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Din Djarin was invincible.
He was barely twenty but he was his covert's beroya, a powerful man who'd risen above his station. Omegas like him weren't supposed to amount to anything, not like he'd amounted to. Everything about his position flew in the face of the underlying social structures every group of humans across the stars held true.
He “should” be at the covert, hidden away underground, mated and making more Mandalorians. There was one other omega in the covert and that was his station, a life underground, like that. Din did not judge him, no, that would have been cruel.
It just wasn't the life Din wanted, the life Din craved.
And now he was beroya, the only one in the covert, the one who'd provide for them. It was him who had been deemed strong enough and fast enough and smart enough to be the one who made sure everyone could eat and replace their clothes and bedding and everything else.
He was invincible.
Well, he was invincible most of the time.
Like this, blindsided by his heat like someone who did not count the days, he was miserable.
He spent almost all of it adrift in space, laying on the floor or wherever it felt coolest. He hadn't been prepared, hadn't brought what he'd needed to help himself through it so he'd fucked himself raw with some pretty questionable objects.
His head had provided with images of someone fucking him as if that would help. He wanted nothing more than for someone to find him and fuck him over and over. He wanted someone to fill him.
He wanted someone else to take control so he could spend his heat completely out of his mind.
He'd called out only one name the entire time. He was pretty sure he'd be hearing echoes of his own desperation his entire life, that one damned name making him face his own deepest desires...
...for someone who'd only ever challenged him to fights as if hoping to prove Din was not worthy of filling a position that an alpha was supposed to fill.
Din's heat-addled brain wanted him specifically, this Mandalorian alpha who Din was fairly sure only wanted to usurp him.
It was the challenge he presented, honestly.
Din had bested this particular alpha over and over. Din was faster. Din was better at things that required a slight of hand. Din was able to use his small stature to maneuver better. By all reason, the alpha should have been humiliated by the sheer number of times Din had bested him on principle.
And yet, the alpha kept coming back for more.
Din wanted so badly to have the tables turned on him. He wanted to submit to that particular alpha. Nobody else.
Just him.
On the fifth day when his heat finally, finally broke he dragged himself to his feet, let his tiny excuse of a sonic get him clean, and then scrubbed the Razor Crest from top to bottom to get the smell out.
He banished all the thoughts of that alpha mounting him and claiming him as his own as he cleaned.
He promised himself he'd be smarted next time. He'd count the days like it, too, was a part of his religion. He'd find suppressants, maybe. Hopefully? Yeah, hopefully.
He was beroya. He had work to do. Heat couldn't get in the way like this again.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, though, he knew this was going to happen again eventually.