To Build A Home - Part 1
Summary: Boba and Din met before his fall into the Sarlacc pit, after Din was stranded during his heat with no suppressants. They parted ways after, both of them content to pretend it never happened, except that's not possible for Din. Boba tracks Din down, only to find he's in for a surprise when he meets the omega Mandalorian once more.
Pairing: Alpha Boba Fett x omega Din Djarin
Warnings: A/B/O universe, implied mpreg, Boba's kind of a softie, very AU post Mando season 2, fluff and cuteness but also kind of sad, named child character cause plot.
A/N: Here is the first part of the BobaDin A/B/O series. I didn't plan on finishing this one yet but it kind of just happened. There is more at the end than the teaser had so yes, it is worth rereading. this one will probably update pretty slowly since I've got plenty of other things to focus on at the moment, and just kinda update it as inspiration comes. Also the title is subject to change.
MASTERLIST
He holds her close, closer than he ever has. All the times he had left her, all the times he had been forced to leave on hunts was nothing compared to the last few days. She had been taken from him by someone who wouldn’t think twice about hurting her. He had been careless leaving two children alone like that. He had been thankful at first that she hadn’t just been killed. Perhaps Gideon had thought it would only hurt him more if he took both of them.
He had done what he promised he’d do. He had rescued both of them, and he had gotten Grogu back to his kind. Still, there is an ache in his chest, a hole forming as Grogu gets further and further away. As much as he wants to curl into himself, let his instincts take over, he has a pup to support. A distressed pup who had just lost a member of her aliit.
He sinks into one of the seats, holding her tight against his chest. He lets his helmet drop to the floor, uncaring if the other two in the ship come down and see him. He’s projecting his scent a bit, trying to calm his pup. It’s a bit dangerous with an alpha close by, but he can’t care. His pup needs him.
“Shh.” He shushes her, pressing her face against his neck.
“I m-miss him.” She cries, clinging to his cloak.
“I know.” He says. “Remember what we talked about? Grogu had to go back to his kind. To his own aliit.”
“But he’s our aliit.”
“Only for a little while, remember? Until we found where he belonged.”
She continues to cry and he can do nothing but let her. It pains him to scent her distress, but she needs to let it out. The best he could do is offer her comfort.
She cries herself to sleep, still clinging to him. He leans his head back, trying to process the last couple days. It felt like a fever dream. He had been so scared, so desperate to get them back, to make sure they were safe. He’s exhausted.
Boba climbs down the ladder a while later. Din had put his helmet back on, needing to feel secure. Needing to feel safe. The alpha sinks into the seat next to him, removing his helmet with a sigh.
“How is she?” He asks, glancing sideways at the pair.
“Upset.” Din answers.
Boba hums. “Losing a family member is never easy.” He looks at Din. “How are you?”
“I’ll manage.” He answers shortly.
Boba stares at him for a long moment. “What will you do now?”
Din sighs. He had been trying not to think about that. What is going to happen now? He’d finished what he had been tasked with. Did he go back to hunting? It would be hard with Vira. He didn’t want to start leaving her for long periods again. Not after spending so much time with her. His instincts screamed at the idea of being parted with her again. Did he try to track down a covert? Take his place among Mandalorians once more? “I don’t know.” He finally answers honestly. “I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
“Join us.” Boba says. “We’re going back to Tatooine. I’m going to take over Jabba’s palace, become Daimyo. Come with us. Let me spend some time with the pup I didn’t know existed.”
Right. This was his pup as well. He’s not sure how he could forget. She looked just like him. Perhaps because it was a bit unreal still.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Boba asks after a moment of silence.
“I tried looking for you after she was born. Everyone I found said you were dead.”
Boba leans back in his seat once again. “I almost was. I never thought...” He shakes his head. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have-”
“It’s alright. I’m not sure I would have made it had you not been there.” Din adjusts his hold on Vira, easing her into a more comfortable position. “I wouldn’t trade her for anything.”
Boba stares at her, able to see her face from the new position. A small smirk forms on his face, a quiet chuckle leaving him. “Those Fett genes are strong.”
Din can’t help but smile under his helmet. “There’s no doubting it.”
Boba smiles. “I’m serious.” He lets his eyes flit to Din’s helmet. “Come with us. Let me take care of you. Both of you.”
Din leans his head back against the seat. Boba’s words strike something deep in him, all his repressed instincts flooding to the surface. He had been on his own for so long. Forcing himself on suppressants, holding every alpha he came across at arm’s length. He did it for himself, and he did it for Vira.
Was this his chance to take a load off his shoulders? To share in carrying that weight of his instincts and his pup? Fett had proven himself loyal and trustworthy over and over again. Vira was his pup. He could take her if he wanted, and force them apart. Din knows he won’t. Boba knows how much family means to Mandalorians. Boba was offering them a place of belonging, a home. He would care for his pup, and Din as the bearer of his pup.
Din doesn’t realize he’s crying, quiet gasps crackling through his modulator. Boba is crouched beside him, hand on the back of his neck. It’s not a cruel touch, it’s not a scruff like some alphas would do to control an omega. It’s comforting. Grounding.
“Let me help you.” He says softly, thumb stroking the column of his throat. The touch is jarring, after so long without any touch at all.
“I owe you so much already.” Din gasps out, the tears not stopping.
“You don’t owe me anything.” Boba says. “I would have helped you even if she wasn’t my pup. If you think you need to repay me, do it by coming with us.”
Din closes his eyes, letting himself just feel. He hadn’t been this close to an alpha in six years. He never thought he’d see Boba again, much less be working with him. He knows the restraint it must have taken for Boba not to march onto the cruiser and take out Moff Gideon himself to get his pup back. The pup he hadn’t known existed until just a couple days ago. He knew Din was the one who had to do it, was the one who had to protect his aliit.
Boba could be aliit too.
It would be so easy to let him in, to give over to instinct. He had been carrying the weight for so long. How nice it would be to let go for once.
*****
He wakes in a bunk. For a moment he forgets where he is, what had happened. He’s back on the Crest, tucked into his bunk, the place that had been his home for years. But the Crest was destroyed. He had been on Boba’s ship, heading wherever after he had rescued his ade.
He doesn’t remember falling asleep, or even moving to the bunk. Boba’s scent floats around him, muted a bit by his helmet. He resists the urge to take off his helmet, bury himself in the scent. Instead he turns on his side, the blanket that had been tossed over him falling to the floor. Something feels off as he lays there in the silence.
Vira.
He sits up so fast his helmet hits the top bunk, but he ignores the vibrations rattling his head. He hits the button on the wall, light flooding the small space as he steps out, eyes searching the ship for his pup.
He doesn’t have to look long, finding Fennec standing in front of one of the viewports holding her. She’s staring out at the blue of hyperspace, eyes open wide and mouth agape. Din breathes a quiet sigh of relief, approaching the beta and his pup.
Vira turns to him, a big smile on her face. “Look, buir!” She points out the viewport.
He turns to look, eyes trailing over the giant creatures. “Purgil.” He says.
She stares at them in awe, Fennec eyeing him. “Don’t work yourself up.” She says. “She was getting squirmy. You need the rest.”
“I didn’t take you for the nurturing type.” He says.
The beta gives him a look. “I’m not.” But the way she looks down at Vira says otherwise.
“Will you be okay for a few more minutes?” He asks.
“I suppose.” Fennec says, motioning for him to go ahead.
Din climbs up the ladder to the cockpit, quietly sinking into the passenger seat. He stares out at the blue of hyperspace for a moment, watching it flash by.
“We’ll be dropping out of hyperspace near Tatooine shortly.” Boba says, his gaze facing forward as well.
“If I come with you, what exactly do you expect?” Din asks, trying to put his thoughts into words. He feels vulnerable in the presence of the alpha, even though Fett was nothing but relaxed.
“I’ll need your help.” Boba says honestly. “Taking Jabba’s seat will be easy. Getting Mos Espa to agree will be the hardest. There will be a lot of pushback, I expect, not just from the families. The Hutts will have their own opinions. I need muscle, someone to back me up.”
“It sounds dangerous.” Din muses.
“It will be, at least at first.” Boba agrees. “I wouldn’t blame you for saying no.”
“And Vira? I can’t afford to put her in more danger.”
Boba turns to face him, and though Din can’t see the look on his face, he can feel the change in the alpha. “I may not know her, but I promise I will give my life to protect her.”
“And me?” Din says quietly, his brain starting to buzz under the intensity of the alpha. “What do you expect from me?”
“Nothing.” Boba says, turning back around. “It would be your decision. If you want suppressants, I’ll be sure we have extra. You’re always welcome at my side, even if it’s nothing more than as an ally.”
******
Fett had been right. Taking Jabba’s palace had been easy. Despite Din’s insistence, Boba had forced him to stay on the ship with Vira as he and Fennec went in and cleaned house. Din is quietly grateful for the moment of rest. He feels weary, a type of weary he hasn’t felt in a long time. He could have forced himself to do it, but he can feel the exhaustion deep in his bones as he sits on the floor of the ship.
It’s the same weary he had felt when he had been stuck without his suppressants. The same weary he’d felt after he’d had Vira. The same weary he’d struggled with after he decided to leave her in the care of the covert and returned to bounty hunting.
He needs an alpha.
His omega yearns for an alpha.
He has an alpha.
Boba had been forward in his implications. He would take that position, if Din wanted it. It wasn’t that Din didn’t trust Boba. He owed a lot to the alpha. Boba had been the one that found him stranded without suppressants, half dead after being thrown into his first heat in years. Boba had cared for him, fought against every instinct telling him to sink his teeth into Din’s shoulder, and got him on a ship back to civilization.
He had also, inadvertently, given Din a pup.
Vira had been born not long after the fall of the Empire. Din had waited a year and a half before he began his search, traveling all the places the bounty hunter frequented. He heard the same thing over and over, that Boba was dead. Fell into a sarlacc pit on the very planet they were on currently. Din had given up his search not long after he started.
He knew he’d likely raise Vira by himself. If he had found Boba, he’s not sure what the bounty hunter’s reaction would have been. He could have taken Vira for himself, raised his pup as he had the right to do. Din had wrestled with that idea, but had ultimately decided to seek out the alpha, if nothing more than to just tell him he has a pup. He deserved to know. It was why he didn’t hide the truth from him on Tython.
He could have lied. He could have easily claimed Vira as someone else’s.
No, he couldn’t have, he thinks as he stares at the pup seated on the floor between his legs, pushing Grogu’s ball back and forth. He runs a hand over the unruly, thick curls that were messily pulled back into a bun. She looks up at him with those deep, dark eyes. She’s practically a carbon copy of Boba.
A clone.
She grins up at him, cheeks dimpling. That was his, or at least he thinks so. He’s never actually seen Boba smile.
Despite the grin, she looks tired. He knows she has to be, just looking at her. Fennec had been right, calling her squirmy. She’d always been wild, always been on the move. He’d constantly heard it when he returned to the covert. She’s smart, but she can’t sit still.
Normally she would have been all over the ship, exploring, getting into things. A chord of fear runs through him for a moment, something he hadn’t thought of in the whirlwind since they’d been taken. He knew the Empire needed Grogu for some sort of experiment they were doing.
What if they did something to her?
There wasn’t anything they could possibly need from her. Unless they tested something on her? He wouldn’t put it past Gideon to try and make him pay for taking Grogu not once, but twice.
He can’t fight it, the building anxiety deep in his stomach. He feels like he’s spiraling out of control, like a ship about to crash. Vira’s smile falls as she senses the distress welling in her bearer.
Din jumps as a hand lands on his shoulder. His fists close around the fabric of his pants, trying to steady himself. Boba is kneeling next to him, a hand on his shoulder.
“Easy.” Boba soothes him, gently squeezing his shoulder. “What’s got you all worked up?”
“What...what if Gideon did something to her?” He asks, looking down at Vira who is watching them cautiously.
“We can’t know for sure that he didn’t.” Boba says, turning to look at Vira. “How do you feel, ad’ika?”
She shrugs. “Okay. Sleepy.” She rubs her eyes.
“See,” Boba says, helping him stand. “She’s fine. You need rest. Both of you do.”
Din leans down, lifting Vira into his arms. Boba was probably right. They couldn’t know if Gideon did something to her. If it was anything of consequence, they’d have to wait and see if anything happens. He doesn’t want anything to happen. The thought of something happening to her because of his own recklessness has his stomach churning. He feels like he could be sick.
“Come on.” Boba leads him forward with a hand on his back. “We’ve cleared out the upper rooms. Most of it was empty. Seems like most of them fled when Jabba died. Fortuna managed to keep a skeleton crew. We’ve cleared out most of them.”
“I should be helping.” Din says, trying to distract himself from the panic building within him.
“You can help by resting.” Boba says, leading him up the steps. “Like I said, this is the easy part. I need you at your best when the real fight begins.”
**********
Despite his exhaustion, Din lays awake in bed. The sheets are clean, having been brought up by a droid, along with a clean change of clothes for Vira. She had fussed through a bath and dinner before Din let her sleep. The new clothes were a bit big, but they worked. He’d need to pick up some supplies soon. Everything he’d owned had been destroyed.
Din had taken a bath himself after Vira finally fell asleep. He was used to going long periods without being properly cleaned, but it felt nice to wash off the last few days. The worry still lingered, but in a way he felt like he could force it all down, forget the horrors that had gone through his mind.
His helmet sits on the ground behind him. He hadn’t been able to relax enough to take all his armor off. What if they had missed something? He can’t take that risk. Not right now. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to put the helmet back on. Not yet.
He scoots closer to Vira, letting the soft scent of pup invade his senses. He hadn’t done it often, not since he left her with the covert. He presses his nose into her hair, letting the gentle scent flow through him. It’s the best scent in the world, or at least he thinks so. The scent of a pup before they begin developing traits, before they present. So soothing it could soften even the most steeled beta.
The scent calms the raging storm inside him. There’s nothing off about it, no change to it. It’s purely her, just as he remembered it being. His entire body relaxes, all the tension leaving him as he allows the scent of his pup to calm him. She’s safe. She’s here. She’s alright.
His eyes slip closed, his body relaxing into the bed. He’s exhausted, the past few days weighing heavily on him. It’s over now. He did what he needed to do. His pups are safe where they belong, and he’s safe.
***
He jolts awake with the sun in his eyes. He squints against the bright light, rubbing a hand over his face. A slurping sound reaches his ears and he turns his head to where Vira had been sleeping last night.
She’s sitting up now, contently holding a Meiloorun in her hands. Her face is coated in sticky juice, and it’s dribbling down her front. She grins at him, taking another big bite.
“Where did you get that?” He asks, his voice rough from sleep.
“Boba.” She says simply, taking another bite.
Oh good. They’re on a first name basis already. “Did he come by?” He asks, sitting up.
“No. I find him.” She says simply.
His head snaps to her, wide eyed. “You left the room alone?”
She deflates a bit under his gaze, looking like a kicked tooka. “I was hungry.”
He sighs, brushing the curls back from her face. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Sleepin’ hard, buir.” She says, taking another bite of the meiloorun, dribbling more juice down her front.
He winces, running a hand through his messy hair. He checks his chronometer, finding it’s almost noon. “Is that all you’ve had?” He asks, standing to stretch.
She shakes her head. “There was toast and meat and eggs and blue milk! There was fish too but I don’t like fish.” She crinkles her nose, making a face.
Ever since their adventure on Trask, she had grown a bit squeamish of fish. The idea of eating fish on a desert planet is a bit odd too.
She holds out the meiloorun, dripping juice onto the bed. “Buir eat too.”
He sighs, taking the meiloorun before it can make the bed any stickier, taking a bite. It’s sweet, his stomach clenching a bit in hunger. He hadn’t eaten since the day before, not that he wasn’t unused to going extended periods without food. It feels different now. He doesn’t have to anymore.
He takes another bite before setting the meiloorun on the table. He lifts Vira off the bed, using her shirt to wipe her sticky face and hands. “You need new clothes.” He sighs, eyeing the dirty clothes she’d been in when she was taken piled on the floor. He needs to get a lot of things.
He leaves her in her sticky shirt, picking her up before handing her the meiloorun again. She continues eating it, dripping juice all over his beskar, but at least that could be cleaned easily. He makes his way down the steps, listening for where Boba or Fennec could be.
He finds them in the throne room, descending the steps. It’s cooler down here, the heat of the day not quite so intense.
Boba turns to face him, his face lifting just a bit. “I was beginning to get worried.”
“I guess I needed the rest.” He says, adjusting his grip on Vira. “Thank you for feeding her.”
Boba shrugs. “I was about to send a plate up with a droid, but then she appeared on her own. She’s got a lot of energy.”
“She does.” Din says, setting her down as she begins to squirm. “She’s hard to contain when she gets excited.”
“I feel I should apologize for that.” Boba says, watching her as she begins to roam around the throne room. “She got it from me. I used to get into all kinds of trouble.”
“I can imagine.” Din says.
“We were getting ready to go into town, if you wanted to come.” Boba says.
“All done, buir.” Vira says, holding the half eaten Meiloorun up to him.
“You’ve made quite the mess, ad’ika.” Boba says to her.
She grins up at him, opening and closing her juice-coated hands at him. “Sticky!”
Boba grins at her. “I bet you are.”
“Let me get her cleaned up first.” Din says, picking her back up.
***
Din leans against the speeder, waiting patiently. He got what he needed already, and now he was waiting for Boba to return. Vira is asleep in the back of the speeder, having gotten grumpy towards the end of his errands. It’s later than she normally would nap, and he knows part of it is trying to adjust to being on a planet again.
He knows he should settle down somewhere, if nothing else for her sake. Routine was best for pups. It’s hard to have routine while constantly traveling, constantly jumping from place to place. It had been easy for him, when he was able to leave her with the covert. Now he has to start over from nothing, not even a ship to his name.
Well, that’s not entirely true.
He could settle here. Even if he didn’t pursue anything with Boba, the alpha had been clear he would care for both of them. Boba had promised he would protect Vira, he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
Maybe he wants to be taken care of for a change.
He’s tired. He’s been feeling the effects of caring for two pups alone, and then having to give up one of those pups. Maybe it would be nice to have some help. It wouldn’t be fair for him to take Vira, not now after Boba knows the truth. She is his too. He had shown interest in being in her life. Who was he to take that away from both of them?
He’d have to explain it to Vira somehow. He thinks she knows already, somehow instinctively in the way pups do, she can tell he’s family. He can tell she feels comfortable around him in ways she hadn’t been with others outside the covert. Except, perhaps, with a few exceptions. The Jedi on Corvus, Ahsoka, she had been comfortable with immediately. Togruta don’t have second genders, and perhaps it was something about Jedi that made even pups feel safe around them.
He’s beginning to feel tired himself. The twin suns bearing down on him are making him uncomfortable, heating his skin under the armor. He’s draped his cloak over Vira, making a makeshift tent to protect her from the intense heat. The last thing he needs is a sick pup.
“Got everything you needed?” Boba asks when they return to the speeder.
Din nods. He had gotten clothes and supplies for Vira, as well as some things for himself, and most importantly, suppressants. He had already almost run out of the emergency pack he kept on his person. The last thing they needed was a repeat of six years ago. He wasn’t willing to risk that yet. He couldn’t risk losing his mind with a pup to look after.
He picks Vira up, slipping into the back of the speeder. She lets out a quiet noise in protest before settling against his shoulder. He covers her with his cloak once more, protecting her from the sun and sand as they make their way back to the palace.
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