost fascinating. Din’s covert was much like him. Abided by the same creed and beliefs but firm in their extremism. Never occurring to you that it may stand out to others negatively until you met others who disagreed. On one end there was Din people and on the other there were those like Bo Katan who you couldn’t say left a good taste in your mouth.

Boba Fett was an odd one though. You knew of him by name as a bounty hunter but little else until days ago. Already striking you as different. Bo Katan and her crew only wore their helmets in use of battle and little else, but while Fett had taken it off a few times in the confines of his own ship you still had seen him wear it more often then not.

Leaned up against a wall, you crossed your arms around your stomach as he fussed with some controls to the side. “Were you born into it?” Your brows narrowed in question as he pointed to your neck, moving quickly you covered it with your hand instinctively. “The mark. You’ve done a good job at hiding it but I’ve been around the galaxy more then enough time to recognize that kind of brand.”

Your heart going just a tad bit faster, your hand dropped again to cross your other arm. Shaking your head slightly as a no, a faint hum passed just loud enough through his modulator. Luckily enough he seemed fine with running what felt like this interrogation.

“I assume Mando knows.” It wasn’t a question, but you nodded anyways. Fett still wasn’t looking right at you. Still occupying himself at the console. “He the one who freed you from it?”

Head shook no, but somewhere in the back of your throat you found a voice. “No it was- he met me just after. I was working for the man who did when we met.”

Deep chuckling filled the space between you as he finally turned to face you. “Mandalorians aren’t known for showing mercy to those who harm their omegas.”

Flickering over to the empty room, it gave no distraction. “I’m not-”

“You’re from Werda aren’t you?” You wanted Din here. Coaxing what he wanted to know quietly and gently whereas Fett is blunt and to the point with no chance to breathe in between. “You’re also part of his clan. I wager a man like him would leave a substantial trail of bodies to get you out of that world.”

What did- your hands dropped to your thighs, running your palms flat up and down their sides before creeping back up to cross once more. “He didn’t- it wasn’t like that. Isn’t like that.”

This must how Din’s bounties feel. That cold penetrative stare as you run down your ever failing list of escape options. Once again, he jumped around to an earlier question almost knocking you off finding your balance. “You don’t behave like someone from Werda.” Your eyes narrowed at him but he waved his arm to gesture to your blaster and the ship you stood in.

Slow steps pacing around the room as he spoke. “You run with a bounty hunter, you use a blaster, and you travel galaxies and star systems with the knowledge of how to fly and fix them.” A thud hit the inside of your head at the idea of Din telling him you knew how to fly a ship. Correction, you knew how to fly the Razor Crest and only in emergency situations. Not quite the skills of a pilot. But Fett continued.

“Little is known of what’s left on Werda, but I can say one thing. Your people are paranoid, isolated and violently opposed to technology thinking that could ever protect an omega alone. But here you are, on the other side of the galaxy searching for a foundling with two alphas who also happen to be Mandalorians.”

His stare was blank and despite being a few feet from you, stood still and unmoving. “I-” Head dropping your eyes shut briefly as you sighed out. “I was taken as a child, they just showed up one night and..I don’t know, that was that.”

“Who is they.”

Finding the strength to open your eyes, but not the will power to look at him. Eyes fixating on a meaningless glow of a light on the wall opposite to you. “I don’t know. Pirates probably, a few of the elders were taken but they separated us until we got planet side and I got sold off. Maybe one sniffed out an omega and realized I’d be worth a few extra credits. And so did everyone else apparently.”

Whirs of the ship surrounded both of you, plucking at your nails mindlessly you contemplated why it was that every Mandalorian you’d met had such a keen interest in your status as an omega. It didn’t make sense to you. “Why does this matter?”

Fett barley giving you an indicator he heard other then a slight tilt of his head, but you had enough experience from another quiet of his kind to know that was a request you elaborate. “All of you want to know about it. Like, I’m from some barley populated planet that doesn’t care about outsiders. Maker, the only person who even told me anything was my dad but that only because I would ask about our star system. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t even know about Mandalore or alphas, or anything.”

You both stared at one another for an uncomfortable amount of time, and much like Din, with no hint of what was brewing behind the mind in front of you. “People of Werda blame Mandalore for the extinction of our kind. Alphas spread across the galaxy to flee and omegas died without them.”

Crossing the small space between you both, Fett was slow and his voice was uniquely concise. “If you’re home was the last of the omegas, hidden away from the galaxy to protect them from the Mandalorians they see as responsible for a genocide.” Air between you charged with a strange buzz as he found himself now face to face. Leaning just slightly down over you as his large figure took up your senses inside. “Why would they hide on a planet that sits at the very edge of the Mandalore system if it’s people were to blame?”

Unsure if he even expected an answer, approaching footsteps saved the situation. Fennec and a slightly disgruntled Cara approached. Fennec and Fett immediately making way to the other, going over things like picking up where a conversation just left off.

Both of them turned slightly to the side enough to make sure you could follow it properly, but looking over at Cara poked something in your chest. Something that you couldn’t be sure even Din would agree with upon his return. Her eyes narrowed in question at you while you bit the inside of your cheek, arms crossed. “What?”

Deep breath, your shoulders squared as you found the courage to just voice your doubt. “You really just going to send him back like nothing happened?”

Cara, much like most of the people in the group was taller and larger then you. Save for Fennec, but she more then made up for height in impressive skill. Looking up at Cara though, you felt smaller then normal as she already looked annoyed. “He’s a prisoner, it’s where he belongs-”

“But he’s not in prison is he?” It wasn’t just her that was taken back. Fett had turned to look at you with a hidden away expression, whereas Fennec raised an eyebrow that sat above an interested but amused look in her eye. “You lied to get him out.”

Your jaw clenched but you didn’t back away as she took a step too much into your space. “I broke the law to help Mando, and you, to find your kid. Something I thought you’d be grateful for. And when he and Mando gets back, he’s going right back where he belongs, maybe a few extra privileges for doing what he’s told.”

“But he didn’t just do what he was told.” The last memory of Mayfield was someone who had nothing good to provide but threats and disrespect even towards someone he used to work with. But there remained something inside your chest that wondered how much punishment is worthy of the crime. A funny thing to wonder for someone who travels with a bounty hunter.

Cara opened her mouth to speak, but closed it. Matching your stance and crossing her arms she waited for you to get it all out. “Look, he didn’t have to help. He very well could have just turned the other way and serve out his sentence. But he didn’t. Before he couldn’t care less about Grogu but for whatever reason, he looked like he actually cared in some way.”

You could see a tick in her jaw, “What are you asking me?” When you didn’t answer right away, she got louder. “I have a duty to uphold the law now and you think, what? I should just let a criminal walk?”

She could get loud, but you didn’t knowing she’d hear you either way. “Weren’t you considered the criminal five years ago?” A growing tension in the air couldn’t be broken, and neither of the other two intervened.

Cara’s eyes were darker, much angrier that made your heart speed much faster. “I think maybe you’re letting your omega make decisions for you a little too much.”

Strikes at your heart, bravery and confrontation weren’t the life you chose, even with Din. “And I think maybe risking his own life just to help two people he has full right to hate should mean something.”

It was hard to pin down where this came from, but you were stuck at the genuine look on his face at being told Grogu was taken by the Imps. The glance he gave you and Din and a surprise in his voice that felt different.

Mayfield was still the same arrogant man, but he didn’t direct it to either of you this time around even though anyone else on that crew would have, tenfold. Getting Din to those coordinates isn’t a nothing job. Cara might not see it that way, but you did, and you hoped you knew Din in your heart enough to think he would agree.

The pair had trouble getting out though, interrupting your strange defence in an escape going wrong vert quick. Both women in place, and you finding yourself in a copilots seat of Fett’s ship as Din and Mayfield needed out fast as possible.

It wouldn’t occur to you personally that Fett had given orders to you that you didn’t even think about being able to do. His control console was very different, but functioned not unlike the Razor Crest in many ways. An old ship that was made for fire power and bulk that you, in emergency, seemed to grasp the basics of. Which wasn’t exactly the first time.

It was after Sorgan. The three of you found yourself being tracked by someone looking for Grogu and it like now, escalated quickly. You sat in the copilots seat, and despite their shots blasting the ship and the panic racing in your heart and throat? You just seemed to know what Din was doing, and what on the controls did what. He had begun not long after that, teaching you more of how the Crest worked directly.

Later Fett would mention it to him, and there was little mistaking the raging pride in Din’s chest at the comment. Pride that fought against the grumpy annoyance he also felt at how quick Fett was to point it out. Din grappled enough with how he wanted to treat you versus the possessive alpha within him towards you. He didn’t need another alpha pointing it out.

Seeing Din in their uniform felt uncomfortable, but something else was charged in the air. None of the irritated or combative words between he and Mayfield existed once they both got back. Just a quiet Mayfield giving a silent nod to him, and Din back as they both separated to get the hell out of Imperial armour.

Whatever that difference was, Din wanted to keep you inside of it. Calling you to him despite the very privacy being provided. In a silent room, you turned away completely without question. Listening to the slow sounds of Din tossing one aside to put on his proper helmet before saying your name.

The deep soothing nature of his voice flooding you with a reassured warmth once more. Turning he was just in his flight suit and helmet, slowly putting on some of his beskar already as he tilted his head up to look at you. “Want to give me a hand?”

The speed in which you perked up should have been embarrassing. You nodded yes and very delicately knelt down to start from the bottom up for him. For someone who was usually quiet, Din was now naturally so. Muscles tense and stiff each time you gently grasped at him to secure part of his armour in place with slow careful movements.

Gently grabbing his chest plate, you looked up at him from your knelt position. A push through your walls gently brushed against your omega that flooded you. Yearning to treat him with care and do this just for him. Slowly standing up, Din’s hand hovered over your waist. Gloved hand flexing as he then dropped it back down with a sigh so deep it seeped through the modulator.

Your head looked up to him, wide eyes and worried in your veins at what happened. He had gotten Moff Gideon's coordinates, but something else entirely was eating at him. You swallowed hard, trying to keep down the urge to ask what he wasn’t ready to tell. Both your hands holding his chest plate you raised an eyebrow.

Din nodded once and watched once more in silence as you treated his armour with the same care only he or the armourer had given it. He kept quiet as he let you finish. Your eyes sharp and focused to make sure it was all in place and properly set. Thumbs running over his shoulders you smiled lightly at him.

His fingers reaching out to finally hold your waist, you couldn’t even dream of hiding how much your heart jumped. Glancing up you didn’t feel quite as brave to return his touch. Question on your tongue, Din beat you to your words.

“He’s seen my face.” Mouth dropping slightly, you felt cold all of the sudden. “The only way to get the coordinates was to remove my helmet and Mayfield saw. Along with everyone else in that room.”

What could you possibly say, this wasn’t your world but it was his. Something that meant so deeply to him and that’s how it happened? You reached out, hands pressing against the chest plate you just put on him, with Din’s other hand resting on your hip as you stepped an inch forward. You wanted to reach up, stroke the side of his helmet like it was him underneath, but no. Why dare touching it for any need now of all times. “Your-”

This sigh was lighter, but still audible in your closeness. “There wasn’t anything I could do without risking losing everything.” His voice weaker, “I was just sitting there,” Din’s voice broke in away you never heard.

A crack that wavered and his hands on you tightened. Heart breaking you didn’t even try to stop this time. Your hand sliding up his chest, gently tracing the cowl on his neck before your fingertips reaching up onto his helmet. He didn’t tense though, not with you, not at your touch. Standing more on your toes, you finally curved around as if to rake your hand through his hair and pulled him down.

His hands impossibly tight as the coolness of his beskar rested against your forehead. You think he said something in Mando’a, but it was so under his breath you likely only heard it due to how close you were to him. “Din,”

Oh the way his heart reached out and wrapped around yours at the sound of his name on your lips. Like a lifeline that he still refused to let slip away. “Can you tell me what happened?” Moments ticked by while he collected whatever stormed inside of him all as his alpha held you to him both in your heart and by his touch.

Nodding, he quietly talked you through it. The conversation with Mayfield, standing in front of the terminal with Grogu’s life in his hands and the terror that overtook him at the prospect of losing him overriding the fear of someone seeing his face. “It shouldn’t be about me, if Gideon gets away I’d never be able to find him, I’d never see him again. It was the only thing I could do.”

Not once did he let you leave him, going as much as to pull you closer when your body wavered back unconsciously. He never let go of you, and you kept his forehead against yours. The other hand still resting halfway on his chest plate, the other toying with the material underneath. “Mayfield’s why they went on alert.”

No doubt Din could see your face twist in confusion. “He,” A sigh left him while the sensation of pulling grazed your waist. “He shot the officer, which started a firefight in the whole room until it was just the two of us left.” Your shirt pulled up the perfect space for Din’s hand to slip underneath. His grip much tighter now that he could hold the plush skin he found. “Everyone who saw me.”

Questions danced, but were kept behind the fence. Let Din get there in his own way. Telling you how he gave back the helmet he had removed, eyes kept off of him until it was back in place. Mayfield trying to assure him that he never saw his face.

His thumb rubbed back and forth over you. “It doesn’t work that way, but..he didn’t have to do any of that.” Hand on your hip curled to your back to pull you into his chest more. Making your hand slide elsewhere, cupping where the skin of his neck would be were it not hidden away. “Could have let us walk out quietly, but he didn’t. Everyone in the room who saw me, except for him.”

“But he tried to respect your creed the only way he knew.” Your whispers hit his visor but your eyes slipped shut. Allowing his touch to overtake you, leaning fully into him as there wasn’t a restrained distance anymore. Just a warm comfort of the others arms.

More quiet passed between you until he spoke once more. “I’m sorry.”

Your brows narrowed and tried pulling away, his beskar leaving your forehead but his hands refusing with much more pressure to keep you pressed to him. “For what?”

“For all of it. First we lose Grogu then I don’t even let you try to help.” Vaugley you could feel his other hand also slipping under the bottom of your shirt. “I removed my helmet, and the person who lived to remember it wasn’t Grogu or even you.”

Heart swirling in your chest, you looked at the darkness behind his visor with emotions akin of anger without fully committing to such an intensity. “Okay first of all, please don’t apologize to me for Mayfield being the one to see your face and not me. That is not why I’m here Din.”

Both of your hands cupped the sides of his helmet where his cheeks would be. “This is as much you as whats underneath. Sure sometimes in the dead of night I’m curious, but it’s not who got to see it that matters. It’s that anyone seeing it at all matters to you.”

Your chest compressed tightly, was it your own pain or that of Din’s begging for support before he crumbles under the weight of his greatest fears. “Din, if he told you what might happen why didn’t you just let me go for you?”

Suddenly that support transformed itself into something threatening to spark ablaze. “I was not about to let you walk into an Imperial base and have them, or the new republic, know what you look like.” It wasn’t just that though, both of you knew so much more sat behind his reasoning.

“And it needed to be me. Grogu- he’s done enough for me. So if that’s what needed to be sacrificed to rescue him, fine.” One of his hands lifted up, making your hands drop down to his waist as he cupped your cheek the way you mimicked for his sake. “Putting you in danger so we can save him isn’t right, Cyra’ika. Being a Mandalorian isn’t just about identity. Grogu’s my foundling, and we put foundlings above all else.”

Each time to tried to give him space, he rejected it. Keeping you against him as his thumb ran over your cheek, down to your chin and tracing over the fainted mark that had earlier been the source of your interrogation. “So what happens now. With your creed? There’s a way to fix it right?”

From what you understood of his people, the creed wasn’t just a word or bond it was their belief, their livelihood. As much of a religion as their culture was. “There are. Mandalorians are stronger together, but I’ll need to be honest. At some point, she’ll ask, and I’ll have to answer to it.”

She being The Armourer. “But there is a way to prevent you from being kicked out?”

Din nodded as the painful waver begun to settle in his voice., “Yes. But it won’t be easy, Cyra’ika. Do you remember what I told you about Mandalore?” Nodding once, your lungs tightened at what might be to come. “Then you know how dangerous it will be. But not until we get Grogu back.”

Hear reaching out to him, you looked hopeful. “We get him back, and then we do this together. All three of us.” It was Din’s turn to nod at you. Leaning in to your face as if wanting to see past whatever his helmet displayed and look into your eyes.

It felt odd rolling so quietly off your tongue, but the need rushing through your veins spoke of hope that it didn’t sound as stupid to Din. Understanding exactly what he was telling you. “This is the way.”

“This is the way.”

Landing down to pick up Fennec and Cara, you felt somewhat annoyed while seeing the calm understanding between Din and Mayfield. It wasn’t your place to speak on it in front of them, but as the three of you stepped off the ramp it hung in front of your face.

“Well, looks like it’s back to the scrap heap.”

You watched Cara and she watched you back. The offended standoff she felt earlier seemed to have melted down somewhat. You could hear Din thanking Mayfield for helping, but you and her looked at each other the entire duration until he spoke.

“All right, Officer. Take me back.”

Cara managed to tear her eyes away from you, face softer then before as she looked at him. An expression that reminded you of your time on Sorgan. The version of her more carefree and having forgotten the world is harsh enough. “That was some nice shooting back there.”

Standing adjacent to Din, you felt both of your hearts once again wrap around each other. What it meant for both of you in the future could be nothing, but even feet apart in silence? You loved being able to let yourself feel him, and let your omega fantasize of what the warmth of an alpha could be.

“You know, it’s too bad Mayfield didn’t make it out alive back there.”

Eyes set and narrowed, you met a glance from Cara before she turned to Din. “Yeah, too bad.” So maybe it wasn’t just the weakness of an omega wanting to give sympathy. Din may have not agreed before, but he did now, and you know why.

“Looked to me like prisoner number three-four-six-six-seven died in the refinery explosion on Morak.”

Biting you cheek, you could have laughed at the confused look on the mans face that switched almost instantly to a shocked glee. “Does that mean I can go? ‘Cause I will.” Between the pair of them, he got the message you hoped Cara had previously gotten.

“Alright..okay.” Mayfield moving to leave, looked at you first.

Perhaps it was the thankful shine behind your eyes that said something or maybe, he just understood it was different this time. He had done enough, and you too, were eternally thankful. Mayfield could be a condescending loud mouth, but maybe something inside his soul had humbled.

Neither of you three felt like a goodbye was in order, but left with a respect which wouldn’t be forgotten.

Once again on your own, the next question was where and what to do next. Jumping right to Moff Gideon could be a mistake as you were now. It could be done, but just maybe there was another kind of help that would benefit from taking over his light cruiser.

It wasn’t going to be easy though. Not for you, not for anyone. She was a Mandalorian, she knew Moff Gideon and had reason to go after him. But if Mayfield had become a strange sort of ally to your group, Bo Katan was far more an adversarial participant. You didn’t like her and neither did Din.

The first words that came out of her mouth was to call Din’s people a cult, act like they were the crazy ones for how they followed the way of the Mandalore. On top of that, all you and Din had asked of her is to help them find a Jedi. Give you a name or a path and go your separate ways. But she didn’t even have that much honour.

Forcing Din into helping their own cause, changing the terms of the deal on a whim and having no respect for how little honour she showed him. You also didn’t like the way she looked at you.

“You’re an omega,” she had made to step towards you only to have your body pulled more behind Din as he leaned threateningly over her. He had no patience for her at that point and kept asking questions no matter how often you both turned it down.

“Where did you come from” or “Who was your family?” As if she knew anything or cared about it. The asking made you uncomfortable in a way not even Fett’s later vague ones made you, but they just angered Din.

One point telling her, “She’s not part of the deal, got it? No more questions.”

The look the woman had given you was smug, and it turned every part of your omega onto a skin crawling alert. Like she knew something you didn’t, but unlike what that felt like with The Armourer, Bo Katan had joy in your unknowing.

It was only the three of you who sought her out. Din, Fett and yourself tracking her down to some planet where she sat in a cantina with the other Mandalorian you met back then. Koska. She didn’t ring an alarm in your head the way her leader had, but there was some level of animosity that bloomed from the existing one above her.

Her sitting there, both of them without their helmets as you walked beside two others who kept theirs on. Even though Fett didn’t seem to adhere to the same code of Mandalorians that Din does, he wore his more often then he didn’t even now.

Bo Katan bragged that her armour had been in her family for generations, stating her name and clan like it should mean the reverence she expected. You heard no such bragging from either men you travelled with now. Too much spun in your mind to make way of what you even had been trying to tell yourself but it sat uncomfortably in your stomach.

She didn’t start well either. Managing to only tell her they need her help and she already looked smug dismissive. Pretending she yielded such a higher then you demeanour that you suspected she demanded from the likes of Koska and others who followed her. “Not all Mandalorians are bounty hunters. Some of us serve a higher purpose.”

You felt Din’s alpha reaching for you, trying to put out what flame erupted no doubt the moment the woman came into sight. He spoke before you had the chance to lose patience with her. “They took the child.”

Only for a second did she look sympathetic to his plight. “Who?” Only for it to dash the moment Din told her Moff Gideon. Her face slithered into something darker, twisting her eyes into a hate that ran through her blood as she turned away from you. “You’ll never find him.”

Did Din grab your wrist to stop you from reacting or for himself?

Fett was also, not a fan of her. Leaving his history more vague without leaving out his disdain for her and the kind of superiority he said was pathetic. “We don’t need these two. Let’s get out of here.”

So keen on having the last word, Bo Katan turned in her seat. Disgust all over her face like the sound of his voice triggered something gross and hateful inside. “You are not a Mandalorian.”

You had to give it to the man, he just looked back at her with the tone of a parent lecturing a child of the obvious. “Never said I was.”

Koska was the instigator this time, unlike Bo Katan. Who was perfectly content to sit and talk down to a man who had already done far more to help your plight then her and let someone else defend her. “I didn’t know sidekicks were allowed to talk.”

He turned fully to her this time. His deep chuckle vibrating in your bones as he slowly moved towards Koska rising to her own feet. “Well, if that isn't the Quacta calling the Stifling slimy.” Koskas own face narrow and threatening as she stood tall somehow did nothing compared to the calmness in which Fett stood in front of her.

Difficult to say if it was an alpha thing, or just a trait both him and Din just so happened to share. A feeling still had yet to leave you though, this superiority that you hated just as much last time permeated now as you stood here asking them to help you both rescue Grogu. Instead both of the women were content with insults and mid slinging.

Din’s hold on you had his thumb pressing against your pulse with more force. His presentation trying to pull yours with him. Your emotions and senses were becoming harder and harder to contain, and it wasn’t Din alone who was feeling your omega more and more. Your muscles were tense watching the three of them.

In the same instance, Din’s thumb pressed down harder on your pulse, filling you with the same feeling that had been given when he has holding the back of your neck as Fett turned to you slightly. Enough to the side you could find his attention as another similar sense blew into you like a wind, “Easy there, little one.”

Din’s thumb rubbed back and forth over your wrist now, like an obey of calm you were unable to fight between the both of them. Keeping you on two feet once more you looked to Bo Katan, already watching you. Finding the strength to respond to her own dismissal seconds before. “We already have. We have his coordinates.”

She didn’t care about Grogu, she perked up at only that. “You can bring me to Moff Gideon?”

Let him speak for you this time. Din was calmer in situations like this. No one’s life was at stake in this very moment, so his voice of negotiation could pander to the subject cleaner. “The Moff has a light cruiser. It could be helpful in your effort to reclaim Mandalore.”

Your mouth upturned in a slight smirk the same instance Fett turned to him in question. “You got to be kidding me. The Empire turned that planet to glass.”

And just like that, the goodwill being worked up to was dashed at Fett simply speaking or existing in front of her it seemed. “You are a disgrace to your armour.”

His voice was much more threatening, Bo Katan having struck a cord which held no shame of being exploited. “This armour belonged to my father.”

“Don’t you mean your donor?” If her voice was disgusted, then her face was moreso. Not having the knowledge these people all did, certain dots didn’t connect on details right away but there was a hate in her soul that sat heavy inside your chest. “You are a clone, I’ve heard your voice thousands of times.”

Fett stayed calm, but just like Din was more threatening the more low and still he spoke. “Mine might be the last one you hear.”

The fight that broke out was in Bo Katan’s name it seemed. Koska attacked not her. Brief seconds did she have the upper hand only to be taken away. Months with Din beside you made you anything but a fool. Fett was holding back, and you had already seen the man himself in action to show this hardly even quantified as trying.

Din pulled you into him with a yank. Turning his body to face the two as his hand held you halfway behind him with a tight grip. It didn’t last long as the mighty leader came to her senses. “Enough, both of you. If we had shown half that spine to the Empire we would've never lost our planet.”

However, you found Din unwilling to move you out from his protection. You turned with him as she finally took a stance. “We will help you. In exchange, we will keep that ship to retake Mandalore. If you should manage to finish your quest, I would have you reconsider joining our efforts. Mandalorians have been in exile from our home world for far too long.”

“Fair enough.”

Not done yet, she had even more of a request which didn’t just mean nothing to you, but do Din this time as well. “One more thing,”

If you could only have one word to describe what swam in her eyes, it would be greed. The virtue of altruism fading away for the facade that it was and wanting only for herself. “Gideon has a weapon that once belonged to me. It is an ancient weapon that can cut through anything, almost anything. It cannot cut through pure beskar. I will kill the Moff and retake what is rightfully mine. With the Darksaber restored to me, Mandalore will finally be within reach.”

As if thoughts could be shared between two people, both you and Din felt within the other that essentially none of that made any sense to you, nor did either of you are. Her problems weren’t shared with the two of you. “Help me rescue the Child and you can have whatever you want. He is my only priority.”

The first time you ever shot anyone was for Din. Navarro was chaos, guild members and Mandalorians were all over the place and it all was for two people. One of which you had barley even met mind you.

He had shown up with a child. A small thing, only a baby with large green ears and bright black eyes that looked around the streets in awe. You didn’t speak to them at that point, but you knew both saw you.

Rumours that Mando took on a dangerous job that paid handsomely for how lucrative it was, but you had assumed this little creature had been either left behind or found not the target itself. Less so that he initially was to be brought in dead. You finally spoke to Din once he came inside properly.

Dented red now replaced with shining silver that had your breathe caught in your throat. His gaze more then once seemed to find yours as you were filled with a contrast. Something about him always stood out to you, but the intimidating confidence in which he walked in with from the spoils of his talent had your blood rushing and gaze trapped.

Called away for someone and then working your sights right back on him until you knew for sure he was returning it. Swallowing hard your heart sped up as you looked up to him leaning over for a better look at you. Stammering over your words as much as your hands trembled around the glass you held. “Mando, you..” You swallowed again at his unmoving watchful gaze only for a compliment far less planned to slip past your lips. “The armour, it’s beautiful.”

Head tilting to the side, he hesitated clearly not expecting it either. “Thank you.” Without even thinking, he had reached over the bar, fingers grazing the mark on your neck much more red than it was in the present. “Looks like it’s healing well. The bacta help?”

Nodding you felt small in his touch, but not scared or humiliated like so many others wanted to do when so close. “It did. Thank you, I know you didn’t have much at the time. I can-”

His gloved hands still brushing your neck before your pause had him pulling away quickly. You didn’t know if he meant it, but a tad bit of humiliation set in regardless at the speed of his touches retreat. “I can repay you, not uh, not now I mean. Or right now, but I’ll pay you back next time your on world.”

Shaking his head no, he leaned away slightly. “No need, I bought them for you to use.”

Your goodbyes weren’t exceptional or anything, not knowing your talk could have been the last time you spoke in a long time. You called out to him, your eyes looking around either side as if looking for something. But you didn’t know what to say or how to say it. Something felt odd about it, but you didn’t know.

A world on blockers didn’t lend itself to intuition. You had wanted to ask about the child not being there, but you couldn’t figure out why. At that moment, he was happy you didn’t. Because the entire time on Navarro, he wasn’t sure if he made the right choice all the way up until he flew out of the Razor Crests pilot chair and took off to get him.

It was likely your omega who recognized the feeling. The pull of an alpha that resounded stronger as it begged for a bond unable to be provided by just anyone. But you didn’t realize he was an alpha yet, nor were you even aware of your omega begging to be listened to until she broke through the barrier enough to move.

Mando had taken the child back. The child was the bounty and he rescued him, or at least that's how you were looking at it. No one in the guild agreed, not even Karga the man who helped you find freedom. They hunted him, surrounded him and you stood helpless to watch until a sea of Mandalorians in numbers flew into the site. Gave him the time to get to his ship where you, for reasons hard to understand, went after him.

The child cradled in a blanket in his arms, he barley got to the ramp of his ship when someone came up behind him. He turned to the sound of footsteps but found a blaster shooting a hole into the man’s chest. Collapsing onto the ground, the view of you behind leaning against a surface as you looked wide eyed at not what you had done, but them.

He had risked everything to save the child then, and now was no different. The odds were stacked against him on Navarro but he had the numbers on his side from the beginning this time around. What they wanted with Grogu neither of you cared, he went to get him and as long as he was alive that was all that mattered.

Bo Katan stood quite proud of herself at the controls of the light cruiser. The once again smugness all over her very being as she revealed in the riches of something she didn’t gain on her own accord. You currently had been stood with your knees bent back, hands pressed against a bar facing the middle of the room sparing glances with Fennec.

You were better with a blaster then you gave yourself credit for according to her. Giving Din the promise to keep you at her side, but you didn’t hold her back. She was more skilled then you, all of them were but it wasn’t a hindrance. “Your aim was good, you took cover when it wasn’t and you backed us up.” A smirk formed when you both had stood by the doors. “You don’t have to be like me or Mando to be impressive. You’re doing just fine. For an omega.”

Passing by her with a flat expression you lightly nudged her shoulder with yours. Your eye roll held a playfulness as did her chuckle. Quite a life you went from. Trapped by the bonds of the slavers trade to standing beside mercenaries and Mandalorians unafraid of their danger.

You could only stand and wait. Din went to face Gideon alone, it was his quest. When the doors finally opened however, it should have been a time for celebration, but it only kept getting worse in ways neither you or Din knew.

In one arm, much like that day on Navarro, was Grogu. Tucked away in Din’s arms in one with the other holding what looked like a sword, but it buzzed and glowed a black colour menacingly. Holding it out he walked a now cuffed Moff Gideon who looked rather annoyed. An interesting emotion for just being captured.

He must be exhausted, Grogu. You saw him catch your gaze and only a small noise came out of his mouth before a little mumble of noises purred out of him. Stepping over to them as Din moved Gideon into Cara's hold, he pulled the blade back as if it were some strange morphed version of a lightsaber.

Bo Katan had turned to see them come in, only to have her prideful resolve shatter within an instant and now with the smugness transferred over to Moff Gideon now sat out on the steps. “What happened?”

You think Cara said something, but you didn’t even hear it. Your body now on the other side of Grogu you felt Din reaching out to you like before. Your hand grazed Grogu’s ears, rubbing back and forth as a little purr came out. Snuggling more into Din’s hold but his little hand reached out to you.

Grasping your finger as it came close, you stepped further into them and moved your touch to stroke gently over his head. Only it was Moff Gideon’s voice that pulled you back.

“That’s not what she’s talking about.” He looked from Din to Bo Katan, his look towards her less like the genuine one before and now taking a great glee in the sudden stiff and unreadable expression on her face. “Why don’t you kill him now and take it? It’s yours.”

He kept switching attention from Din to Bo Katan, but you had a feeling it had little to do with him and more to do with taunting her. Din asking beside you, “What is?”

“The Darksaber. It belongs to you.”

The weapon she mentioned wanting that Gideon had. You looked up to Din for a moment before he relented whatever this battle of wits was trying to brew. Holding it out to her, “Now it belongs to her.”

She couldn’t even look at him. Her head barley able to look at what he was offering as the Gideon’s enjoyment of whatever suffering this was to her grew. “She can’t take it. It must be won in battle.”

Neither you or Din wanted to play this game of power she kept insisting on then, and he certainly didn’t care now. He had what he came here to do in his arms. “I yield, it’s yours.”

Gideon though, chuckled and the hold between you and Din tightened at your matching and mounting frustrations. “Oh no, it doesn't work that way. The Darksaber doesn't have power. The story does. Without that blade, she's a pretender to the throne.”

Not all of what occurred clued in for a while. But in the quiet silence of the night days later did the pieces move into their spots. The Darksaber signified who held the power to rule Mandalore, but it could only be truly won in battle.

Gideon had it, Din fought and defeated him and now its his. Bo Katan wouldn’t just take it, the thing she wanted more than Mandalore itself waved in her face that the trade of owners wasn’t to her. In all likelihood, the man planned it.

Din mentioned he attacked him without provocation. Ensuring Gideon he only wanted the child, and even after letting him do so, still attacked. If he knew Bo Katan was on the ship, what was the chance he knew escaping without being apprehended was impossible? That he’d be captured and that he provoked Din knowing he couldn’t overpower such a fighter ensuring it would go into the hands of anyone but her.

Just another pull of this ongoing game that neither Din or you cared to be involved in.

If you were being honest with yourself in this quiet night, you didn’t want to think or talk about it. What happened next. It was a loss that slammed both you and Din with a painful loneliness despite still having the other.

You and Din left that cruiser that day without a home, without Grogu, and left only a relic of power status that Din neither wanted or cared for. What did happen though, was what led you to right now.

When Grogu had first been taken, you and Din were both aware that you were running out of suppressants and a heat would follow. One that a life on those very suppressants and blockers had never allowed for before.

Emotion however, when strong could kick start an omegas heat in the presence of a trusted or bonded alpha. You and Din never discussed what to do if that were to happen before, it just occurred and Din had to be the one to take the reigns and figure out what to do.

You were travelling with Fett, Fennec and Din when your insides felt like they were twisting. In the back of your mind this had been brewing for days but the more you discussed where you and Din would go the stronger it became until it felt like it was in your throat.

The ship plunging into a fire drenched ocean as you begun to sweat, lungs burned from the hot air that only existed to you. You think somewhere Din called for you, but could barley hear past the overwhelming scent that invaded your senses as he turned attention to you.

Legs failing, you found yourself crouched down to the floor breathing heavier and heavier as the burning started to feel like a need. Begging to never cool down less you perish from such a freezing agony.

“Mesh’la?” You weren’t even aware that you made a sound, but it came out like a mix of a cry and a whimper turned down to almost mute. The scent grew so strong until Din’s broad frame knelt down to your level.

A hand hovered wanting to sooth you, but Fett warned “Gentle, Mando. She’s overwhelmed, even a light touch could set her off more.”

Din nodded once as you looked up to him. Hidden behind beskar, you felt just as soothed as anyone would seeing his face. Finally he reached out taking your chin into his gloved hand as you shook in his touch. His hand burning hotter, but now it was craved.

Like his touch wasn’t anywhere close to enough, your omega begging you for more but unable to lose control through you. Breathing scattered, you tried looking him in the eye as he spoke. “Mesh’la I need you to tell me what you need.”

You shook your head as much as you could in his hold, trying to say you didn’t know but he was clear with you. “Fett will take us somewhere safe, but I need you to tell me if you want my help.” You looked as confused as you felt. “I’ll watch over you, make sure you’re okay and let you ride this on your own if that’s what you decide, but if you want me to help you I need you to tell me-”

“Yes, please. Please help, please don’t go-” You think you started babbling because a rush of command flew through you enough to catch your words mid sound.

“Omega. Look at me.” The hand on your chin slid up to brush this thumb over your cheek. “Say it clearly for me. If you want me to take care of you, omega you need to say it.”

It felt like a marathon trying to catch your breath enough, but you nodded. Looking at him, and a shaky hand gently holding onto the wrist near your face. “I want you with me.”

Din said something in the back of his throat you couldn’t catch. Either because the need in your head grew too loud or it was in Mando’a but he twisted his upper half to speak to Fett. At that point Fennec offered to handle the piloting.

Telling Fett that you might feel more comfortable with less alphas around her, and to her own amusement, claiming that maybe a female alpha was too much for her first heat.

Fett approached Din, who now was just keeping a hand on you, stroking your cheek or the back of your hair with gentle words. His own amusement on his face, knowing the man could read it through both of their helmets. “Not too late to take up my offer.”

Din grunted at him, and Fett chuckled deeply. Two low toned sounds that reverberated through your veins down into your core and had you clenching your thighs so much you could feel the tension in your stomach muscles. Fett didn’t touch you, but the tone taken was just like Dins.

Quiet and low, echoing the commands of an alpha to keep you calm. “Deep breaths, little one. The first is always the scariest.”

“For her or for me?”

It wasn’t easy for Din either. His alpha calling out to you, watching you first in pain and then in a desperate need that you’d been deprived of for a lifetime and now? Now you trusted him with your well being and it started to burn on his own inside in a different way.

He was more in control though. He’d been through ruts many times over, and now he had you to take care of. His alpha would know what to do, but consciously Din was terrified of doing you harm. “If you were going to hurt her you would have done so already.”

Din’s head turning to him slightly, “I know what I’m like during a rut. She doesn’t.”

“She’s an omega, Mando. Consciously she doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into, sure. But her presentation knows what to expect, and she’s going to need it too.”

His touch was a little less frighteningly warm now, but you couldn’t handle having Din leave your side. A little digging would later help you understand that a first heat Omega would sometimes reach out to a specific alpha to take care of them. One with a connection that they trusted with their lives, and it would often send that Alpha into a rut. The specific scent coming off you unknowingly designed for Din specifically, luring him in with it’s sweetness. The main reason why Din was struggling to keep himself under control, whereas Fett could push it down more.

That and neither men were vile animals who used their presentation as excuses.

You actually weren’t sure how aware of everything you were for a while. Whatever the location it was they were headed either was quite close, or you’re sense of time was a bit warped because it felt like you arrived there in minutes.

At some point, Din had gotten you to sit properly on the floor, back leaned up against something as your knees pulled into your chest. “Stay right here for me.” You had no energy to call him back despite the panic of losing his warmth encasing your chest. Your head lulled to the side to watch, Din and Fett standing in front of the other exchanging something in their hands.

Din tucking whatever it was away before shaking hands. Another wave of need flushing your system had your head dropping into your arms draped across your knees. His voice was quiet and soothing as he spoke almost directly into your ear. “Time to stand up, Omega.”

Looking up at him, your heart softened at the same time as your thighs clenched. His broad frame intimidating and alluring but it was as if you could see him beyond the helmet. His soft tone was so easy to imagine the gentle face behind it. Nodding, you tried pushing yourself up with a palm on the ground only to be swept up in Din’s hands.

Keeping you steady and tucked almost in front of him with one of his arms wrapped around and pressing his gloved palm into your front. If you were honest you had no idea what your surroundings looked like as you leaned back into Din entering what looked like a fortified kind of safe house but without any attempt at making it look homey or approachable.

Two main buildings, the smaller of which attached to the side that you later would find out housed a speeder bike. Then just thick grey and black material that had no windows. Apparently it wasn’t uncommon for places like this to be scattered around the galaxy, safe places for your kind. Typically now only used by alpha’s to run out their rut alone but worked perfectly for what you needed.

The insides were mostly rudimentary. A distinct lack of advanced amenities likely to help in keeping it easy to sustain. The light inside was soft and low throughout. Just one big room, and a small room for the refresher tucked away in the corner. Sitting you down on the bed, Din immediately knelt in front of you.

Gently pulling your hair away from your face, sticking to it from sweat. Reaching up, you took hold of his hand and just kept it in yours. Your small hands both barley able to fully encompass one of his own, but the quiet closeness now buzzed pleasurably in your veins with less panic.

Letting you keep one in your lap, he once again used the other to cup the side of your neck, tilting you to properly look at him. “If at any point you don’t want my help anymore, just tell me.” Shaking your head no, Din tightened his hold on you. “No, mesh’la look at me. Promise me you’ll say something if you change your mind.”

You think you nodded slightly yes, but you pouted looking up at him. His voice was far more tense then before, and his body stiff. No doubt being totally alone was cracking his gentle resolve. “Your rut-”

Trailing his thumb down, he brushed it over your bottom lip knowing you were unaware of how much he was staring at it. “This isn’t my first rut, but it’s your first heat. Doesn’t matter how far along we are, I’ll still be in control understand?”

Your eyes narrowed but you nodded. “I understand, alpha.” The gloves prevented you from really feeling the shiver travelling through his bones.

“There's one more thing. I can keep it on, but this will be a lot easier for you if I take the helmet off.” An idea clearly wrapping his brain but you had the idea.

Looking over to one of the wall lights, you kept your eyes on them while your hold on his hand grew tighter. “So, we do this...in the dark?”

“No.” The ferocity and volume should have scared you, but all it did was fill you with more need which in turn did the very same to Din. “No, I want- I need to see you. The lights stay on. “

The longer you sat there the warmer you felt, and the more uncomfortable your layers stuck to your skin. “So what do we do?” Your voice was basically a raspy whisper, but Din didn’t reply. Just lifted his hand up your face until his palm covered your eyes. Mouthing an ‘oh’, your breathing grew heavier at the idea.

“Tell me it’s okay.” You didn’t answer right away, so Din took his hand out of yours and trailed it to dance underneath the edge of your shirt. “Yes or no, omega. You going to let me blind fold you?”

“Yes, yes, anything.” His hand dropped instantly, and pulled away completely. A smug pride filling his chest at how desperately you reached out to him as he stood up.

“First thing’s first. Undress me, omega.”

Slinking off the bed you sat on your knees before him. Taking great care even in your state to slowly and respectfully take off each piece of his armour, setting it aside and moving up. Left only in his flight suit, gloves, and helmet, you let your fingers hover over the bottom of your own shirt. Din however didn’t have the same idea.

Grabbing your hands sitting them either side of his waist. “What did I say?” Moving to trace his hand over your jaw once more he brushed this thumb over your bottom lip only this time pulled it down. Just enough to have you gasp faintly in surprise, letting him slid just the top of this thumb inside your mouth waiting for your answer.

Muffed slightly against the leather you only felt more uncomfortable in how much you had on. “You first, alpha.”

He tilted his head down to you and you felt another shiver at what he wanted you to do. Gently biting down he pulled his hand free of the glove, and impatiently throwing off the other. His hands were just as large with them off.

The sliver of skin you’d seen before looked now just how you remembered, slightly dark almost like a bronze that were rough and calloused from a lifetime of harshness. How they would feel on your own skin consumed you and how much you just wanted him to get to it.

Din yanked the other glove from your mouth and tossed it aside as well. Filling in the space between you, it was his turn to hesitate. Hovering over you, he settled them smoothly on your shoulders as if not ready to feel your touch on his own bare hands in this sensitive of a state.

Heart pounding your fingers unconsciously tightened in your hold of his waist as he finally slid up. His fingertips only brushing the sides of your neck making you both lean closer to the other before finally he cupped both of your cheeks. Pulling you to look up at him, he strokes his thumbs over your skin as he muttered lowly. “I want to see you unobstructed, mesh’la. You going to be good for me while I blindfold you?”

Nodding, you didn’t trust yourself with words. The heat between your legs only would dominate your begging to not take his time with you, but you knew Din would never listen to that here. Sliding your eyes shut your hands slipped away as he moved around you to grab something.

You felt something soft covering your eyes as Din tied it behind your head snug. Maybe he should have asked something to ensure you couldn’t see anything, but he trusted you. You were being good for him, if you could see you’d tell him right away.

Fingers tensing at your side you couldn’t quite tell where he was until the coolness of his beskar gently met your forehead. He whispered something in Mando’a you couldn’t quite pick up before he pulled away. The hiss of his helmet the only sound until the light plunk of it joining the rest.

Inside you felt each other, but without any idea of what Din was doing until you gasped. Feeling hands grab the ends of your shirt as you felt what seemed like facial hair scratch against your cheek. Soft lips brushed your ear and Din’s free voice, so much more smooth and full of bass. “Arms up.”

You think he pulled your chest band off with it, the force of the tug to get them off in one swoop letting them bounce and the cold air making your nipples stand out. Your pants and underwear were next, also pulled down at once but this time he stayed near your bottom half for longer.

His breath warm on your mound and unable to tell that his eyes were dark and greedily staring at how you were so wet he could see it on your thighs and underwear. You whimpered when he didn’t come right back to you, but by the sounds of more fabric he was taking the rest of himself.

You tensed up, his hand on your hip followed by the other gently caressing your neck as he pulled you into him. His nose traced your cheek and your hands instinctively grabbed at his chest. Din let out a restrained moan and if you weren’t aware of his cock between his thighs before, the way it twitched and pressed even more against you did it now.

Running his nose down the length of yours finally you felt what you always thought of what he was this close. You could feel his breath hitting your skin as he was just centimetres from your lips. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Din sounded needy, not like a prideful alpha staking claim, but more the man you know. Desperate to know this isn’t your omega asking for him, but you. Just you and Din. So you nodded. “I’m yours. For how long you want me.”

Din grumbled in his chest before losing his calm will power. Pressing his lips against yours, you were almost thrown back into the bed by the force. His lips were soft but treated you so roughly. Always pushing and pulling, deepening the kiss and refusing to let either of you pull away. Harsh breaths only panting on one another as he allowed regardless if you felt lightheaded in his kiss.

It was as if the fire inside of you found it’s way into the open air and now burned bright between both of your hearts. Your hands ran up and down his chest, feeling out the scars and marks on them. Trying to map in your head which one it was or if you even knew about it. His shoulders were just as broad without the beskar, strong and large leading down to a softer stomach that twitched under your fingertips.

Din’s hands were far more greedy, running up and down your body as he wished and grabbing large handfuls of the softest skin you could give him. One of his hands grabbed your jaw, turning it away pulling your mouth from his. Not wasting time Din immediately pressed his lips to your neck.

Back arching with a gasp, you grabbed his shoulders with your nails digging in at the wet kiss he would cutter you up with only to drag his teeth up and down your neck as his facial hair burned to finish. You wondered if it was just a beard, or perhaps a moustache too but he blindfolded you for a reason.

He wanted you to feel him, not pretend as if you could see him. Trailing your hands up behind his neck and felt such soft thick hair at the ends of it. One slid up, running through what felt like curls but just as you scratched your nails into his scalp, Din bit down hard onto your neck moaning into the imprint he left.

If you could hear the things Din’s alpha was screaming at him, to just sink a little deeper and keep you all to himself for the rest of time. But he couldn’t, nor did his waking mind want too. You trusted him and he refused to take advantage of that. Doing or telling you certain things would only make Din feel as if he’s manipulated you into it.

Your heart raced so much it could have scared you if your need to be taken by him wasn’t the stronger feeling. Din grabbed the other side of your neck, leaving harsh kisses against it as he made his way to your ear. “I said I’d take care of you, mesh’la. Lay out on the bed for me.”

Reaching back you felt the cool sheets just behind your knees, carefully pulling away to kneel back on the bed. You weren’t sure which way was which after climbing up, so you sat obediently, knees tucked under you with your hands in your lap as your chest heaved in need.

The bed to the side of you dipped as Din joined, after a second grabbing your body and turning to make you lay down head relaxed against the pillows. There wasn’t much for two people, after all typically lone alphas would come to places like this but Din grabbed what food was stored. He couldn’t remember the last time you ate, and he wasn’t about to fuck you more than once without food in your system.

One hand held your outer thigh and pushed it just enough to let one of his legs slide up and press against your soaked core. Din’s nostrils flared at how wet you already were, the other hand of his fisting the sheets beside your head just long enough to control himself.

Your hands ran over his back as he ran his nose over your neck. “Din, please. Why won’t you just do it, please?”

A hum vibrated against you as he slid his body down, his hands grasping at your chest and groping with little shame. Kissing down the middle of your breasts he looked up to look at you. Mouth slightly parted and hair already damp with swear as you both ran hot. “Omegas are precious to Mandalorians, and I’m not making your first heat all about me.” His lips found one of your nipples, sucking enough to make it hard and then biting down on it. Your chest just arching into his mouth more before he dragged off.

The saliva between his mouth and your nipple made his cock throb that much harder. “Let me open you up first.” Looking down the string broke as he pushed both your legs wider. “Gonna take a lot more to fit my knot, omega.”

Din could be unpredictable at the best of times, and now was dialed up to eleven. Your legs burned not from the stretch of how far he held them, but from an aching need to either press them together to alleviate the fire inside or from how long he kept you on the edge. You jumped when you felt him press his lips to your mound slowly kissing a path down.

Pleasure clawed at your neck once Din’s lips pressed against your clit. So wet he didn’t even need to do anything to build up, Din sucked and licked at you with more vigour then he did your nipple. As if that was just a warm up. Your hands rose above your head and dug into the pillow as you moaned.

Din however, was not pleased. Pulling away Din hauled himself up your body to grab at one of your hands and sunk it into his hair, and slunk back down to pick up where he left off. The feeling of your nails scratching against his scalp making him groan into your pussy and cock grind into the sheets.

Licking inside you had him realizing just how much he could live there. It didn’t matter that he physically had never done it before, that would require him to trust any kind of physical partner to keep their eyes covered. A trust he only ever found with you. But he had thought and dreamt of you just like this for months. A scene that consumed him at night back on the Razor Crest, your back tucked into his chest he would close his eyes and dream of what this taste could be like.

But his cock throbbed more, and he had to control himself. He wasn’t going to waste this anywhere but deep inside you, not right now. Sitting up more, Din rubbed two fingers against your clit before sliding down inside you. You moaned his name out, and Din groaned at how soaking wet you were that he was met with no resistance.

You think Din was speaking to you in some mix of Basic and Mando’a. Sliding a third finger right inside as well he hissed at how tight you were around him. Not even four would truly prepare you but he couldn’t hold out for so long.

Your orgasm came to you fast, overwhelming your body and heating you up until the flame flashed outward and spread across your every nerve. “Please, fuck, I need you inside, please Din,”

There was no hiding the smirk in dripping in his voice as he kept thrusting his fingers inside of you, his thumb rubbing over your clit making you jump with sparks of pleasure. “I am inside you, cyra’ika.”

Your hands flew up, covering your face in a whine as he chuckled. Pulling one back to rest it beside your head wrapping his fingers with yours. “One more, okay? One more than we’ll fuck.”

Despite the filth, he gently leaned down to kiss you. Barley a peck and a brush of his tongue against yours before kissing your nose and cheek. Faster he thrusted them into you despite somehow keeping a slow pace rubbing your clit. The sounds around you were embarrassing you could hear your wetness just in his fingers.

Was this orgasm sooner then the last or longer? All you could feel was Din’s touch and your hand round the back of his neck under the flames of how overstimulated you felt. Just he had felt you clench around his fingers, Din slipped a fourth in just to push you over the edge.

You cried out only to have his lips and tongue keep it all to himself. Letting go of your hand to pull you up into his chest by your lower back as he fucked you through it until you shook around him. Pulling them out was just as cruel as it was necessary.

He didn’t bother to even try and keep you or himself clean, his soaked hand reaching behind your head and gripping your hair just enough to pull you up into his kiss as he sat back. On his knees with you in his lap his cock leaked precum and his own body running far too hot. He needed it, but he also needed you to be okay with it.

Keeping you on his lap your hands roamed the other as he barley let you go. Trying to pull back you weakly called his name, “Can I feel you? Please?” He nodded against you, unsure if his silence was purposeful or not. His large hand took yours and placed it on his chest.

Dragging down until you felt the coarse hair surrounding the base of his cock. You gently tip toed your fingers along the length that already was slick with his own precum but it felt like it kept going. He was long, longer than you you would have thought and your chest started to heave as your breathing and heart raced.

Trying to wrap your hand around it just mocked you, was your hand that small or his cock that thick? It felt warm in your hand, warmer so as his large hand covered yours. Tightening your grip and his own hand covering what you couldn’t reach. “Fuck, Din. Will it-”

“It’ll fit.”

Your body shivered, as your head dropped into his shoulder. He guided your hand up and down, feeling like your hand was just stretched out and it went on forever. Another aspect you didn’t know if it was an alpha trait, or if Din was just designed to drive you out of your mind.

If it were possible for his cock to get harder you think it did so right under your touch. His hand suddenly grasping the back of your neck like before in the ship. Pulling you to so he could see your face and kept his hold there. “Have you done this before, cyra’ika?”

You didn’t know what answer he expected, or if this response was the possessiveness of an alpha but as you shyly nodded your head yes Din practically growled. Pulled your hand off him and turning you in his arms. Pressing your back against his chest. “I- alpha I’m sorry,”

His teeth gritted and breathing heavily through his nostrils as he looked over your shoulder down the length of your body. His mouth next to your ear his voice was rasping and harsh shushing your apology away, “It’s alright, omega. Just means I need to fuck them out of your head for good.”

Moving you around you felt his cock slip between your thighs. Dragging it along your soaked entrance you clung your nails into the arm wrapped about your stomach. “Make me yours. Please,”

Were he not in a rut, Din perhaps would have been more gentle, but in one go he thrusted his cock deep inside of you. Dragged along the sensitive spots inside of you, you leaned back into him with a crying moan. He once again gently shushed you in your ear, keeping you calm if just to not cum inside you right away. His knot would be locked into you for a while and he was not doing that until he’s properly fucked you.

“Fuck, don’t-don’t clench around me like that, sweet girl. You feel so fucking good, give me a minute, okay?” What would you even say otherwise you were at his mercy. Your senses felt like they were underwater and the only thing keeping you alive was Din’s touch.

You didn’t even try not to clench around him, there was no such focus left within you. Your cunt full and stretched so wide around him it made you want to cry. Behind the blindfold it was entirely possible you already were. All you could do was wait for him, let Din pant into your neck and bruise your skin with how tight his grip was.

Muffled against you, Din all but growled. “You’re fucking killing me, sweet girl. Gonna fuck you dumb, bounce this tight cunt on my cock, fill you up until it takes,” You gasped out as he bit down on your neck the same instance he thrusted properly into you.

Barley letting himself get halfway out before you cried out his name like leaving anymore would end you. Your other hand reached the back of his neck as he fucked you. His cock dragging along your walls with little to no room.

His cock so thick it was made to only fill you. The arms round your waist moved to roughly grab one of your breasts, the sensitivity sparking you like electricity as his cock never gave you a second to catch your breathe. Each time he pulled out you gasped for air and it all left once more the second he pushed back in.

Rough, not quick but far faster then he intended for your first heat but you pleaded Din’s name like a prayer and it just made him pound you harder. The slickness between your legs was far more obscene then when it only surrounded his fingers. Each hard thrust had you just soak him even more as his own precum made the mess worse.

You couldn’t see, but Din could. That each time he pulled his cock out he was wet and already stained white and he hadn’t even cum yet. Each time he pushed back in you whined higher and higher and he could feel your entire body straining and tense.

Two hand suddenly took hold of your hips, and just as Din would pull out, he lifted you up, and slammed you down onto his cock as he trusted up. The slap of your thighs against his as well as the soaking wet sound as he fucks into you? No one knows which one of you lost your minds more to such a melody of sounds.

You felt your tits bouncing as Din himself bounced you up and down his thick cock. Your hands both clawing at the other as he left burns from his facial hair along your neck and jaw never settling a place to bite and kiss. “Feel that, mesh’la? How you were made just for me?”

You whined and nodded but he kept going. “My sweet, perfect, tight little omega. Exists just for me to fuck, don’t you? You’d be lost without your alpha here to fill you over and over again.” Your skin slapping together had Din gritting his teeth, once again looking down to watch your tits bounce and his cock slip inside you like nothing.

One of his hands suddenly slapped down against your clit. Jumping in his arms with a cry, he did it again. Each slap he pressed hard into your clit for a moment before repeating the process just one more time and keeping his hand there.

While you had your words stolen from you, Din had nothing but endless things to spit out. You could get him to admit anything with you on his cock if only you knew you held such a power over him. “I feel you, sweet girl. Want to come on my cock this time? Like my good, little omega?”

Nodding furiously you felt the tears push past your blindfold this time and the pleasure mounting inside of you. You were so close, but maybe you never even truly left. The coil inside of you burned white hot and the second you felt Din’s hand move from your clit to your throat it snapped.

Your entire body filling with pleasure and everywhere his hand touch burned so good. You clenched so much around him Din had to pound harder just to fill you to the brim each time. Your limbs felt like they tingled and your lungs tightened to nothing as you came around him still.

But there was something you wanted more then what he already gave you, “Din, cum in me. Please, please, cum in me. I’ll be good, alpha, I promise.”

Maker you wanted this man dead. The hand on your throat tightened as he tilted up and pressed his lips against you. No longer bouncing you on his cock, Din just pounded up into you with no rhythm or mean except rough and fast.

Your kiss was messy, saliva and tongue all mixing together as if needing as much of him inside you as possible. Memories of how often he had stood in the shower, palm against the tile and hand on his cock stroking rough and fast just like this thinking it was your mouth.

Only now that he had you, painting your throat with his cum was a dream to Din, but a waste to the alpha inside. Instead his tongue brushing inside your mouth had to do, and far too many times in this very room, also inside your pussy he couldn’t get enough taste of.

You moaned in short stutters into his mouth as Din’s orgasm snuck up and slammed him in the face out of nowhere. The burn inside you radiated as he stretched you further, his knot growing to keep himself tucked as deep as he could inside of you and just as a wave of pleasure swarmed you from it?

Din finally tipped over that edge. A hand slamming into your lower pelvis and pushing you back into his hips more as he came inside you. His cum warm and thick as it filled you, making you spark more like a zap. Barley given a chance to come down before he locked inside of you.

You leaned back into him and Din hid his face in your neck moaning loud both your name and babbles of Mando’a. Whatever you expected it wasn’t this but your omega was on cloud nine. His cum never ending it felt, like it spilled in you until you had nothing left but him.

You don’t know at what point he stopped, but your head was in the sky the more your thighs and cunt burned from the stretch. Din never let go of you or loosened his grip the entire time and you may have cried if he tried otherwise.

It was a while later your position was similar but far more intimate. Now tucked into the sheets, you lay back against Din. Your hand gently following his wrist as he fed you. Grumbling when you tried to convince him to eat more then a quarter of what was there.

His hands roamed you much more gentle. The bruises and marks on you stood out from how rough he was but it was far too noisy in his possessive mind to feel bad quite yet. The sweat coating both your bodies now cooling you just right before it inevitably burned bright once more.

“Din?” He hummed into your hair as answer. “What...what about after this? I mean is this just, only for your ruts?”

Large hands gripped yours. Unable to see the narrow bowed fallen expression that filled him with a hurt. He considered many options, but truly he was a man that didn’t beat around the bush. “I’ve wanted you just like this long before I even thought about my rut or your heats.”

Your chest filled with hope that felt almost childish considering how covered you were in his cum by that point. “So this- you want this more then just for ruts?” Din not that you could see, smiled at you.

Tipping your chin back slightly he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I told you, cyra’ika. Mandalorians treasure their omegas for life. Especially ones like you.”

You both had much more to discuss, but it wouldn’t happen for another two days. Where to go, how to get there, what any plan was until you both agreed seeking the covert was the smartest move. Din knew things that to come out in the open at some point and no matter what the road to atonement ahead looked like it started with his people.

Din knew he had you, but what was too painful to talk about was how much he wished Grogu could be apart of this as well. But for now, there was plenty to get used to with each other in a whole new light.

The man couldn’t help but think that it spoke rather negatively of the palace’s former rulers, with what some of these people thought they could get away with. Boba Fett could admit he knew far less regarding the details of Bib Fortuna’s reign but from appearance it functioned much like the previous but without the influence or hold of substantial power.

The Elomin before him seemed to think they would be able to sway him first through bargaining only to resort to threats of violence when he had nothing of substance to offer in return of trade. Asking for protection and in return he would provide Fett with the promise of riches. “We offer a fair trade, and you turn your back on our history?”

There was little in the way of people around, making the modulator on his helmet sound like his voice echoed across the walls. His body turned halfway up the stairs to face the now irate looking visitor. “We don’t have a history. Whatever arrangement you had with Fortuna, ended with him.”

If it were possible for the creature’s red scale like skin to get even more red from fury, it would have. “I made a deal with Jabba, not him. But at least he had the honour to uphold that deal unlike you.”

Turning away, Boba Fett contemplated either just killing the man himself to spare from this complete waste of his time or have him thrown into the sand by force just for the humiliation. He had enough on his plate with the growing escalation with the Pykes. Petty greivences were on the bottom of his priorities.

“If I were anything like my predecessors, you would have been in the stomach of a rancor already for this disrespect.” The lack of reaction he was giving, likely only added fuel to the Elomin’s anger but he wasn’t one to fold. “If you want to be treated with the same respect, earn it. Otherwise you stay at the bottom like all the others who’ve tried me.”

For an empty space, there was a distinct lack of noise being made in the approach. Footsteps quiet and careful as they navigated to the source of the voice being sought out. The only ones passed paying them no mind, to them nothing stuck out about the individual. They typically never did to betas.

The Elomin had almost made it out of the room, a few paces up the stairs before he turned on the spot to look at the armoured back of the man. “Maybe this little war of yours will teach you what happens when you turn your back on your allies, Fett. Or I could just do it for them.”

Despite the hand on his blaster, Boba Fett seemed to move a second too slowly. A blaster shot fired out along with a staggered groan that muted into nothing. His body turning in an instant, weapon drawn, he saw the shocked bulging eyes of the Elomin.

His own blaster in his hand dropping as the life drained and a burning hole in his chest that quickly put the flame out inside them. Clearly intending to shoot him as if to prove some point. Slumping over onto the stairs and part of the wall, Fett could see Fennec come in from a hallway her own weapon drawn.

Lowering his blaster slightly, the Elomin suddenly pushed forward and flopped down onto the bottom of the ground. Following up from his body was a boot knocking it out of their path as they descended down the bottom few steps.

You had little on you but an over the shoulder bag and a blaster in your dominant hand. All three of you putting your weapons away, it was always hard to tell what Fett was thinking. Though judging by the knowing yet proud smirk slinking onto Fennec’s face you not only did them a favour.

But whatever the opposite of violent and unwelcome is, your presence was far beyond that for both.

[rexxdjarin]

Dropping something that's been stuck in my brain:

"she looks cute like this, doesn't she?"

"she looks cuter when you squeeze her neck and get her to beg"

I don't trust any other writer than you to handle this kink properly and with dignity. FEEL FREE TO IGNORE or gobble up this idea. Love ya!

hehehehehhe ok so I’ve been in my pedro & tem feels lately so 👀

18+ MINORS DNI

tw: threeway, bdsm/bondage themes, dominance play discussed and brat taming referenced

How in the name of every star system in the galaxy did you find yourself in this position?

Your boyfriend sitting five feet from you, hard as he’s been in ages and sitting impatiently on his throne.

His closest…I guess he would consider him his friend, standing in front of you just as hard as Boba and moving around you to admire his handiwork.

And you, bound up with intricate and delicate knots secured by a master bounty hunter and presented before the Daimyo for a thoroughly satisfying and well planned night of reward for all three of you.

Your hands were bound together over the side of a soft cushioned chair of sorts, completely immovable other than to hold yourself up by your elbows when you needed to. Your ankles were bound, but with enough rope to keep your thighs apart the way they needed to get a look at you from any angle they wanted.

The lingerie you wore looped and knotted into your bindings on both your hands and ankles and you were sure it wouldn’t stay on long with how Boba’s dark seductive gaze was eyeing you. His Mandalorian friend’s leather glove smoothed over the arch of your back and admired the way you trembled in excited anticipation.

“She looks cute like this, doesn’t she?” His baritone voice rasped from through his large silver helmet’s modulator. Though he looked intimidating, you knew from experience he was much more tender, gentle and encouraging than your partner was. Whether that was out of respect for Boba or just his actual preference you didn’t know. But you knew Din was always the softer of your two partners in these situations.

Before anyone else spoke, Boba’s weighted boots hitting the floor echoed against the cavernous sand stone of the throne room. Din’s hand gently caressing the dip of the small of your back retreated as Boba stepped up in front of you. His own gloved hands pinched your chin to tip your face up to him, the bat of your lashes over your seemingly innocent gaze making Boba do that soft, devilish smirk of amusement you’d come to adore so much.

“Mmm she does.” He reached down, testing the strength of the knots on your wrists and nodding his approval of them. “She looks even cuter when you squeeze her neck and get her to beg for you.” Boba rasped, his gloved hands sliding slowly up your arms, over your shoulders and around your neck gently to apply the slightest hint of pressure.

You could feel your pulse racing, thumping harder and harder under his fingertips as his hungry, seductive stare never broke yours. Your full chest rose and fell, your breasts aching to be touched and freed from the cloth they hid behind to find the warmth of his calloused palms.

“That so?” Din’s vocoder rang out, almost ominously, as his hand on your back returned to start unlacing the ties on your lingerie to free you like he knew you wanted.

“Show him, Princess…how pretty you are when you’re begging for it.” Boba chuckled, the subtle pressure of his fingertips on your pulse releasing as he stepped back to watch you and let Din take his place.

Din’s hand smoothed up your back to curl his leather glove covered fingertips around your neck. His touch was more practiced than you’d expected and Boba’s brow arched as he urged you to go with it. You could practically hear his voice in your head. Princess, you know Din is as dangerous as I am.

Which of course was why you liked both of them. They were powerful, dominant and commanding and yet they weren’t threatened by you at all. They were the only men who had ever treated you as equal to them and the only men you ever felt safe being this vulnerable with. You’d all talked about boundaries and safe words and Din didn’t even mind at all that you’d always turned back to Boba for the love and comfort of aftercare immediately following every session you’d ever done.

But before now, Din had never tried being in charge and you were surprised Boba was even allowing this since he was usually possessive of you when it came down to it. Today he seemed like he was being especially generous and intrigued by the opportunity to show off the bratty side of you and didn’t seem to hate the idea of calling the shots either.

Din’s deep baritone muttered in your ear, “cmon, sweet girl. I want to hear that pretty voice beg for my cock.” You swallowed thickly, the dirty words igniting fire in your lower belly exactly the way it did for Boba. His grip on your pulse point tightened just enough to make your heart jump in your chest to catch up. Blood was roaring in your ears as you felt Boba’s hands sliding along the ropes lining the insides of your thighs.

You whimpered quietly, Din’s careful grip on your throat preventing any actual words from forming. His other hand shifted to your shoulder to snap the strap of your lingerie clean off you. His hand curled around the plush of your breast and pulled at the hardness of your nipple to make you squirm for more of his touch.

“Princess…you’ll get nothing if you don’t speak up.” Boba urged, his thumb hooking into your panties to slide them out of the way. His heated breath into your cunt made you audibly groan and Din chuckled in your ear.

“Maybe she just wants to listen to you.” Din pulled at the other strap, releasing the front of you completely to the cold air of the room.

“Maybe she’s used to a firmer hand, Mando.” Boba quipped almost in annoyance, never one to deny himself a chance to prove he’s the best in the room. “Isn’t that right, little brat?”

You giggled, opening your mouth to answer only to find that Boba’s tongue had licked a long stripe through your slit. You let out a high pitched moan, quieting as he pulled away quickly. “I’ll do whatever you…ask. Just please touch me. Please.”

Din’s helmet erupted with a pleased laugh, “there she is. You’re right, Fett. She’s very pretty begging..”

“Now since she offered so nicely, she’ll finally get her reward.” Boba’s voice almost threatened, his hands pulling your thighs apart to make room for him. The two men loosened the knots enough to prop you up on your hands and knees before them. And that’s how you spent the rest of the night between the two of them. Listening to both of their orders and learning that as long as you obey whoever’s in charge, you’ll all have some of the reward you needed.

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Star Wars | The Mandalorian | Din Djarin Masterlist

Just Mando Things

Reader One Shot: Expert in Distraction (18+)

Reader One Shot: The Nightmare

Reader One Shot: We Have Time (18+)

Part 2?? TBD

Reader One Shot: Trustfall

Reader One Shot: Best Medicine (18+)

Reader One Shot: Screaming Color

Reader Quick Series: Strong Girl Part One Part Two

WIP: Reckless Bo POV (Din/biker!reader)

WIP: Frozen (Din/reader)

WIP: The Touch Barrier (Din/reader)

Vizsla Era:

Reader One-Shot: Just Be Gentle

Reader One-Shot: Sneak Peek: Just Be Gentle pt 2

SW Rebels Era:

Caf and Quiet Time | Kanera (ARCHIVE)

Common Room | Kanera (ARCHIVE)

Mando Lullaby (Sabine-centric) (ARCHIVE)

POCD | Kanera (ARCHIVE)

Sickie (Ezra-centric) (ARCHIVE)

Trust | Kanera (ARCHIVE)

Boba Fett | Book of...:

Short Series WIP (spy!reader??)

One shot: Solar Storm

One shot: Meeting the Boss

When the writing goblins tell me to release my beloved space cowboy fic ideas to the world, I do not refuse... so here is a masterlist of my current fics, and more ideas to come! (This will be linked to my pinned Masterlist for anyone interested in my other works.) Asks are always welcome, if there's something you'd like to see!

P.S. You lovely internet strangers have encouraged me SO much since I began posting my Mando writing just a short while ago... I am blown away by the love these fics have received on Tumblr and AO3!! Who said you could give me all these happy feelings by your kind words?? I'm happy you're here, and hope y'all stay a while and enjoy the ride with me~ Ret'urcye mhi, my loves

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 28: Cuckolding (Din Djarin & Boba Fett)

copaani gaan?

Kinktober 2023 - Day 28: Cuckolding

Din Djarin x f!reader x Boba Fett

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Din catches you blushing after Boba Fett flirts with you. He instigates and encourages you to fuck Fett while he watches.

Warnings: cuckolding, d/s undertones, dom!Din if you squint, degradation, mild objectification and humiliation, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, masturbation, voyeurism, less mando'a than usual but still some mando'a, din and boba both speak mando'a, vaguely tbobf related but hardly compliant, reader is Din's pilot, rip razor crest

Prompts from this list by @absurdthirst.

also on ao3

You’re at the bar nursing a Fuzzy Tauntaun when you see him—the man who must be Boba Fett. You’ve heard of him, of course. Everyone in the Outer Rim has. But to see him is an entirely different story. The legends haven’t exaggerated his force of presence. A gravitational pull draws everyone’s eyes to him, full of fear and desire.

You’re certainly not immune.

But this thing, whatever it is, with Din is new, and you like it. You do. So you feel a little bad when Fett winks at you, and your heart flutters. You flush as he approaches, leaning against the bar.

“Long day of travel?” he asks, dipping his head toward your drink.

You’re wary. He seems to be flirting, but bounty hunters do as they must to catch a quarry. You take a sip, let him wait for a moment. “What makes you think I’m traveling?”

“Oh, I think I’d remember seeing you around my city, little one,” he says, stepping closer.

You wait for the muzzle of his blaster or the cold clasp of his cuffs, but he doesn’t touch you at all. He splays a hand across the bar and quirks his lips when your eyes follow the motion.

“Mind if I try?” he asks, though he’s already helping himself to your drink.

My city, you run his words around. Oh, stars. He’s taken over the Hutt dynasty, hasn’t he?

He pulls a face when he sets your drink back down. “Can’t say I care much for that.”

“It’s the foam. Puts a lot of people off.” You haven’t a clue what’s in it, but it makes your lips and tongue tingle.

“I imagine it might feel nicer if it was less intense.”

You can’t argue with that, but he pushes on before you have to worry about a response.

“Why don’t you take a drink and show me how it feels second-hand?”

It’s smooth. It’s really fucking smooth, and it goes right to your cunt. You kind of can’t believe he’s being so bold, but also, you panic.

“I—um, I’m not—”

He takes mercy on you and chuckles, stepping back just enough to give you an out. “I understand.”

You keep opening and closing your mouth, trying not to ask him to stay so you can find out if he has the cock to back up the confidence. You’re “saved” in the worst way.

“Cyar’ika, I see you’ve met my vod,” Din says from behind you, setting a hand on your shoulder.

You startle and look at him. He’s looking at Fett, who raises a brow.

“I didn’t know you knew Boba Fett,” you hiss.

He gently takes your chin and turns your face back to Fett. “Don’t let me interrupt. You looked like you had something to say?”

“Ah, no, nothing.” You shrink into him, back pressed to his chest.

“She’s not usually shy,” Din tells Fett. “She must have liked whatever you offered.”

You’re mortified. You want to run away, but your boots seem to have been welded to the cantina floor, and Din’s arm has wrapped around your chest anyway. His grip is tight like he knew you were a flight risk.

“Is that so?” Fett says, reaching out to brush a thumb over your lips.

You gasp. Din laughs under his breath, a soft, dangerous thing. A sound that usually means he’s going to tease you until you beg for him.

“Am I right, cyar’ika? Do you want him to kiss you?”

You try to turn to look at him, sputtering protests, but he holds you firmly in place.

“I need an answer, sweetheart.” Fett’s hand is a balm when he cups your burning cheek.

“Go ahead, cyar’ika,” Din murmurs. “You can have this, if you want it.”

You nod.

It’s all the permission Fett needs to lean forward and sear himself to you. It’s not a fight for dominance like you expected. His kiss is deep and strong, but he meets you where you are and doesn’t push. He pulls away sooner than you’d have liked.

Fett doesn’t miss the way you just barely move to chase his lips. He grins.

“You want more?” Din asks.

You should be afraid, you think, trapped as you are, a womp rat between two loth-cats, being batted back and forth for the thrill of it.

Fett kisses you again before you can protest. This time, he licks inside your mouth and pulls a moan from you that turns into a quiet whine when he pulls abruptly away.

“Talk it over before you arrive,” he tells Din, gives you a nod, and strides out of the cantina.

Din doesn’t release you yet, wise to the way your shoulders have stiffened. “Oh, sweetheart,” he croons. “Are you mad you might get what you want?”

“Did you plan this?” you snap.

“No,” he loosens his grip so you can turn to face him. “But when I saw the look on your face, I couldn’t resist.”

You’re abruptly aware of the crowd around you, the drone of the patrons and the bass of the band, the way the desert sucks up the sweat and hot breaths but leaves the heat between the bodies.

“Let’s go back,” Din says.

You’re grateful for the out, grateful for the second man that night to pick up on cues you didn’t know you were giving and help you give voice to them.

Though you and Din speak on your ship, it seems to be forgotten when you leave for Fett’s palace. You had come to Tatooine for a reason, as you’re reminded when you enter the war room.

Fett says nothing, doesn’t look at you, gives no indication he knows you’re in the room. Actually, why are you in the room? There’s no use for you in this meeting, no role for you to play. Din’s here as muscle. It’s not something you can contribute to.

You’re just the pilot. Whatever the Mandalorian has gotten involved with here is bigger than a bounty. When Din is engaged in the strategic discussions, you slip out the door and back into the main chamber.

You’re not alone for long. Fett seats himself at the booth you had tucked away into. He stays across the table from you in an intentional maneuver, and you’re grateful for both the barrier and the escape route.

“Shouldn’t you be in there?” you ask.

“I would, if I could have gotten a word in. Shand and Djarin can handle it. Shouldn’t you be in there?”

“No? I don’t have to follow him around like a youngling.”

“I didn’t think that you did. I just thought you might like to know what he’s volunteered you for.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not a fighter.”

“No, but he says you’re a skilled pilot, and that those talents translate to speeders. I could use someone standing by for evac.”

“Oh.” You’ve only driven a speeder with him once. Countless times before that, sure, but never around the Mandalorian. His confidence in you is like a hot cup of caf at dawn. “Yeah, I can do that.”

He grins. “You have my gratitude. I know this is not your fight.”

“I just go where I’m needed.”

“What about what you need?” His face has drawn serious, his smile twisting into careful consideration, his voice raspy and thick.

Your cheeks burn. “I get what I need.”

You startle for the second time in one day when Mando sets a hand on your shoulder. He’s so damn quiet. You shoot Fett a glare when you see the glint in his eye.

“Getting started without me?” Din says. His gloved hand slides to hold the nape of your neck, giving a soft squeeze. “If that’s still what you want, cyar’ika?”

You look up at him and nod, all your nerves backing up at the base of your throat. He doesn’t take pity on you, tipping his head toward Fett.

You swallow around your fear and look at the older man. “Would you—I mean, I don’t wish to presume, but—”

Fett does take pity on you. He reaches across the table and covers one of your hands with his broad, scarred palm, fingers curling around to hold you. “I would be honored to share in whatever you’re willing to give.”

You feel dizzy, with both of their hands on you, even chastely. You swallow again and nod.

He stands but doesn’t release you. “Come,” he beckons. Mando moves to let you up and follows you with a hand at the dip of your spine.

When the three of you are safely in his bedroom, he turns to face you and gives your hand another gentle squeeze. “You can change your mind at any time, alor’ika.”

Din puts his hands on your waist. “I think she wants another kiss, vod.”

Fett obliges, capturing your face in one hand while the other cups the back of your neck. You moan, leaning in, and he deepens the kiss.

“Good girl, just relax,” Din murmurs. His hands find the hem of your blouse, and you obediently break the kiss to allow him to remove it entirely.

Fett drags his lips down your jaw to your neck, sucking and biting as you tremble.

Din fondles your bare breasts with his rough gloves, and you whimper. Fett leans down and takes a nipple in his mouth while Din offers you up for him to devour. You think you might be losing your mind.

“Fuck,” you whisper, back arching when he gently tugs with his teeth. “Oh, fuck.”

“Taste her,” Din tells him.

Fett releases your breast with a soft pop and stands up to his full height. “Would you like that, alor’ika?”

You moan, reaching for both of them at once, fisting a hand in Fett’s sleeve and wrapping your arm back around Din’s neck. “Please,” you whine.

Din peels your hand off and pushes you toward Fett, who pulls you in tandem toward the bed. You climb up eagerly, and he pulls you to the edge and sinks to his knees. You reach your arms to Din, hoping he’ll join you on the bed, but he shakes his head.

“No. I’d like to watch.” The modulator crackles, adding an edge to his desires.

“She liked that,” Fett tells him, spreading your lips and smirking when you gasp.

“Did she?” Din muses, a little breathless, as he leans against the bedpost to get a better view. “What a filthy girl.”

Fett kisses your clit, and you jerk back at the sudden burst of heat, but he drags your hips back down where he wants them. He uses both thumbs to part you like a plump orange, and licks into your cunt.

He takes you apart far faster than you’d like, the combination of his firm hands and hot tongue drawing your orgasm rapidly. But he doesn’t leave you a moment to feel disappointed, as he sucks hard on your clit and dips two fingers all the way in.

He sets a torturously slow pace, working in a third finger and stroking you relentlessly until he pulls another climax from you.

“She’s ready,” Din says.

“I’m not finished,” Fett says, curling his fingers and picking up speed. He has to use his other arm to hold you down as you writhe.

You grasp onto Din’s hand, desperate to hold something real as Fett pries another orgasm from you, scraping his teeth on your raw clit. You scream, and Din squeezes your hand.

“I’ve got you,” he says, crouching down next to the bed near your face and brushing sweat from your forehead. He sets his other hand on your sternum, the solid weight a warm embrace.

You cry out as Fett withdraws his fingers and strokes them over your clit.

“So pretty,” he croons.

“That’s enough,” Din says, sharp and commanding.

Fett leans back on his haunches and regards you.

You worry Din’s gone too far. This is Boba Fett he’s talking to. You’re not sure he’s used to being told what to do.

But Fett surprises you again. “Are you okay, alor’ika?” he asks as he stands, leaning over to get a better look at your expression. His voice is coarse but soft. Genuine.

You nod, still trying to catch your breath. You wipe your hands over your face and look between Fett and Din. “I’m okay, I’m good,” you say.

They exchange a look, and you think you may have underestimated how well they know each other because Fett clearly understands what Din’s posture and body language are saying. You don’t even know half the time, and you’ve been flying him around for half a cycle.

“Please,” you say, worried they’re going to stop.

They look back at you at the same time, which is a little eerie, but they must see something in your pleading eyes and parted lips that they find acceptable, because Fett climbs up between your legs, letting you wind them around him as he presses his still clothed cock against your bare cunt.

“How do you want it?” he asks between kisses that are more teeth than tongue.

You look at Din, unable to find the words you need as your hips rock against Fett.

“She wants it however you want it,” Din says confidently, not needing to see the way you nod in agreement, “But—” He pauses to shake his head as you whine. “I want a nice view.”

Fett moves, and Din offers his hand to you, pulling you to sit while Boba seats himself behind you.

“Come here,” Fett rasps, grabbing for your hips and pulling you back to him. He moves you like a puppet, and you go where he desires. Once you’re perched on his lap, your back against his chest, he helps lift you up to notch his cock at your entrance before pulling you down on him, agonizingly slow.

The two of you, as one, are toward the back of the bed, and Din kneels in front of you, palming himself through the flightsuit as he watches Fett’s cock make itself at home in your cunt. He’s not quite as thick as Din, but about half an inch longer and takes his time while you squirm and attempt to grind down faster.

Fett swats at your thigh, drawing a yelp of surprise. “Patience, little one,” he says, and laughs when you double down on your efforts.

Din tips your chin up with his fingers. “Be good, cyar’ika,” he warns.

You shudder and nod, but try to catch his fingers in your mouth.

He pulls them away and shakes his head. “I’m just watching this time. Don’t get greedy.”

You try to ask what he means by ‘this time,’ but Fett sees the opportunity to thrust up hard, punching the breath from your open mouth before you moan your appreciation.

“She’s spoiled,” Fett tells Din.

“I know; I can’t help it. She’s so pretty when she cums.”

You can’t believe they’re still talking about you like you’re some kind of toy, negotiating how you can be played with, and comparing notes. You can't believe how wet it makes you.

“You hear that, alor’ika? He thinks you’re pretty when you fall apart for us, too.” He’s fucking hard and fast into you now and reaches his hand down to your abused clit. He grants mercy this time and touches you gently, barely-there flutters and soft, steady pressure.

Din, missing a glove now, pulls his cock out. He reaches down to where Fett has you split around him and coats his hand in your slick, stroking it over himself and fucking into his fist.

They must be doing the weird communication thing again over your shoulder because Din nods and matches Boba’s pace with his hand.

You’re close, so close, and your mouth hangs open as you stare at Din. You want him. You want them both. You whine and stick your tongue out, hoping he’ll get the message, but when he looks at you, he just laughs.

“I told you no, sweetheart,” he says. “How’s he feel?”

“Fuck, good, so good.”

“Yeah? You going to cum on his cock for me?”

“Please.”

Din looks at Boba again. “What do you think, Fett? Can she take it?”

“She’s going to have to,” Fett says. His fingers on your clit rub just a little harder, just a little faster, and your thighs are shaking. “Go on, then,” he murmurs in your ear.

You cry out as he pushes his thumb down and grinds it against you, feeling you clamp down around his cock. You arch your back against him, but he puts a hand on your shoulder blade and bends you forward, the other hand tight on your hip to keep himself buried.

You’re sort of aware, as you twitch and clench around him, that he begins to cum, but you’re distracted from the feeling when Din shoves his cock into your mouth. He thrusts once, twice, and then comes. It’s messy. You’re unable to focus on swallowing with all the other stimuli, and it pushes you over the edge again.

He eases you off his softening cock, and Fett pulls you back by the shoulder. He leans you both back, turning onto his side so you find yourself cradled in his strong, warm arms. Din sits on the edge of the bed and brushes his fingers through your hair as you tremble.

As you come back to yourself, Fett draws away a little. Shifts his hand to rest on your arm, puts a little space between your bodies. You’re falling asleep, but you miss the way he was curled around you.

He leans down and presses a kiss to your hair. “Thank you, alor’ika.”

Something silent passes between Din and Fett. Another conversation you’re left out of, but you’re too tired to care, especially when it results in Fett settling back onto the bed next to you and Din finding room on your other side.

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Din Djarin x Reader

This is from an idea I've been cultivating, it's very angsty because I just watched GOTG vol 3.

Essentially it's a TLOU au, where you're Ellie and he hands you over to save people

In an instant the explosion cast a blinding light. The Mandalorian was thrown to his left as if the Beskar was tin, as if he was a toy being discarded. Sometimes he felt like one, just a plaything in the Maker's game. He grunted landing upon the floor, barely able to move with the pain spasming through his body. It was like tiny ecto eels were slithering and making a home under his skin, electrocuting him with every hitched breath and any twitching muscle.

He had to get to you. 

That was the plan. The only plan that mattered. The only thing that mattered. 

The only reason he was crumbled underneath debris debating parting with you in the first place. 

.

"The whole reason I'm here, the whole reason we met - I have to do this." You spoke, rolling your eyes, "They need my blood, it's nothing. Say they want a gallon, surely that's not going to kill me." 

Din halted his movements, hand resting upon his hip. "You know that wasn't what I meant." He waited for you to follow suit and you did, turning to face him just as the sun emerged from behind a cloud, your dress and hair swishing in an elegant display. It was a miracle he stuttered out, "I just want you to be sure." 

You lifted your lips, delicately biting your cheek. "Thank you. But they did genetically engineer me for this and they did lose me so it feels right to atleast give them blood." 

.

He'd told you he'd be here. He vowed to be in the room he let you go in. You'd left easily enough, thanking and giving him the first hug you two had shared. It could be the last. The growl that ruptured his throat and the brash way he threw his body to crawl out of the wreckage were not human, they weren't even animalistic but some other almost godlike - righteous even - in their anger. 

The way the doctor scoffed at him when he relayed that you wouldn't be making it out, and that he had mentioned at the beginning you were nothing more than a conscious slab of meat, you were a scientific experiment that they weren't able to replicate - samples would be taken as well as your brain and heart - he should have just taken the credits and left you in their custody. The way the doctor acted as though Din's anger was stupid. As though the Mandalorian had not spent months of his life helping and learning from and laughing with and worrying about you. He had picked you up as instructed and he was amazed that you weren't in fact a slab of meat, you were dazzling. The way your eyes lit up at the stars when he first showed you hyperspace - I've never seen anything more beautiful - or the way you eagerly waited to be useful when he tinkered with the Crest; even the way you stayed grateful when he offered you the lesser shitty ration pack. 

Yes, of course he had taken the long way to deliver you. Of course, he was glad the Crest was old and needed more fuel and maintenance trips than a newer ship. And of course he had fallen for you. There wasn't a timeline nor an alternate reality where he could see himself not falling for you. 

It was true he was tired of being alone but that's all he'd really known and he was content with that, but the second you met he knew. You were debating going with him, unafraid to let him know and even asked his opinion - I don't usually get asked by a bounty if they think it's a good idea if they come with me. - Your response was simple but strong 'but I am asking'. It's simple, your blood saves people, it's a good thing. Of course he hadn't known the experimentation and pain you'd been through, even out of the Empire's hands and with the Rebels. Each side treated you badly in their own way.

His body had started to numb, his head was ringing and eyes were blurry. There were a great many things his anger could do but get out of this situation seemed impossible. There were too many Troopers, too much dust infiltrating his air filter, too much fire illumining his armour. He had taken down a third of the west wing when they bombed the place, you were, hopefully safe, in the east wing. Maybe the explosion would stop the surgery. Maybe you were.

With a sigh he allowed his helmet to thump on the floor. Blood was filling his lungs now. He'd always wanted this, a warrior's death, but now it felt pointless and unfinished. His eyelids were too heavy, his throat too full of smoke too yell, even his trigger finger abandoned the blaster. It was time. He would close his eyes and pray you were alright.

"Why are you lying down?" He could've sworn it was - but it couldn't be. Surely, it couldn't be? Din tried to open his eyes but they were too heavy, ton weights on his broken body. "I didn't think this would be the behaviour of a mighty Mandalorian." It was. That was your voice. You had started gently but ended up chuckling. 

He tried to speak your name but an indistinguishable croak tumbled out. You let out a soft oh and he could feel your hand on his bicep. He knew you were with him, you were sitting next to him, right there for kriffs sake! With all the strength left in his body, he gasped, sitting up and opening his eyes. 

Your eyes were the first thing he noticed, they always were, so expressive and open. Then, as if it was an afterthought, the absence of pain and the setting. You were nowhere - and sort of in the Crest? If it was the Crest it was white, illuminescent and soft, free of sharp edges. 

He also felt soft, he chanced a glance and yes - he was armourless. That's why your eyes were brighter, that's why all the light was blinding. 

"Wh-where's my Beskar?" His voice was free of soot and a modulator. 

You made a puzzled look, your brows and lips pulling, "you're wearing it." 

"No. I'm not." It sounded like a question.

"For me you are." You lifted a hand to his cheek but just before it landed your hand moulded around something that wasn't there. His shoulders slumped and embarrassment flooded through him for leaning into the embrace. "It's still cold, even here." 

That was an odd thing to say. "Where are we?" 

"I don't know." The truth and fear in you scared him. "Either your head or mine I assume." There was a dark chuckle. 

"I don't understand." He spoke plainly. 

"I don't think we're meant to." You took your hand back and rose, the floor length dress swayed with you, ruffles dusting the clean floor. It was almost a replica of the first dress he'd seen you in. The Rebels called you a Priestess and paraded you about sick countries promoting their cause but exposing you to the horrors of the galaxy without letting you truly enjoy it. Your hair had fallen loose like it often did, he loved your hair, it was so soft looking and it smelled devine. It - you - you! He had to save you!

"I'm saving you." He promised, standing. It was different to be exposed like this in front of you, he felt lesser. Like he wasn't worthy.

"I know." You replied, taking a step back when he took one forward.

"We'll, go to the Crest. We'll go home."

"I know what they're doing." He stopped moving. "I knew what they would do to me." You clarified, folding your hands in front of you. "What they are doing."

His eyes were watering. "I won't let them." He couldn't remember the last time they watered, maybe it was after a beating when he was a cocky youngling, maybe it was before when his parents died.

You didn't have the strength to look at him when you spoke, instead looking off to the right and barely mumbling. "I think it's too late."

"Where are we?" He repeated, angry now. 

"Either in your head or mine or the Maker is cruel and we're elsewhere. But I think you're in my head, I think you're the last of my neurons trying to do their job, trying to show me.. something, anything." There was a melancholy reverence in the way you spoke but he didn't take notice. He was livid. How dare you be so calm. "Or we're in yours," you shrugged one shoulder, sneaking a glossy glance. "Maybe you did save me, maybe your life is flashing before your eyes but it's too late and you stopped halfway through. Maybe I'm a dream. Hit your head too hard and things will happen." 

"We are not-"

"What do you think happens?" You interrupted, you didn't want to fight, you were too tired for that. "I think I'd like to come back, I don't know what as though." 

"We are not dead." He spoke through clenched teeth, each word punctuated with a stride forward. "I will not allow it."

This time you didn't move, allowing him to stop mere inches from you. "Everything dies."

"I can't let it." 

Your brows pulled and you had opened your mouth to argue back when he cupped both your cheeks in his hands and said, barely audible, "not you." 

"Mand-"

"Din." His thumbs rubbed the apples of your cheeks. "If we are in your head you wouldn't know that's my name." 

"That's cheating, Din." A tear oozed from your eye as you spoke his name. The way you said it broke his heart, you were so upset, barely keeping it together now.

"We're not dead." He shrugged one shoulder. "I will it, I vow it." 

"Din I -" 

"DIN!" 

"MANDO?!" 

"DIN WAKE UP!" 

.

The Mandalorian awoke with an excruciating headache. He grunted and forced his eyes open prematurely, the visor doing almost nothing to shield them. He believed he was looking at a ceiling but it was swirling and the light source was dancing in a figure eight. 

He cried out your name.

Nothing happened except from his teeth crashing together roughly. 

Next he tried to pull his shoulders upwards, that was a disaster. He flopped back down, pulling at his sore ribs. 

He cried for you again. 

Then the light was obscured and hands were on his arm. Another set of hands pulled him upwards. 

"Weaha - remove - itaficks- you." Words jumbled together, masculine, and then his helm was removed. It was surprisingly comforting, he could breathe. 

There was a moment before his senses came back. Boba and Bo-Katan's own visors stared at him. They showed no emotion as always but he knew there was relief. 

"You cut it a bit short on calling for help." Boba spoke, settling Din back onto the floor. 

He could see more clearly now. He was still in the hospital. The room they were inhabiting had a large crack in the ceiling shooting down to the right wall. The floor was covered in a sheet of dust where the building shook from the explosion. Med equipment was scattered about and a whole bed was upturned. There were even a few bodies in the corner. His eyes scanned the room until they found what they truly seeked. 

You were laying on the floor as well, having clearly been prepared for surgery, your hair shaved and head covered in marker, he could also spy some on your chest in the shape of a Y, your skin was pale and your head was turned towards his, eyes closed.

He croaked out your name.

[joelsbloodyhands]

In my Din and Boba love triangle jealousy arc

I’m not hinting anything about what I’m writing I swear