The first thing every member of the court noticed when they arrived was that the silver mando was sitting on the arm of Fett’s throne, elbows resting on his thighs and leg thrown between the sprawl of Fett’s thighs. The omega’s hands hang limply between his knees and his body is seemingly relaxed even as his visor tracks every being entering the room in a short moment before dismissing them just as quickly.
Fett carefully kneads at the leg between his while big blue is standing beside the omega, one hand resting at the small of his back in a lightly rubbing motion and whatever the omega had been doing before to suppress his scent, it is no longer in effect.
The scent of unhappy omega is ripe in the air.
Not the bitter or overly sweet scent of an upset or sick one but sharper somehow, focused in a way that leaves several alphas sitting up and taking notice as their nose and even teeth somehow ache in reaction to the scent.
But the mando’s alphas somehow seem at ease with it.
Even seem to enjoy it by the sight of Paz leaning in to gently nuzzle his helmet to the others, a low murmur coming from the vocoder.
Djarin snorts, doesn’t look away from the doorway, as if he’s waiting for something but he does respond in a similar low tone. Whatever he says, has Fett chuckling faintly as he runs his hand up to squeeze the others knee for a moment then back to knead the calf once more.
The scent changes a bit, a measure of pleased omega.
And then it sharpens again as there is a shout down the hall, the sound of a shuffle with all three now focused on the doorway as Shand bodily throws the alpha noble into the throne room.
The man looks a far sight of from the man that arrived arrogant and thinking he was better than anyone in the throne room. For one his clothes and hair is now a mess, messy from being slept in and having no opportunity to groom himself and he’s also bleeding from his nose, dripping onto the front of his silk vest.
He rolls on the throne floor, coming to a stop in front of the dais as Shand prowls after with a proud smirk on her lips as she takes up her spot on the other side of the throne, secure in the knowledge that her personally trained guards will hold the noble right where he is should he try to flee.
Smartly, the man does not and doesn’t even try to rise but that could be the pressure of two alphas and an omega so sharply focused on him.
For a moment, no one speaks, the music is dead silent in the halls of Fett palace.
“He give you any problem?” Fett finally drawled, all three visors focused on the quivering noble on the floor but clearly speaking to Shand.
“Tried to rush at me when I opened the cell,” Shand snarked, smirking a bit as she cracked the knuckles of her hand with the other. “So I punched him.”
A low snigger from the big blue alpha, a vicious sound even through the vocoder. “Said it before, gonna say it again, your my kind of beta Shand.” He growled happily.
She gave a mocking bow in return before reaching down and pulling up a bottle of spotchka from behind the throne, likely stashed by Shand herself.
There was a shuffle, the New Republican noble was getting to his feet, holding his hands up in a surrendering motion. “M-My lords, I am sure I have gravely insulted you all bu-” Whatever else he was going to say, to try and justify himself to get out of the punishment he was sure to gain, no one would learn.
Because in that moment, Djarin burst into motion from where he had practically been vibrating on the arm of the throne. He lunged forward, his booted feet hitting the dais with a smooth jump bringing him to the floor, his left fist cocked back in swift, smooth movements that even trained warriors might have difficultly avoiding.
An unfit core alpha from a noble family that thought exercise beneath him?
No chance, the mandalorian hit true and hard.
The wet thump echoed in the room along with the loud crack, a telling noise of something breaking at the hit as the alpha hit the ground. Djarin had held nothing back and downed the alpha with that power punch, growling happily as the alpha cried out and cradled his nose, rolling on the floor in pain.
Both alphas behind him were watching closely, the court able to scent the arousal they had for the violent display of what was clearly a feral omega.
The noble wheezed looking up at Djarin as he held his hands over his face as he got up on his knees. “Ma ‘ose! Ma ‘ose! Yo ‘itch!” He cried out with tears in his eyes.
And idiocy showing once more as both Fett and Paz growled deeply at the insult to the omega, the low level arousal they had been letting out disappearing in the face of their rage.
Djarin just snorted before putting his foot to the man’s shoulder and pushing, sending him onto his back.
The alpha wheezed but before he could move, Djarin stepped after him and raised his foot, placing it purposefully on the alpha’s groin.
A loud, frightened if garbled whine escaped the man’s throat, most likely an involuntary reaction to the threat to his privates and just as involuntary, several alphas covered their own groins or shifted in discomfort.
The silence was almost stifling as Djarin stood there, a trembling alpha beneath his foot. “If you had drugged me on purpose,” He stated slowly, vocoder doing nothing to hide the dark tone of his voice. “I would have castrated you here and now in front of everyone.” Djarin growled deeply.
The alpha whimpered loudly, the hand not covering his face spasming on the floor, as if undecided if he should attempt to shove the others foot off of him.
“Luckily for you, you didn’t target me on purpose,” Djarin continued, his voice easing up. Maybe a mercy extending everyone thought confusedly until the next words came. “But you tried to drug my mate and I am not one to be trifled with when it comes to family.” With that, Djarin ground the heel of his foot down against the alpha’s dick and balls, simply kicking the man’s hands away when the noble tried to grab his ankle, screaming and crying.
No mercy from the violent omega, that was for sure as he continued slowly torturing the man in front of an entire court and his alphas.
Both simply watched, quiet and attentive and Shand was simply sampling her booze, eyes lidded as she relaxed though occasionally she winced at the pitch the New Republican managed to get.
Finally, when the man was out of air and panting instead of screaming, Djarin lifted his foot and stepped back, snorting deeply as he made his way back to the dais, stepping into the waiting arms of the big blue mandalorian.
The man greeted his mate with a low, proud croon, the only noise outside of the panting of the alpha on the floor. The two rubbed the forehead of their helmets together before Paz was handing the omega to Fett, the man instantly tucking the armored man into himself and there was no way that could be comfortable.
Two armored men in a stone throne, but they seemed to make it work as they watched big blue stepped down from the dais and made his way to the noble, lifting him by the front of his expensive clothes until they were visor to eye level, the noble eyes wild as he shakily clutched onto the cuirass of the armor.
For a second, the alpha just stood there, easily holding the other up off his feet, showing the strength his stature indicated. Then Paz chuckled darkly, sending a shiver of dread down everyone but three people’s backs. “I’m going to flay you alive and leave you for the scavengers of the desert,” He lightly shook the man, chuckling even more when he whimpered in fright. “Boba has already said I can do what I want. And I suffer no threat to my mates without repercussion.” That said, he started walking, dragging the weakly struggling man with him.
Djarin made a motion to follow the alpha dragging their prey out only for Fett to croon at him, pulling him back into his lap. “Let Paz have his fun sweetheart. You already had yours and I do so hate being alone.” Fett playfully, heard by the entire court despite the lowness of his voice
Both Shand and Djarin snorted, the noise crackly through the vocoder of the mandalorian before he huffed and nodded, settled into his mate.
A few of the more sadistically inclined people of the court followed after, eager to see spilled blood as when Paz stated he was going to flay the man, it had not sounded like an exaggeration.
Fett simply waved his hand and got the court started properly for the day, not even pausing when they heard screaming from outside.
But if he smelled satisfied with his arm possessively wrapped around the waist of his beskar dressed enforcer and mate…
Well, a warning had thoroughly been sent.
Don’t mess with Fett’s mates and don’t mess with Fett.
Because a hefty toll would be paid when either of the alphas or the omega extracted the payment from fools.
Perking up when he felt several familiar signatures in the Diner, Obi-Wan latched onto Fox hand and tugged on it as the commander stepped out of the skycar after Obi-Wan. “Come on, come on, lets go inside.” He squeaked eagerly, flushing slightly when he heard several amused snorts.
But he couldn’t quite find it in himself to care as Fox simply chuckled and reached out to ruffle his tied hair with his other hand. “You got it verd’ika, you still know what you want in there?” He murmured as he guided Obi-Wan towards the door, easily guiding him around a few civilians with the rest of the guards shoring up the back.
Slipping in with a nod, Obi-Wan took a moment to orient himself before letting go of Fox hand to shoot forward to the third booth in the diner. “Rex!” He greeted cheerfully.
There was a squeal, the clatter of a cup, a loud THUMP of a lot of plastoid hitting something and a deep groan.
Obi-Wan blinked heavily as a stunned silence descended with someone choking on a bit of food from what he could tell.
“…Did you just try to jump out of the window Captain Rex?” Fox questioned in a flabbergasted voice right behind Obi-Wan.
“…Maybe,” Rex admitted, flopping down into his seat as someone cackled a bit to their left, Obi-Wan recognizing it as Fives with someone, most likely Echo, hissing at him. “Look, I wasn’t expecting this and the last time I saw the commander, I was trying to get him to stop carrying a bomb over his head to throw at droids,” Rex groaned before pausing. “…You don’t have a bomb right now, right commander?” He stated warily.
Flushing deeply, Obi-Wan squirmed before pouting, he wasn’t THAT bad was he?
Sure, he had a tendency to somehow come over grenades and bombs in the field they found out but…no that bad!
“No, I just came from blaster practice with the guards, Fox agreed to get bantha burgers.” His pout gave way to excitement, absently noting Anakin checking over him in their bond.
Don’t get him wrong, he loved the fare at the temple, a mix of everything from all over the galaxy to cater to the multitude of species and cultures different Jedi came from, but sometimes you couldn’t beat a greasy burger and a milkshake.
There was a slight laugh and a woosh of air, another hand suddenly ruffling his hair. “Well, then, that sounds like a much better idea… no bombs?” Rex tacked on again, even as he ruffled.
“No bombs.” Obi-Wan assured, wiggling a bit as Fox settled his hand on his shoulder.
“Come on Birdie, lets get you that food and find a place to sit. This booth is full.” He chuckled, gently pulling Obi-Wan to the counter.
Which made sense, it felt like outside of one or two souls, there were only troopers in the diner at that moment and troopers tended to pile up together when they could Obi-Wan knew.
A burst of joy came from the front and Obi-Wan steeled himself as there was a loud laugh from the back kitchen. “OBI-WAN! My favorite little Jedi!” Dex roared out with delight, Fox letting go just in time for the besalisk to come around and lift Obi-Wan into a hug, all four arms involved.
“Hey Dex.” Obi-Wan squirmed happily, grinning as he was sat down on an available stool, wiggling happily as he bought his legs up and tucked them under himself.
A shift on his other side told him that Fox was sitting down too. “The usual kiddo?” Dex questioned, his breath smelling of warm cinnamon and sugar, the besalisk must have been in his pastry again he figured as he nodded eagerly. “With a chocolate milkshake if you please.”
Another warm laugh, a hair ruffle and then Dex turned to Fox, his droids already getting the rest of the guards order.
The bustling of the diner, familiar people and the smell of food closed in around Obi-Wan and he wasn’t ashamed to say that he loved it at the diner.
Look, I only skim read it when I was called out, cause shockingly, I got upset when someone made me the target for using the trope and sent their followers at me and its also now many months since, so some of my memories fail a bit outside of remembering the key notes.
As far as I got it, it was because Jango was a darker skinned man and therefore all the clones being darker skin and here were Anakin and Qui-Gon, who comes off as white to most it seems, giving him the shovel talk. Two Sith in said story I used it and maybe I had another with the shovel talk where Anakin talked about burying Cody in sand, cause that’s like the worst Anakin can think of.
And the person made it all about that.
Because you know, the clones deserved much better and as content creators, we were terrible people for using said trope and I imagine even pairing Cody with Obi-Wan.
I really don’t know, the person had points about how fandom treats actors of color but a fan story has nothing to do with them and I have a ton of stories, some where I fucking destroy Obi-Wan.
But you know, a white man (Anakin and Qui-Gon in the story) threatening the colored boyfriend of someone they care for is racist. Yup, nothing but racism. It had nothing to do with in the story how Anakin is an overprotective twerp and also a SITH in the story, so he’s an emotional twat that doesn’t have to hold back.
So yeah, I don’t know.
Person drew conclusions from the rest of fandom and real life and piled it on me and tried to call me out. I never responded to the post, because I didn’t want to be involved in drama but it certainly killed off my story.
I’m honestly not sure, admittedly, I find myself leaning between togruta and zabrak, mostly due to me liking predatory aliens. But I feel like if I had more information about other aliens in star wars, with the wealth of them there is, I’d have other favorites.
I mean, my favorite from Mass Effect are the turians. Garrus my love! Wait for me! Lol
If someone was to call him a fool in the moment, Boba would not reject the notion.
He was not omnipotent, he was simply human and humans, unfortunately, made many mistakes throughout their life.
Even the ones reborn in the burning of the Dune sea, screaming to the suns as they pulled themselves free with blood and fluids coating their bodies.
…Huh, sounded a lot like a normal birth when you thought about it, not that Boba had a normal birth to begin with.
Din’s subdrop was as much on his shoulders as it was on Din himself and looking back on it, Boba realized that his anger had spoken where his understanding should have been.
They hadn’t spoken about the armor and its position in their relationship, especially in this part of the relationship and to have Din kneel in front of a full court in his armor, even for cauterizing a wound, was in bad taste.
Especially without a longer, in depth conversation.
Likewise, Din should have alerted him to the issue when his mind started swallow him up. He should have called out red for Boba to hear but a part of Boba was terrified that Din had and he had simply missed it.
He didn’t think so.
There was a reason he had kept his hand on the back of Din’s neck throughout the entire process but the maybe, the maybe haunted Boba, left him sleepless as Din soft breath puffed into his neck where he was curled into Boba.
They would need a long and serious conversation about it for sure.
Maybe several.
The armor and Din’s comfort in and out of it was…
Well, Boba wouldn’t pretend to understand it, he had seen people sworn to codes, to creeds, to religions but he had never been one for it himself.
Maybe the harsh life he had lead, the life without his father but he had never come to swear the resol’nare. He was too young while his father was alive and when he was old enough it just… never happened.
He met other mandalorians of course, warriors like his father but…
By the time Boba could swear it, Mandalore seemed like such a bitter concept with a duchess so sworn to her pacifist ideals that she’d stay out of an intergalactic war while departing the culture of Mandalore to the pale imitation of the Republic.
He sometimes wondered, how things would have been if a united Mandalore had been in shape, for either the CIS or the Republic.
Wondered how a united Mandalore would take to the clone armies.
He knew there were conflicted opinions about them, both on the New Mandalorians and the truer mandalorians side.
Not that it mattered.
Now it was just all a load of hypothetical with a glassed planet outside of the dome cities.
It was strange to think sometimes, that Boba, despite never really calling himself mandalorian, perhaps knew more of and experienced more of the culture than the foundlings and younglings of mandalorians now.
A strange and painful thought if he was honest.
Huffing out a breath, Boba pressed his lips to the feathered hair of Din’s head, focusing on the small twitches of the others body, indicating Din was waking slowly.
It took time, not surprising considering Din cried himself to sleep during a subdrop but finally, clinging to Boba, Din made a low noise and lifted his head enough to blink crusty eyes at the other. His cheek was lined from sleeping against Boba’s chest, his hair was a mess from Boba running his fingers through it and he looked like he’d rather be asleep again.
The two stared at each other before Boba reached out and gently ran his fingertips over Din’s cheek. “Mesh’la.” He whispered, smiling slightly at the flush that provoked. Din was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Din, reluctantly from the looks of it, sat up in bed, rubbing at his eyes to remove the crust from it and then focused sleepily at him. “What happened?” He mumbled, blinking his large eyes slowly at him.
Sighing, Boba sat up, stretching enough to crack his back before focusing on Din again, lips pulling taunt. “We were both stupid, that’s what,” He grumbled, reaching out to stroke Din’s curly hair into a semblance of order when the other winced. “You went into a subdrop Din.”
Din blinked at him, leaning into the touch as Boba watched him closely.
From the looks of it, Din didn’t seem to be in a subdrop still but Boba would keep his eye on him.
More than that, Din just seemed confused. “Like… when you had a domdrop?” He questioned slowly, reminding Boba of his own.
“Same thing, yes, emotions, adrenaline and darker thoughts tangling up. But mine came from how you reacted to the spanking admittedly. Yours however came from a lack of communication.” Boba stated seriously, pulling Din into his side to cuddle him.
That had Din glancing to where their armors were settled, the shelves for the helmets and the stands for the rest. “Oh…” He licked his lips.
Boba hummed, pressing a kiss to a bare, tanned shoulder as he rubbed slowly at the other side. “Mmn, so, first of, if you ever start feeling like you did yesterday, whatever we’re doing, be it pleasure, punishment or play, you tell me. You give me a red, you karking hit me if you have to,” He stated seriously, cupping Din’s chin to turn the other to face him. “You understand me?” Boba stated, voice demanding.
“But,” Din started, protesting with a small furrow between his brows.
“No,” Boba cut in, squeezing Din by the trim waist. “This is serious Din, subdrops aren’t healthy, they happen, yes but they can be migrated and even aborted. You had a major subdrop, you lost it and that’s on both you and me. Me for not making sure you knew that you could stop it all and not communicating properly with you and you for not speaking up,” He sighed against Din’s shoulder, rubbing slowly as he felt the tension of the others body. “…What was one of the first things I promised you Din, when we started this?” Boba questioned quietly.
Swallowing, shifting a bit, Din bit his lip before answering. “Safety. You… you promised me safety.” He answered dutifully.
Brushing his fingers over a large bruise on Din’s side, Boba hummed. “Yes. And that’s the most important thing. What happened yesterday wasn’t safe. What would have happened if you continued? If I hadn’t heard you?” He peered at Din.
Din opened his mouth then closed it, his expression turning uncertain before mortified and then sad, clearly recognizing what Boba meant.
Boba nodded seriously. “You would have continued until you had a fit in front of the court. I know that you’re getting more used to it Din but… its clear you still need the separation of the armor from who you are out there without it.” A layer of safety for Din, to give him time to rediscover his footing and his mind now that he wasn’t sure of his creed.
And maybe also a physical protection if Boba was honest.
Sooner or later, Bo-Katan was going to come looking for Din, Boba knew that, especially since Din was stationary here even if he sometimes flee off of into space on a hunt now and then or to visit Grogu at Skywalker’s little space.
As Princess, Bo-Katan wouldn’t look twice at Din.
Might have some unsavory words for Boba but he cared about her opinion as much as he did of bantha dung.
And Din needed more time.
Maybe one day, removing his helmet and kneeling at Boba’s feet in his armor would be a thing he could do but right now?
Din wasn’t ready and Boba had overstepped and practically trampled on Din’s boundaries. “For the future Din, promise me, if there’s something that upsets you, especially in regards to our relationship, talk to me,” Boba begged practically. “Gedetir.” He wasn’t above actually begging.
It seemed to work as Din swayed into him, pressing his face to Boba’s shoulder. “Elek buir’ika,” He whispered, nuzzling slowly before pressing a kiss to a scarred section of Boba’s shoulder. “But… just so you know… it wasn’t being in front of everyone that made… well that happen.” He whispered against the skin.
Breathing out, pressing his hand to the back of the others neck, Boba paused at the confession
“Oh?” He whispered back, prodding for more.
Din hummed a bit, nuzzling slowly before nodding. “I… the lack of touch, warm skin contact. I felt… stuck in my own head in the dark. And you were wearing your gloves…” He trailed off.
Boba held his breath for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to Din’s temple. “Good, good boy Din, thank you for telling me, that’s… that’s prudent information.” His mind raced a bit before nuzzling Din slowly. “My sweetest Princess.” He murmured, chuckling at the warm flush he could feel in the others cheek against his skin.
Settling his hip against the table, Cody let out a deep sigh as he waited on the General to answer his damn comm.
The meeting hadn’t really lead to much, just vague plans, names that they were going to get rid of, Fox suggesting they burn down the Chancellor office, Ponds complaining about the shiny that gave him the black eye during sparring, set up by his men to keep Ponds from killing everyone and so on and forth with the others.
Oh and Ponds crying into the table while Fox awkwardly patted the others back.
Honestly, he felt with the other.
Beside Obi-Wan, Mace Windu was the most popular pick.
Made sense with how stationary he was on Coruscant but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt Ponds less.
Cody had made an effort not to say anything about how Aayla Secura most likely would have topped the list too if it wasn’t for her habit of staying away from the core.
Maybe for the very reason the troopers were going to burn the Senate down. But yes, he wasn’t about to say that out loud, Bly was already a angry ball.
If he said that, Bly was going to go feral for sure.
Shaking himself, Cody frowned when only audio feed filtered in. “Skywalker here.” Came the absent answer, a quiet humming from someone else in the feed filtering in.
Cocking his head, Cody glanced at Rex, the other shrugging.
As far as they knew, the other should be in the Jedi temple…
All three of their Jedi should.
“Commander Cody here, sir, I was wondering if we could talk. Privately.” He tacked on quietly, listening as the humming cut of, his frown growing as he exchanged a thoroughly confused look with Rex.
The voice had sounded female but it certainly was not Commander Ahsoka, so who…
“Oh, um, I don’t kn-what?” Someone else spoke up, clearly female but the actual words weren’t caught, just like the humming had been faint. But someone else was speaking to Anakin. “Are you sure? I mean, you’re most likely right bu-oh, I guess. Okay, um, Commander, I’m in Senator Amidala’s office right now, so if you’re still interested, she’d like to talk with you too.” The Jedi stated a tad bemusedly.
Cody’s veins froze over with ice.
A Senator.
Senator Amidala.
A Senator their Jedi seemed fond of but that could be a fucked up relationship still, a ‘kind’ Senator that took advantage of the Jedi while seeming good.
His eyes shot up, finding the entire room staring at him or his comm, Wolffe looking like he was about to tear through the door any second and Ponds red rimmed eyes wide as he stared at Cody in horror.
“Commander?” Anakin’s puzzled voice echoed over the comm, over the roar of Cody’s blood and he cleared his throat, feeling like it was too dry.
“We’ll be there in ten minutes, I’m bringing Rex with me.” He said, trying to get over the buzzing in his ears.
So far, Amidala had been far down on the list, they had bigger fish to fry, those that requested Jedi every week, those that left visible marks or clearly was hooped up on some power fantasy or hurt the ones the troopers loved but…
This meeting would show where Amidala laid on the scale and if they needed to get rid of her.
She was a force for good, for peace in the Senate, just like Organa.
But Cody wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger if he found what he worried the most about ever since Anakin had come to him with panic in his eyes in a fancy ballroom.
Clipping his comm to his belt, Cody looked to Rex before both jammed their buckets on.
It was make or break down for Senator Amidala and Cody feared what he would find.
“If she’s touching him…” Rex voice trembles, cracking as it comes out through his vocoder but the force of it gains him everyone’s attention. “If she’s using him, I’m killing her. You can’t stop me. He can’t stop me. I’m killing her if she’s one of those demagolka.” He rasped out.
Cody simply rested his hand on Rex pauldron for a moment before moving, feeling everyone’s eyes on them as they made their way out.
He wouldn’t be stopping Rex if that turned out to be the case, no. If anything, he’d be holding the General back because he doubted Rex would be able to hold himself back if that was what they were about to walk in on.
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