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bellsyafterdark · 2 years

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Din knows there's something wrong when he gets home -- late, well past court hours -- and none of his alphas meet him in the hanger. The palace is quiet, everything seems in the same state he left it, but their rooms are empty but for the lingering scents of pain and grief in the air. No blood, he can probably rule out an attack on the palace. It's not much of a reassurance.

Krrsantan gives him an update, when he finds the wookie walking his rounds. Fennec's out running patrols with the modders. Paz is in town. Boba shut himself in his office after court finished and hasn't emerged since. Krrsantan tells him with a low, disapproving rumble that this has been standard for the last few days.

Boba barely glances up at him when he unlocks the office door and steps inside. For all the datapads on the desk in front of him, all the trappings of a productive evening's work, it's clear Boba isn't seeing a thing. He flinches when Din sets his helmet down on the desk, and his hands are hesitant on Din's hips when he drops into his mate's lap. Like he wants to hold tight but doesn't know if he's allowed.

"Boba? Cabur, what's wrong?"

Boba already wouldn't meet his eyes, but way he buries his face in the fabric of Din's cape at the base of his neck is still a surprise. Worse is the guilt and grief pouring off Boba in waves.

"I'm sorry, Din'ika. You... You should probably go back to Cobb."

(drops this at your feet and skitters away)

Din stiffens in alarm. Go back? Did he hear that right? "Wh-- Boba. I just got here. What are you talking about?"

Boba's hands tighten on his hips and a tremor runs through him at Din's back. He doesn't answer. What is going on here? Boba is scaring him.

Din covers Boba's hands and does his best to stay calm. "What's happened? Is everyone all right? Santos told me Fennec and Paz were in town, but--"

"No," Boba hushes his worried ramble, palm soothing firm lines up Din's thigh, "They're fine. Ev-- everyone's safe."

Din twists round to look at him properly, taking in Boba's haggard appearance. His instincts rankle when Boba continues avoiding his eyes. "Then why is your scent like someone died?"

Boba stills. His lips part. He shakes his head and his expression crumbles, head bowing in defeat.

Din's heart feels like it falls out of his chest. "Boba...." He takes that beloved face in his hands and hides it in his shoulder, holding tight when Boba clings to him, shaking with the force of holding back what feels like a frightening tide of emotion. Din strokes his warm back, cups the back of his head. He's only seen Boba like this once before and now he's really scared. Logic tells him the fault can't lie with him or Boba would not be holding on like Din was his only lifeline, but it's small comfort.

"Gedetye, ner kar'ta, what happened?"

#ball and chain au #pazbobadinfenneccobb #bobadin #sorry i have to stop and go to work lol feel free to continue #pazbobadinfennec

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battlemastercoffeeco · 2 years

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All my kisses for that monster/ball and chain fusion, mwah mwah, it was incredible 🤩😘

Would you be interested in musing a little on Boba's amalgamate lizard and/or Cobb's desert spirit form, too?

Does Boba's form change how he holds court and deals with his Trandoshan guests (cousins? Nothing in relation?) ?

Does Cobb visit them in his non-human shape first and have to be teased into taking form?

Feel free to take or leave what interests you to talk about.

you. you have made me write a Monster. do you have any idea how much drama my brain is packing into these mini prompts? help. give me.....several more hours? and fic should be forthcoming lol

EDIT: as expected, this is full of Way More Drama than your ask had any right to invoke. I'm not sorry. I still need to think more abt amalgamate lizardman Boba tho, that didn't come out as much or well as I'd hoped 🤔 😅

and now: fic, as promised

Sometimes, when Boba Fett smiles, it is with too many teeth.

It's a common thing to hear, often said of predators, hunters, creatures built for violence. When said about Boba Fett, no one shares that they think, maybe, it's more fact than metaphor.

When Boba Fett smiles, it is too wide with too many teeth. His tongue, when it peeks out, is wrong for a man who is supposed to be human, though no one is quite sure how they know this. His bare face is unsettling in a way his faceless, expressionless helmet isn't.

It's the first time Cobb Vanth has been to the palace since Mando took up residence there alongside Fett and his people.

He's in the middle of negotions with the new warlord when his friend enter the room, following behind Fett's right hand--Shand, he thinks her name is.

And then he sees it.

Hanging from the woman's hand is a chain, silver and clinking with each step. From her hand, a low-sweeping arc, up to--

If anyone were watching, if they weren't looking or more desperately not looking at the Mandalorian, they might have seen it. As it is, Fett sees none of it, smiling a bit too wide as the pair climb the dais, coming to a stop beside the throne.

(Shand sees everything, they say, and they aren't entirely wrong. She was looking, she saw the way for a split second--just a moment--Vanth's skin seemed to ripple, shimmer, shift. But her attention must be on the business, on helping Fett as they fill the power vacuum and institute changes, and soon enough Fennec forgets she saw anything at all.)

"THE KRIFF DID YOU COME FROM?!" Fennec almost screeches, fighting desperately against the instinct to bare her teeth and hiss.

Boba's hand on her wrist is the only thing that kept her from sliding off the domed roof in her surprise.

"Wondered where you went every morning," is the cheeky bastard's not-answer. Fennec could tear his throat out with her teeth.

"Sunsrise," she spits, flicking her hand out of his grip when she regains her previous position closer to the dome's almost-flat center. "How did you even get up here? The door creaks like a nexu is heat."

Boba has a small smile, like some kind of private joke rather than the predator's grin he's known for. "I climbed."

Fennec wants to call banthashite, because she would have noticed--but she knows he'll just get cagey. It's fine. She has her own secrets.

(For the next three weeks, she tries to work out how he got to the roof without her notice. there's no evidence of climbing gear anywhere, and she can't find any other doors that offer access to that dome that she wouldn't have heard or seen him coming from. She has a passing, ridiculous thought that maybe he has some kind of lizard-hands claiming gear, like how veractyl hands are designed for scaling upright surfaces. She snorts at the image the thought conjures: Boba, with a burnished brown-orange feathered crest and a kaleesh-like bone mask.)

It's evening, and Cobb hasn't had a chance to talk to Mando yet. Court is coming to an end. All day, no one has said anything about the chain leading to the man's lap, where the open fly of his flight suit does little to hide the chain that clinks lightly against the tunnel plug spreading pink folds wide.

Fett has outlawed the sorrowtrade. Where his influence stretches, at least. He enforces that decree, as well, and has shot slavers looking to do business with him, if rumors are to be believed.

Cobb doesn't know why Mando, why anyone, would subject themselves to what he has seen today in Fett's court, but he also doesn't take Fett for a hypocrite; Mando must have chosen this. Probably.

By the bar, Fett and Shand are going over something with a pair of guards. Mando's chain is still looped through an anchor point on the throne. He's is settled on a large cushion on the dais that seems purpose-made to allow a fully-armored being to sit comfortably at the foot of the throne like a prized pet.

Cobb is about to go talk to him, has finally found the right words to ask without causing a scene, when Fett moves back to the dais, taking up the chain.

He watches as Fett looks down at the black visor looking up at him, fingers softly tipping the silver chin up, and it makes Cobb... consider. Details are important.

He watches as Mando is helped to his feet with broad hands that hold not cruelty, but rather fondness and care. Once standing, Mando tips forward, leaning in to press his silver brow to Fett's forehead; Cobb looks away, because even he can recognize the tender affection in the motion. It soothes him, some. It's not exactly what it looks like, can't be, with the way Mando leans into Fett and Shand. The way Mando is armored and armed, the easy way he shot the pirate who tried to draw on Fett hours ago.

Still, he's going to keep an eye on things.

It's his purpose, after all.

Boba Fett is haunted.

It's not the ghost of his buir following him, not any of the millions of vode he still can't bring himself to fully acknowledge as aliit.

Boba Fett is haunted by Tattooine.

Since the day he dragged his own carcass from the sarlacc, Boba has seen them: the desert spirits, creatures or beings of Tattooine's folklore.

The lone anooba atop the cliff or across the sands. He knows they watch him, feels the indifferent judgment of their eyes heavy on his back.

The canyon krayts, rumbles echoing through caves and valleys, a test of conviction. A warning.

The razorback at the oasis, snuffling for ground nuts and black melons, so clearly unthreatened. It harbors no fear of the hunter it shares the thirst-quenching peace with.

The wind and sands, chasing him through the wastes, into towns, on the Sand Road, across the Dune Sea. It glitters like blades as it dances and whirls around him wherever he goes that is Tattooine in truth, but will not follow into the settler-made, tumorous blights.

One night, after a bad day ending in a painkiller-induced fugue but before he pours himself into the bacta tank, Boba tells Fennec. She laughs, at first; it's a funny thing, a dead man haunted by the planet that arguably killed him. She stops laughing when she looks at his face again. The tired lines, the deep furrows of age and scars both, the flush under the sallow palor brought by pain; this is not a joke or metaphor.

Quietly wordless, she reaches out and takes his hand. Delicate, because she doesn't want him to recoil; they're both still getting used to...whatever they're becoming.

Fennec is always too cool to be real, Boba thinks idly, as her hand carefully wraps around his own. She's like a fever dream, almost, always just a bit chilled it a way that should be impossible on this planet. Occasionally he entertains the idea that she is part of it--that the body he pulled from the sands was an empty vessel the desert poured a bit of itself into, all the better to shadow his every step.

(He knows better, now. Fennec still carries inexplicable details, rituals and habits and preferences and traits and shadows he doesn't understand, but it's different from the way Tattooine haunts him. She is his living shadow these days, an inextricable part of himself in a way that is different from the way the sands of Tattooine have become part of him, too.)

It's late. Boba needs to get in the tank now if he's going to be of any use tomorrow. He's reluctant to let go of Fennec's hand, though. As if her presence might keep the unknown at bay.

"I don't know what it wants," he says, quiet, ragged and rasping and so very, very lost.

Fennec's hand tightens; the bones of their joined hands grind.

When the dust finally settled and the palace is no longer filled with the sounds or war and siege, they allow themselves to finally pull back from their adrenaline-fed instincts.

Paz's armor is carbon-scored and there are deep, oozing, bubbling-burnt patches of tar where blaster fire got past plating. There's a few small puddles of the stuff strewn around the room, dribbling down walls, dripping from the arched ceiling.

Green and red blood and viscera paint the lower half of Fennec's face, draping her chest like macabre jewelry. She has gloves to match, and her edges seem to melt like shadows and mirages. It's difficult to tell how much of the gore is her own.

Boba is missing an arm. He's less than bothered by it. There's blood around his mouth, too, though not as much as Fennec wears. He's grinning too wide, again, still high on the violence.

Din, carbon-scored and bruised and maybe some sprains but little else, is the first to ask.

"Where's Cobb?"

It's an expected level of concern at first. Of course Cobb would retreat, run, hide; he was the one holding a baby.

It slowly spirals to outright panic as a half hour passes, an hour, two. The palace is large, but it's becoming more and more likely that Cobb didn't hide: he and their baby must have been taken.

Boba's stump-arm has grown a few fresh inches of skin, the end sealed over with blood-dirty scaled skin. He's recalled his mates from their search of the palace's many nooks, cranies, and depths. Paz returns from below moments after Fennec steps out of a shadowed corner to fall in step with Boba. Din is in the lead, already settled in the hunter's mindset, focused on tracking, looking for the details and mistakes.

They take precious moments to detour to their personal armory; the palace guard and Boba's hunters are all on alert, searching and locking down the premises.

None of them notice the glint of light off grains of sand swirling in the air. Not until--

"The den--!" It could have been any of them. Regardless, they all storm their own suite, take up defensive positions, ready for another fight.

The gossamer curtains on their one enormous window dance. The barely-there flame on Paz's incense, always burning, gutters out, the light smoke picked up and dispersed.

And as the four heart-sore warriors watch in confusion, the localized sandstorm coalesce into a lanky man in a red tunic, a small, armor-wrapled bundle cradled safely in his arms.

"Reckon it's safe now?" Cobb asks, grin crooked even as his eyes dart over his partners' shock-still forms.

(also Cobb is a full-on shapeshifter aight he doesn't show of his skills here but we can have like. krayt dragon!Cobb fucking din bc I say so🤩🥵💦)

#ask&answer #lizardman boba #boba fett #sand spirit cobb #cobb vanth #prompts #ugh this is way too much effort for this lol #monsterfucker au #pazbobadinfenneccobb #this got a tiny bit gory

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battlemastercoffeeco · 2 years

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Canid Cobb reminds me of this one jangobi fic where jango’s a werestrill 😳 it’s uhh. it’s very good.

👀ok wait would Cobb ever shift into a canid form [side note-is this like a full feral form? That’s what I was imagining] and “bully” Din (or Paz) to their knees in order to mount them in a semi public space. just imagining that Cobb’s sneakin round the palace as a canid (SO much more fun) and he comes across Din or Paz and he’s just overcome w the instinct and urge to fuck his mate, to breed.

They might try to dissuade him, (“Cobb! stop, anyone could come by!”) but he’s having None of it. Besides, the whole palace knows at least dins a whore, they probably wouldn’t even look twice. (Well they would. bc who wouldn’t, he DOES look just gorgeous w a knot stuffed in him)

Anyways yeah just,.. Cobb breeding one of his mates in public… once he’s done, he stays on top of them, licking their blissed out face while they milk his knot. Once it goes down, he pulls out and laps up whatever drips out. (Might have to shift to somethin else to be able to carry them back to their bedroom LOL)

🥵🥵🥵 I'm abt to look like an irredeemable pervert but THIS IS THE MONSTERFUCKER CONTENT Y'ALL ASKED FOR

warnings for: monsterfucking in the same vein as werecreatures (debatable beastiality), trans Din, dubcon (but only bc Din wasn't expecting it. if he were to say no Cobb would 💯 back off. idk if it's clear enough but he does consent to what happens.), cunnilingus, and cervix penetration. lmk if I missed anything. oh, semi-public sex.

also: it's worth noting that the follow up to this (as of yet unwritten) features the rest of the pack coming across this. bc Cobb set it up that way. or they're watching on a holofeed or smthn, idk.

It's not exactly strange to see animals wandering the palace of Tatooine's youngest Family. Word has gone around town that Fett's consort has convinced the lord to repurpose on of the two private shipyards on the campus. It now houses a menagerie of sorts, accumulated through deals made with the lord or his seconds.

Contrary to expectations, however, the menagerie boasts few exotic creatures. Instead, the majority of the beast kept in Fett's household are native to Tatooine. Most of them are not even hunting beasts; rather, many of them are the sort that would not survive without sentient intervention, lame or blind or old.

So it's no surprise--to palace regulars, at least--as a frankly enormous womp rat's claws clitter-clack down a wide hall somewhat removed from the more frequented parts of the palace.

"Cobb?" Din calls out into the dim space. The lights have been set to emergency-only in these parts of the palace to save on both power consumption and because the lights generate heat (negligible as it is) and why invite that in the desert?

The intermittent light fixtures give the space an almost liminal feel, just this side of eerie--if you don't have a partner fused with and eldritch entity, that is. Din makes his way down the hall, listening for the shifting of sand, the clatter of claws, footsteps. Cobb's message had said he had a surprise for them, had asked to meet in the vacant northern wing.

No one had been able to raise him on comms, since. The only reason there isn't a full search on is because Fennec, Boba, Paz, and Din had all cleared the entire palace, multiple times, when they set up in the palace.

Skitter-scratch.

Claws on sandstone, mid-to-heavy weight, around the corner at the next intersection.

Probably one of the massiffs, Din thinks.

...it's as good a lead as any. Cobb didn't exactly specify where in the wing he'd be. Maybe the massiff is following his scent; they are inordinately fond of the man, after all. Not that Din can blame them.

Din smiles to himself, thinking of afternoons spent with Cobb amongst Mos Pelgo's most recent litters of weaned massiff pups. He hear the scrabble again, but--behind him?

A chittering-yip of triumph is Din's only warning before a solid weight crashes into his back, toppling him down to his belly.

Raspy giggling, a wet nose snuffling between cape and helmet, enormous, thick-fingered and long-clawed almost-hands balancing heavy weight on his shoulders. Womp rat. Big.

"Atin?" Din asks, thinking of the half-blind female that had wandered halfway up the mountain path before collapsing, half dead. (They found rhe corpse of one of the six-limbed sand lizards that the local Raiders call 'the-burrowing-wrath-that-waits' amongst the slaughtered remains of the rest of the mischief. Fennec had named the womp Atin when they returned to the palace. Adenn had been absolutely smitten with both females.)

The giggles are replaced by a growl, teeth, tugging at Din's cloak. "Okay--" Din says, thinking quickly, but--there's no other womp rats in the palace that are big enough to be that heavy, unless-- "Cobb?"

Pleased chaffing of breath against his neck, one last tug on the cloak. Din laughs as the wet nose returns to his neck. "Alright, alright! Cloak off, I get it," he says, shifting up onto his knees so he can remove the apparently-offending garment. No sooner does he have the cloak bundled up than that nose is back, nudging at the helmet until he removes that, too.

The moment the helmet clears Din's head, it's sent skidding and rolling across the floor as Cobb knocks Din to all-fours.

"Cobb, what--" Din freezes as sharp teeth bracket his nape, grip firm but not breaking skin. "...Cobb?"

A rumble like a thunderstorm--the sound of a happy womp. Not quite a purr but not like anything else, either.

Din stays where he is as the teeth release. He watches as the paws in his vision retreat, Cobb's weight going with them.

He startles when a muzzle shoves against his crotch.

"Fu--COBB!"

With Cobb's muzzle tucked right up against his cunt, nose applying pressure directly to Din's clit, it's difficult to remember that this is a womp rat nosing at him. Within minutes Din knows he's absolutely soaked through his kute, grinding greedily back onto Cobb's snout, biting back moans.

"F-feeling... ad-ffffffventur-rous, hah?" Din manages to get out eventually; Cobb giggle-yips what Din assumes is an affirmative. (It's kind of hard to mistake, given the circumstances.)

"Alright..." Din pants, trying to think. "W-wha--"

Cobb is done talking, if the growl he interrupts Din with is anything to go by. It's also followed by the withdrawal of that warm snout, to be replaced by a broad, thick-fingered paw--

Din groans as the crotch of his flightsuit tears under sharp claws. He yelps as a somewhat rough tongue laves over his folds, dipping between to taste him. Din's hips cant back and he drops to his elbows, riding back onto that inhumanly long, dexterous tongue works him closer and closer to the edge.

"C-cobb, Cobb, hnnn-ah! Ah--ahn--there! TherethereTHERE--!"

Din whines, long and high and deprived, when the tongue withdraws. His thighs are shaking with the need to come, he's so close, so close--

His shrieks echo through the halls as Cobb mounts him in one quick thrust, cock long and narrow and new, unlike anything Din has felt before. Not even Fennec's toy collection has anything that feels like this.

Din shudders and quakes through his orgasm, prolonged by Cobb's erratic thrusts. He's ramming Din's cervix hard enough to make Din wail, unable to stop coming as Cobb rails him with a womp rat's dick.

Din is crying, he feels so good, so embarrassed, so ashamed. Anyone could turn the corner, find him on his knees for what appears to be a wild animal. Sure, this wing isn't in use, but there's storage rooms that get accessed as needed, occasional patrols that pass through.

And here is Din, on his knees like an animal, getting fucked, getting bred like a womp bitch in heat, and loving every second of it.

Cobb's thrusts, erratic and uncontrolled, get faster, harder. That's all the warning Din gets.

He shrieks again, wails, howls as something about Cobb's cock changes inside him, widening before it's rammed against his cervix one more time and--

This time, it pushes through and locks in place, hot fluid pumping directly into Din's womb.

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I have decided!! that womp rats are essentially space hyenas!!!! bc I said so!!!!

also: not only do female spotted hyenas have pseudopenises, but the males' glans inflates like a knot! hyenas are fuckin weird and I love the lil bastards.

the things I learn for fanfiction 🙈

#monsterfucker au #ask&answer #dincobb #pazbobadinfenneccobb #cubi din #dom/sub elements #eldritch paz #fennec's toys #(s)inspiration #sand spirit cobb

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bellsyafterdark · 2 years

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I imagine an early pack + Cobb gettogether involves Cobb trying to tell the others just how badass Din was while taking out the krayt except Din keeps trying to brush off the compliments. He stops once Paz gets him in his lap, stuffed with a few fingers, and alternating rubbing and pinching his clit every time he tries to interrupt though.

Cobb keeps stumbling over his words and forgetting where he was up to in his story, Paz and the others just watch expectantly waiting for him to continue, Cobb's cheeks burning each time Paz's wrist subtly flexes buried two fingers deep to the knuckle between Din's legs, cupping him in his palm, that thumb gliding over his clit, and Din tenses, chest puffing with a sharp gasp, thinning to a quiet whine--

"Keep going, Marshall," Paz says. "He won't interrupt you again."

#ball and chain au #pazdin #cobbdin #pazbobadinfennec #pazbobadinfenneccobb #pazdincobb

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bellsyafterdark · 2 years

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Inspired by all the pretty dincobb art

Paz has been distracted.

It concerns Din, but he resists saying anything at first. They've all been working hard at their communication and Din trusts Paz will share whatever is on his mind when he's ready. Things come to a head the day Din travels to Freetown ahead of his alphas.

Boba and Fennec were growing to enjoy their newest playmate so they're annoyed when Paz intervenes one morning, catching their wrists as Boba and Fennec are about to leave bed.

"Din should go alone," Paz says. "We have too much work to do."

It's a clear excuse. Fennec murdered all their competition short weeks ago and the modders have been coordinating the town's rebuilding effort almost single-handed.

"I thought you enjoyed the last time he joined us," Boba frowns.

"I did."

"So, why don't you want him to see him? Don't think he hasn't noticed," Fennec says.

Paz is quiet for a long moment, an emotion coloured like guilt passing over his expression. He seems distracted by the pots of the decorative ferns by the doors. "I think Din should see him alone. But the Marshall should not come to the palace anymore."

Fennec and Boba stare at him until the meaning sinks in.

"You're swearing us off him, too?" Fennec scowls, affronted. "I was so gentle with him!"

There's red high in Paz's cheeks but his look is determined. His voice is firm. "The Marshall is an upstanding leader. Straightforward. Principled."

Boba shares a bemused look with Fennec. "That's why we like him, cyare. A man of integrity." Honestly, Boba had considered more than once asking the Marshall if he would ever turn his eyes toward governing a place bigger than a halfway port like Freetown. Boba still wondered if he was suited to this work of ruling and administration. The prospect of handing it over to someone with the right skills, values and inclination was a growing temptation.

Cobb Vanth could do it.

Paz nods, briefly meeting Boba's eyes but unable to hold his gaze. "He's the only one of us who hasn't hurt Din."

The temperature in the suite drops by degrees. The room has fallen so quiet, the hum of the bacta tank kicking over its power saving mode is audible. The smile has faded from Boba's face.

Fennec's voice is cold, eyes hard. "What are you trying to say, Paz?"

"Let Din see him--"

"He's free, we don't need to let him do anything," Fennec argues.

Paz continues. "-- I don't want Cobb here. The less influence we have on him, the better. I want better for Din. He deserves...."

The implicit judgment is left hanging in the cold space between them: Cobb Vanth is a good person. Upstanding. Integrity. Unlike the rest of them, he probably wouldn't know how to hurt Din if he tried.

Boba is deeply hurt. Hadn't he demonstrated his regret enough for Paz's satisfaction? Was Paz not convinced that the three of them, Paz himself, would do everything in their power to avoid or swiftly correct that ever again?

Did Paz not trust them?

"Well." Fennec stands, tone icy. Her hands brush down her front, meticulous and stiff. "That's a fine way to start the day." She scowls but Boba recognises the hurt she covers with brittle spite. "Fuck you, Paz."

She storms from their private suite, boots pounding the stone. Boba is slower to rise. The gravity of learning how Paz really sees them feels like a weighted shackle closing around his heart.

Paz sighs, palming the back of his neck.

Boba watches the motion, numb. "Do you want us to let Din go?"

Paz stiffens, eyes glinting, hard and bright. "Never."

"Then I don't understand."

Paz sighs. "I... want Din to have someone safe. At least one."

That shackle closes tighter. Boba almost forgets to breathe. He nods. He can't blame Paz. Boba certainly blames himself, but... he'd hoped....

"I'm sorry you think so little of us."

It was foolish to hope anyway.

His feet lead him away, numb, he vaguely hears Paz call for him, tone weary. He does not stop. He has a lot to think about.

#ball and chain au #pazbobadinfenneccobb #pazbobadinfennec

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battlemastercoffeeco · 2 years

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I'm sorry SORRY did you just say wax play that is-- my earliest, closest to my heart, waythrowback (it's so vanilla to me now I don't even think about it anymore but the potential is still hhhh) kink and SORRY can I hear more please ;;

WAX PLAY IS TO DIE FOR AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

vanilla? psha only if you consider the careful pinpoint igniting of nerves at random intervals vanilla, if you consider the massively hedonistic sensory play involved vanilla, or if you think playing with literal fire is vanilla

I love it, I want it, there's not enough of it 😤😤😤😤 and when it does show up half the time it's DANGEROUS bc ppl are IDIOTS who won't educate themselves! you cannot just use regular ass candles!!! that way lies b u r n s of the Emergency Medical Help nature!!!!!!

wow but that got me mad for a minute 😅

but yeah, now I'm gonna write a romantic candlelit dinner where Din is the kinky centerpiece and also desert. any suggestions to pad the outline would be Great 👍

#monsterfucker au #ask&answer #pazbobadinfenneccobb #fennec's toys #dom/sub elements

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battlemastercoffeeco · 2 years

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• Din who's gone through monster puberty going out to Freetown on business

○ (aka Boba giving him a job as an excuse for Din to get out of the palace for a bit bc he's going a little stir crazy and hasn't had a chance to visit Cobb in a while)

• winding up stuck for a few days by a surprise sandstorm

○ (which Cobb definitely doesn't know about, it's totally a coincidence he thinks Din could use a break😇)

○ (Boba suggested the sandstorm)

#monsterfucker au #sand spirit cobb #pazbobadinfennec #pazbobadinfenneccobb #dincobb #outline

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bellsyafterdark · 2 years

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

And then the conversation about Cobb happens.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's not who he wants to be.

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

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

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

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

#ball and chain au #pazbobadinfennec #pazbobadinfenneccobb #yes BM i incorporated your recent Paz is Boba's puppy hcs #bobapaz

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bellsyafterdark · 2 years

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Din's anchor chained to a sybian between Boba's knees during court.

his comms are off but he's loud enough to be heard thru the helmet anyway.

Fennec and Boba and Paz have his internal comm on low-volume for safety.

it might be broadcasted to Cobb, possibly as audio-only.

fucking hell 💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦

#no thots just 🥵💦#ball and chain au #pazbobadinfennec #pazbobadinfenneccobb #cw sybian #cw d/s themes

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battlemastercoffeeco · 2 years

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I completely missed the cheeky reference to shapeshifter Cobb as a krayt dragon railing Din at the bottom of that post are you fucking kidding me 🙇🏾‍♀️🔥🔥🔥

lol I didn't want to spoil the surprise putting that in the notes at the top 😆 but YES CAN YOU IMAGINE???? like,,, Cobb can 💯 make himself a smaller (minivan sized? 🤔) krayt that is a Challenging but Manageable size for Din. or literally any animal on Tattooine.

also Cobb and Paz bond over amorphous eldritch nonsense. Cobb's sand Does Not get used as anything but restraints, they made that mistake Once 😂😂😂

#monsterfucker au #sand spirit cobb #pazbobadinfenneccobb #eldritch paz #trans din djarin #vampire fennec #lizardman boba

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battlemastercoffeeco · 2 years

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Maybe to introduce Cobb, Din’s pack called him there bc they all need to go on various missions and Garsa is busy. Din eats better when he’s with someone he trusts, and he may or may not have let Cobb bend him over in appreciation after the Krayt dragon. Cobb is of course eager to see Din again and is shocked and happy about the changes he’s gone through. His compliments and sweet talk are the perfect appetizer for Din.

yet another great addition for the horngry!Din piece. I've lowkey back burner'd Cobb at the moment bc I'm still putting together the ot4's uhhh timeline? of how they got to where we've gotten them. he is simply Sir Not Appearing Yet.

lbr Din would let any of his partners bend him over, no thanks needed. I think he and Cobb probably switch more than Din and the others, but it's still more often Cobb in control. I really like the imagery and dynamic of Din topping him once he's more confident post-monster puberty 🔥🔥🔥🔥

#monsterfucker au #ask&answer #pazbobadinfennec #cubi din #pazbobadinfenneccobb #ngl i am 💯 for the polyam but it's Hard to write more than 4 #i already feel like i relegate paz to 4th wheeling and boba to indulgent observer #why do i keep focusing on fennecdin?#i just think shes neat

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bellsyafterdark · 2 years

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Most of the visitors to the palace, friendly or not, have enough sense to not attack the baby. The one who does try waits until Cobb's around and carrying her because they figure he's the least dangerous (considering the other options are a mandalorian, a giant mandalorian, a legendary bounty hunter, and legendary assassin, or a wookie gladiator). And sure, he probably is the least dangerous of them. Doesn't mean trying to hurt his baby is going to end well.

(apologies in advance, I haven't read Cobb's novels so I don't know how well he does or does not deal with babies)

Cobb doesn't get the opportunity to visit as often as he would like, so when he does, he makes it worthwhile.

The palace is in a flurry when he arrives in the early morning, Boba's staff and guard have at least doubled since Cobb was last in town. Business must be good.

"Cobb Vanth, Marshall of Mos Pelgo," the stickly, white droid announces him before he's even finished descending the stair.

Across the throne room, huddled around that high chair of ostentation, Fennec and Boba straighten, rounding in surprise.

"You're early," Boba says.

Fennec frowns, scanning him. "You're alone?"

Cobb blinks, taken aback at their sharp manner. His lips pull in a bemused smile. "Hell of a greeting."

Fennec arches a sharp eyebrow at him and Boba strolls across the room, arms open. Cobb accepts the one-armed clasp of his forearm, allowing Boba to draw him into a hug, firm though brief. Boba knows how to avoid the hard edges of the armour they both shared from digging into Cobb's sternum, and he appreciates it.

Over Boba's shoulder, Fennec's eyes narrow and Cobb doesn't know what he's already done wrong. He just got here! Her gaze drops and glances away, climbing the walls with that terse line of her mouth and he thinks maybe it's not about him.

"My apologies." Boba squeezes his shoulder and smiles so indulgently, few people in the galaxy would probably believe Cobb if he told them. This was the infamous bounty hunter who wore Cobb's armour before him? This was Mos Eisley's top dog? "We've experienced some incursions on our territory. I'm wary for the family and our allies."

Cobb briefly wonders which he is: family or ally?

"Incursions?" he asks, instead.

"The Pykes' numbers are growing and the other families are getting nervous. It's not safe outside the palace," Fennec says. "You should stay here tonight until we can spare a retinue to escort you back."

Cobb doesn't know whether to be touched they want to protect him or offended they don't think he can protect himself. "Listen, I... appreciate--"

"Good, you're here," another voice says.

Cobb stumbles back from the mountain of blue beskar that blurs past him into the throne room, scrambling to catch the squirming bundle deposited in his arms.

Paz stops, catching his arm to right him. "You can watch her, right?"

Cobb gapes from the head of Boba's security to the chubby baby writhing against her swaddling, mouth gaping in a yawn. Settling in the cradle of his arms, large brown eyes blink up at Cobb and her button nose scrunches with suspicion.

His face splits in a broad smile. Just who he'd been hoping to see. "Hey, princess."

She's heavier than she looks. Cobb knows he's going to get a workout by the time he hands her back. Must be those big bones and she's compact with muscle, but looking between Paz and Boba that still doesn't give Cobb a clue to who gave her the other slice of DNA. Might as well have been both of them.

"She's already fed and I've changed her. She shouldn't give you trouble." Paz slaps his upper arm and continues on his way. "Stay within the palace. We're not taking any chances."

Cobb gently bounces the baby and looks between her three other parents gathering around that throne looking mighty serious. Well, he assumes as much for Paz, one can never tell with that bucket on his head. "Din coming?"

"Should be on his way," Paz calls back. "If you head to our rooms, you should meet him."

Pausing on the step of the coiling stair, Cobb addresses the tension in the air. "You sure ain't nothing else I can help with?"

Fennec nods, a confirmation and dismissal. "Keep her safe. This palace is fortified but watch your back. Every armour has its weaknesses."

Eyebrows raising, Cobb sucks in a breath and slowly, delicately, makes his exit. "Okay...."

The Gamorreans snap back into position behind him, axes extended, startling him.

"What did I miss, hey, darlin'?" Cobb murmurs to the baby trying to negotiate her arms out of Paz's swaddling and mewling in discomfort. In his opinion, she's getting too big for it. He helps her, smiling when her expression relaxes with a huff of relief, and brings her up against his shoulder to ease the climb.

There are a lot of steps and a lot of levels to ascend. Cobb passes the climb engaged with his conversation partner.

"... As soon as I saw that armour, I knew it was the only thing worth having on that barge...."

Snickt.

"Ghurk!"

Cobb blinks and peers down the stairwell's coil, just in time to see two of the modder kids glance up from the level below. Motion from the corner draws his eye. Was that... the boot of a body being dragged away?

The redhead waves and her friend with the eye mod salutes him. The girl pockets a blade in her belt. "Morning, Marshall!"

Cobb returns the two-fingered salute as the pair bound away with a spring in their step. That was weird. But... okay.

The baby on his shoulder babbles, chubby hand smacking his clavicle as though to say keep moving.

Three more levels pass and Cobb has just gotten to the part of his story where he shot down those Nicto invaders of his town in a blaze of anxiety and glory when a vicious roar makes him back up a few steps to peer down the level he had just passed. This level was deserted last Cobb heard, and being redressed for Boba's new recruits. At the far end of the hall, the unmistakable figure of Black Krrsantan towers over a crumpled figure. Oh no.

"Hey! Santos!"

The wookie looks back over his shoulder and his eyes narrow at the man hurrying to descend the stair.

"Everything okay? Is that--"

Krrsantan snarls and waves him off, no-- up, a curdled series of barks and snarls that a long-neglected part of Cobb's brain scrambles to translate.

Go. We keep safe. Take her.

Krrsantan lowers to snatch his victim by the front of their vest and stalks off, dragging them after him like a ragdoll, limbs slack and groaning.

Oo-oo-okay, so maybe the threat was more real and immediate than Cobb was led to believe. He hastens his climb after that, almost breaking into a run. More commotion dogs his steps as he ascends, the affronted, mechanised squeal of what could only be a droid, and he does not stop to investigate.

The private chambers shared by Fett's pack are at the very top of the palace which Cobb has never resented until this moment when he has the most precious cargo grumbling at him for being jostled, his lungs and muscles burning from the climb.

He barrels through the steel doors to their private chambers and almost catches a blaster shot to the face.

Standing by the bacta pod, Din lowers his blaster, posture relaxing at the sight of his visitor. He is already dressed in his beskar armour and helmet and looks like he had been fastening his boots.

"Cobb. You're early. We didn't--"

Cobb shuts and locks the doors behind him one-handed, clutching the baby to his chest. "Din, there are killers in your house."

"Yes. That's why you're here."

Cobb leans back against the doors and stares at Din with incredulous disbelief. "What? You told me to come celebrate the kid's three month milestone!"

"Yes." Din holsters his blaster with a flourish, crossing the room and picking up a long spear on his way, twirling it round to magnetise to his back. "Celebrate. Keep her alive. Same thing."

"I think your people took down three assassins on my way just up from the throne room!"

"Good. They're doing their job."

Against Cobb's chest, the baby squirms with an interested squeal, craning back for her other parent. Cobb yelps, quickly adjusting her weight when she almost spills out of his arms.

"Din. I'm worried you're not more worried about this."

Din cocks his head, catching one of his daughter's hands and rubbing her little fingers with his thumb. "You could hand her back if you're uncomfortable. Of the two of us, I have more experience fighting with a kid on my hip." He chuckles, to Cobb's rising distress. "I trust you. I trust our people. I asked you to come because I didn't want you targeted as leverage. People know you're associated with us."

Cobb blinks, processing. "Th-they do?" How much do they know?

Din's other hand comes up to cradle the back of his head tenderly. "They know. Rumours spread that you're our weak link."

Cobb tries not to pout for his bruised pride, but his brain latches unhelpfully, hopefully onto the use of 'our'.

"But we know better."

Cobb sighs. "It's okay, Din, I've heard worse."

"Carry her for me. Stay by my side. I'll keep you safe."

Cobb frowns, glancing to the sheer curtains dancing in the morning breeze and wishing, not for the first time, that those windows weren't quite so open. "For how long?"

Din squeezes his nape, hand sinking to close on his shoulder. "Stay the day at least and tonight... we'll talk about it."

The little one successfully pushes high enough against Cobb's chest to latch onto Din's gauntlet and swiftly attaches herself mouth first, drooling and triumphant. Cobb's arms encircle her closer.

"All right. Tonight."

Din leans in and rests their foreheads together with silent gratitude.

#ball and chain au #pazbobadinfenneccobb #i hc cobb can understand some wookie bc he encountered other wookie slaves in his past #cobbdin #this was originally meant to be much more comedic of bodies dropping without cobb's notice in the bg #but i cannot write comedy XD

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