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lemonandpeachess · 3 years

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Small Moments

Pairing: Wrecker x Female Reader

Rating: G

Word Count:2,220

Summary: You and the squad have a little bit of downtime before completing a job from Cid. This time allow you to think ahead for the future of the squad, and of Omega.

AN: I hope you all enjoy! This is my first bit of writing in a long time so we’re keeping it pretty simple. xx

Gif credits to the owner <3

The noise was no stranger to you, the deep and seemingly endless drumming above your head. An icy coolness slips into your skin underneath your clothes, your eyes slipping shut at the sensation. While for the most part you enjoy your time on the ship with your crew and it feels just as much of a home as you could ask for, it did have its drawbacks. The closest thing to a simple rainfall you got to experience while cruising through space were meteor showers, and landing in the middle of one of those was not the most relaxing experience. You feel a small, hand wrap itself into your own, giving it a small squeeze. Your eyes cast down and you smile at the sweet brown eyes peering up at you from beneath wet, blonde curls. Omega has her hood over her head, holding down the side with her opposite hand against the wind.

“I sort of missed the rain (y/n).” She says, looking up at the sky and smiling, the raindrops sprinkling down on the two of you. You lift your head back up, sticking out your tongue. Omega looks at you, her brow furrowed. “What are you doing?”

“Catching raindrops. You can do it with snowflakes too. We used to do it on my home planet when I was small.” The tiny clone follows your actions, laughing as she lets go of your hand and makes a show of running around you, catching the water droplets from above.

You were thankful that for both the sake of you and the squad, and for Omega herself, that she had taken the business of being a part of the team so seriously. The young one dove into everything that was ever handed to her, from Hunter’s hand to hand combat routines, to Tech and Echo’s near constant technological learning. She was a fighter, and a determined one at that.

Your heart was heavy at times however, thinking about how she was still a child. She should be able to enjoy the things children enjoy. The sweet, small things that with adulthood and the burdens of growing up, we all tended to forget and appreciate. You took it upon yourself to make your training for Omega to be how enjoy things she could not before, to make her feel like she wasn’t restricted, or stripped of her curiosity. You encouraged it.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, my data shows that the atmosphere on this planet coupled with the local vegetation means excessive consumption of precipitation could lead to harmful side effects.” Tech says as he walks past, guiding his scanner around you as he too gets off the ship. You purse your lips and look down at your small companion once more, chuckling.

“Bit of rain won’t hurt you.” Hunter says as he comes up behind the two of you, handing Omega her small backpack you had found for her at a market during your last job for Cid. You wanted her to have something of her own and found some amenities to put in it as well. Some new fresh clothes, and a small toolkit among other things, including her beloved clone trooper doll. “We should get inside though. Cid said we can stay at her camp here before we continue to the other side of the planet for the exchange tomorrow. We can’t proceed until late morning at least. Best to get some rest while we can.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice Sarge.” Wrecker yells from the belly of the ship. You hear his footsteps as he barrels down the gangway and feel him join you both. He grabs your own pack from your shoulder and puts it over his own, its size shrinking against his broad form. “You and the kid take your time, beautiful. I can take our stuff inside.”

“Wreck I can take that, it’s just a few things.” You laugh, grabbing for your pack. He dodges your efforts and keeps walking forward, turning to wink at you as he follows his brothers. You huff out another laugh and lead Omega towards the cleared path in the forest. “Well, I guess I’ll just escort you then my lady. I’ll get you settled in in Hunter’s room before I join them so we can go over the mission details for tomorrow.”

“Can’t I be there? I want to know what’s going on tomorrow too!” Omega asks, her shoulders slumping down a moment under her cloak. You squeeze her hand and nod.

“Alright Omega, you can come with me. We’ll drop your pack off and then find our way. Just be weary. I’m not sure what kind of mission this will be or what Hunter’s plans for you are. This may be one you need to sit out, for all I know the both of us might be sticking behind. You’re a part of the squad so I see no issue of you being there. Just be ready to play the part Hunter and the others have planned.” You tell her. Thankfully, Hunter had begun to allow her a little more freedom with her involvement in missions. There were still runs Cid sent you on however that weren’t worth the risk.

“I promise I will!” She says, saluting you. You look ahead as a clearing broke out of the path and you see a glassed-in observatory style station come into view. It looked like a two-story home, perfectly rectangular in shape. The walls were made completely of glass, save for the metal framing around the edges and planforms, holding the building above the ground. You imagined the views of the forest were breathtaking from inside. You had to give it to her, Cid had taste.

“(y/n)? Can I ask just one question before we go in?”

“Go on Omega, I’m listening.” You answer, still looking towards your quarters for the night.

“What are snowflakes?” ***** You sigh as you enter the code to your keypad Wrecker directly behind you as you all retired to your rooms after the mission briefing. Omega left in happy spirits with Hunter as he had a part for her to play in this mission, the situation being a simple drop-off of supplies with payment, nothing too messy. Since Omega had paid off all your debt with Cid, you were able to stick to more low-profile jobs while you figured out a new plan regarding Omega’s safety and the unsettling end of the war.

“The kid seemed happy that she has a job to do with us. I like when she’s able to come out in the field with us.” Wrecker says, starting to take off his uniform. You cross your arms over your chest, still a little chilled from the rain as you look out. You were right before, as the whole building, including your room, was surrounded by windows. Thick, one-way, bulletproof windows, as Tech made sure to point out, given who owned it. It really was a beautiful sight.

The view made it easy to look out into the forest, the leaves on the branches, bright from the rain and crisp air. The foliage swayed back and forth with the wind, creating the most soothing hushing sound, mother natures lullaby. Accompanied of course by what had to be some type of owls, their deep calls coming from their nests in the surrounding trees. Open space had a soothing effect to most. It’s infinite darkness with specks of light, but to you, it was far too quiet. No outside noises penetrated the thick hull of the Havoc Marauder, only the synthetic beeps and whirs of the engines going off in the night could soothe you in the deafening moments.

“I know that ain’t true, you smacked me in the face with your pillow the other night cause you said I was snorin’ too loudly.” Wrecker points out, lifting his chest piece over his head, his upper body now free of the extra weight. You hadn’t realized that you were thinking out loud, though you often did it around Wrecker. He was your partner, for a couple years now. Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, and Echo you trusted with your life. With Wrecker, you trusted him with your life and your heart. You take his chest piece from his hand and set it in the trunk he had carried in along with your bag. “

That is different!” You laugh, coming back to take the final pieces of his suit, leaving him just in his black thermal set. You lay the final piece into the trunk and sit on a chair that faces the windows. “This place reminds me of things I love. The birds, the trees, the smell of the rain. You can’t find that in space big guy. I’m glad we’re able to take Omega with us to these different planets and worlds. It’s important she knows about the world and everything in it. Good and bad. I just try my bests to let her see the good to remember during those bad times. She’s going to have to fight for a lot in her life, an unfair amount…”

“Hey, listen-“You feel Wrecker stand behind you, putting one hand on your shoulder and gesturing for your other one. You put your hand in his and bring the warm top side of his to your lips, kissing it gently. His hands dwarfed your own, as he did most parts of you. You were always safe when you were with him, and you knew if he wasn’t near, it wouldn’t take much to have him barreling towards you at any moment when you needed him. “We’re gonna look after Omega. We made it this far, I’ll stand in front of anyone that tries to hurt her… Or take her away.”

“I know you would Wreck, we all would. She just adores and admires you all.” You say, his fingers grazing your cheek as you speak. You were honest too. If your run in with the bounty hunters wasn’t enough, you knew in your heart that child was probably the most protected thing in the galaxy.

“She likes you a lot too ya know. She tells me all the time.”

“Does she?” You smile to yourself. The word ‘love’ was seldom used around the ship, usually only regarding Mantell mix by a select few. The feeling was always present of course, the brothers all loved each other, and as the time went on, it extended to both yourself and Omega as well. Wrecker had told you after he told you he loved you for the first time in your relationship, that it was the first time he had said it to someone in such a way.

“She does. She thinks your beautiful, and smart and kind. I like her, she’s a smart kid.” Wrecker lets go of your hand and comes around to the front of your chair. You barely have a moment to look up before he picks you up into his arms like you were nothing, carrying you to the plush bed that was made up in the middle of the room. He sets you down gently and crawls into bed with you.

“Cause I think you’re beautiful, kind, and smart too.”

You laugh and prop yourself up a little more as Wrecker settles beside you, who is also sitting up to look at you. You extend your hand and cradle his face in your hand, your thumb brushing along his cheekbone. Before you can reply you feel a yawn manifest in your throat before it escapes, your hand covering your mouth as you try and keep your gaze on your favourite trooper.

“Am I that boring?” He chuckles. You swing your legs back over the edge of the bed, starting to unhook your boots. Wrecker gets up from the bed again and walks to your pack, grabbing your sleep pants from it.

“No Wreck of course not. I’m sorry, I just feel really tired suddenly.” You reply, pulling off your boots and setting them beside the bed, keeping them close just in case. You feel his hands slip under your shirt and you let him lift the fabric from your body, leaving you in just a worn sports bra. As you wiggle out of your tactical pants, he hands you the black sweatpants and you slip them on, relishing in the feel of the soft fabric. You never seem to realize how tired your body is until you properly stop for a moment.

“It’s okay baby, it’s been a while since we had a break. Even when we do, you’re always doing something for us, or for Omega.” He says, joining you in bed again. You lay back on his chest, relaxing into him as you look out the array of windows and out into the wilderness around you. You wished you had time to explore more, and to enjoy your time there, but you could already feel sleep tugging you down, not being helped by Wrecker’s fingers grazing up and down you arm.

“I know- but I still wish we had some extra time. We haven’t had a lot of time together either, just the two of us. I’m sorry I’m wasting it.” You sigh, fingers dancing over his chest.

“Don’t worry (y/n).” Wrecker takes his arm around you and rolls you onto his chest, almost laying you almost on top of him, kissing that spot on your neck that makes your heart thrum. “There’s always the morning. You know how much I like breakfast.”

#bad batch x reader #wrecker x reader #wrecker #female reader #lapbadbatch #fluff

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nakunakunomi · 3 years

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Hey there! Hope you are doing okay and congrats on the anniversary 💛 could I please ask for ❤ and ☔ for Killer. Thank youuu!!

Hiya! Thank you!! I was waiting for Killer to come in! Hope you enjoy this one <3

A small crew on a big ship means everyone has to work hard to keep her afloat when storms hit. The Victoria Punk has been with you through many a storm yet, but that didn't mean she needed some help here and there when it got really bad.

it was almost a fun game at this point, the crew against the weather and the ocean, and you guys won most of the time. The most important task was making sure the captain didn't topple overboard cause in that case Killer needed to jump after him, and in this weather, that wasn't the most ideal way for the evening to go.

By the time everything that needed to be secured was secured properly, and you could all go inside to warm up, you were absolutely soaked. You looked over at Killer and did your best to suppress a snicker, even his goatee looked soaked and sad.

You followed him to his room, both of you peeling off the stickiest of clothes and changing into something dry and warm. When the door was locked securely, Killer took off his mask, and shook his head, water drops splashing around, effectively making you wet again as well.

You laughed and threw a towel at his face, grabbing another one to dry you off a bit more as well. Killer leaned back against the headboard, his hair hanging over his shoulders in front of him, and you assumed your usual position. After showers and baths, he'd let you help dry his hair. Nature's showers that often came in the form of storms, were no exceptions. It was a ritual that always happened in silence, the atmosphere relaxed as you realized that this was one of the rare moments Killer was unmasked and relaxed, and you were able to live that moment with him.

You must've been too obvious in your thoughts, Killer inquiring why you had a 'dumb smile' on your face. You leaned forward to kiss him, only to mysteriously smile some more.

"I'm happy I get to do this with you. I am happy you trust me. I love you"

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#One piece #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer #kid pirates #scenario #one piece killer #one piece imagine #minimysteryevent #1y event #fluff #cute #arkanfire #romance

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canvas-the-florist · 3 years

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The Store Doesn’t Have Butter

Ship: Romantic Moceit, Platonic DLAMPR (they’re all just friends, y’know?)

Warnings: Temporary main character death, blood (not in detail), swearing, vague jokes about sex, guns, injuries, suffocation mention, car accident, depictions of a depressive episode, food, there is a lot of death in this one folks be safe :)

Summary: Patton’s just having a day filled with surprises and mishaps! But he won’t let that stop him from having a good time.

Word Count: 10.4K

Patton wakes up to a happy song playing on his phone and his husband asleep next to him. He stopped the alarm, sitting up and stretching. Janus mumbled and turned to his side to look up at Patton tiredly. Patton greeted him with a smile and a kiss on the forehead, going to get out of bed to start the day. Janus grabbed his arm softly, almost complaining incoherently.

“We do this every morning, love. Can’t I just go make breakfast without you fussing about?” He asked as he reached for his glasses with his free hand and put them on.

Janus let go of Patton, squinting his eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He sat up, letting the blankets fall off his chest and onto his lap. “We have never had this conversation before.”

“Sure, Jan.” With one last kiss on the cheek, Patton sat up and got dressed. Janus slowly followed suit. Patton brushed out his curls and grabbed his head of hair to get a short ponytail. The shorter hairs would fall out, which Janus would call adorable, but it annoyed Patton greatly. The compromise was a few brightly colored barrettes. Janus fixed up his own hair beside him. “Dang Janus, I think we look pretty good today!”

Janus raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “Yes, sure. Very fetching.” He looked like he wanted to say more but was cut off by an alarm on his watch. Janus put on his hat and walked out to the front door. “I must be off dear! If I don’t return by seven, assume that I have been kidnapped by my horrible fellow employees.”

Patton leaned against the wall next to the door. “Don’t be mean! It can’t be that bad to work with Roman and Logan, can it?”

His eyes turned dark from whatever he had experienced. “It really can.” Janus lightened up and opened the door. “Well, goodbye Patton! Remember to buy butter!”

The door closed and Patton was left with his own devices. He started by watering the plants, feeding the cat, feeding the turtle, drinking a glass of water, and feeding that murder of crows that started following the couple around a few months ago. Patton sat down on the concrete of the patio in the backyard. A few crows dropped random shiny things before flying off. He watched for a moment before picking them up, hoping to make an interesting necklace from them. Patton dropped them in a small plastic bag before moving to other things he needed to do. He didn’t have work on Mondays, so that’s when he preferred to do groceries and other errands.

It was slightly windy out, causing Patton’s cardigan to drift updraft. He gave the world a smile before walking around. A plane went by, supposedly going down towards the airport. He saw a woman chasing a dog with a leash running wild and helped her out. A group of kids were walking to school. And then he reached the grocery store. Patton went in only needing four things: Butter, bread, eggs, and bagels. He left with seven. They were out of butter too. Walking out, the wind seemed to have simmered down which he was very grateful for.

The walk back was always more frustrating. People were going to their jobs or having a day out with their families. Which meant doing the ten minute walk home with easily squishable foods was a lot more difficult. Patton was humming a song to himself when a biker collided with him, dropping the food.

“Ah, sorry man!” The person apologized.

“It’s okay!” Patton reassured, helping them up. “It’s just food. Are you alright though? That was quite the fall!”

“Oh- yeah! That was nothing.” They grabbed their bike. “Sorry about the eggs though. Have a good one!”

“You too!” Patton looked down at the food. The breads would be fine but half of the eggs had cracked and spilled over everything. He took out the carton and threw it away in the nearest trash can he could find before heading home. The cat lovingly named, Ladle, mewed at him loudly begging for attention. Janus didn’t want Ladle at first, insisting that Patton’s cat allergy was something important, but she quickly made him love her. Patton gave her a few scratches under her chin before sitting down on the couch. Ladle jumped up next to him before making her way to sleep on the windowsill. “Gosh Ladle, today has been an ordeal!”

She ignored him but he didn’t really mind. Talking to her was really just a thing for himself. Patton took a breath and decided to make lunch. Despite knowing that Janus’s lunch break wasn’t actually two hours long, Patton knew he would be on the bar stool for that duration before returning to work late. The door opened up and Patton finished making the second sandwich. Just on time.

“Hey dear! You really need to stop skipping work for-” Patton stopped as he looked up. “Oh, Roman! I didn’t expect to see you here…”

The man was covered in blood and seemed shell shocked. Roman looked over at Patton who was taking off his apron and getting a rag wet under the sink. “Pat… I’m so sorry.” Patton’s face fell before he continued but blinked away any fear and started cleaning up Roman’s face. “Logan and I, we tried to stop what happened but… Janus died.”

Patton clenched his fist around the rag and put it to his side, dropping it to the floor. He took a breath in but it broke as he felt his face warm under tears. Ladle meowed loudly in concern but Patton ignored it. Roman sat him down on the couch and hugged him. The rest of the day was a blur. He vaguely remembered letting Roman borrow some of his clothes so he could shower and clean up. Patton spent the rest of the day with a cat on his chest and the cucumber sandwiches completely forgotten.

Eventually Roman got Patton to drink some water and left him alone in the dark. Patton stared up at the ceiling. He wasn’t crying anymore, but his face left evidence of his sobbing. None of it felt real. It was supposed to be fine. But the problems kept coming. Ladle jumped off his chest and he made his way to the bed. The bed sheets were still messy from that morning. Patton collapsed down on his husband’s side of the bed and surrounded himself with the comforter. The wind was almost completely gone so the only sounds outside were people’s dogs and a few birds. He turned to lay on his back and fell asleep.

Patton wakes up to a happy song playing on his phone and his husband asleep next to him. He gasps and shoots upward with a start. Breathing heavily, Patton grabbed Janus’s arm and checked to see if he was real. Janus let out a noise of complaint and pulled the blanket over his head. Patton took in a deep breath and smiled through his tears. Just a nightmare.

“We can’t do this every morning, love. Let’s go get some breakfast, okay?” Patton put on his glasses and Janus sat up, letting the blankets fall from his head to his lap.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Janus stated sarcastically. “We’ve never had this conversation before.” Patton blinked in confusion but let it slide.

“Whatever you say, Janus.” His voice hurt from the crying. Patton gave his husband a kiss on the cheek and got out of bed to get ready for the day. He did his hair in a short ponytail and put in the barrettes to get the small curls out of his face. Janus fixed up his hair beside him. Patton couldn’t shake the dream however much he wanted to. “Janus? Do you ever get bad dreams about me… getting hurt?”

Janus looked at him curiously. “How hurt are you talking about?”

“I-” Patton was cut off by the alarm on Janus’s watch. He put on his hat but looked back at Patton with concern. He gave a smile. “Go to your job, we can talk at… lunch.”

They both walked to the front door. Janus kissed Patton briefly. “Okay, dear. If I don’t return by seven, assume that I have been kidnapped by my horrible fellow employees.”

“Hey!” Patton said, ignoring the feeling of déjà vu. “Be nice and be safe. Roman and Logan aren’t that bad.”

His eyes turned dark from whatever he had experienced. “It really can.” Janus lightened up and opened the door. “Well, goodbye Patton! Remember to buy butter!” The door slammed and Patton already knew that the grocery store probably didn’t have butter. He didn’t know why he suspected that but took a deep breath. Patton had things to do today that wasn’t about moping.

He started by watering the plants, feeding the cat, feeding the turtle, drinking a glass of water, and feeding that murder of crows that started following the couple around a few months ago. Patton sat down on the concrete of the patio in the backyard. A few crows looked at him and called in concern before dropping off shiny objects and flying away. He watched for a moment, confused, before picking them up. Patton dropped them in a small plastic bag before moving to other things he needed to do. It was time to do errands but he wasn’t sure that it was going to go well. It was windy outside and at the moment people were heading to their jobs and school so the world was going to be really busy. But he did anyway, like he needed to prove something to himself.

It was slightly windy out, causing Patton’s cardigan to drift updraft. A plane went by, supposedly going down towards the airport. He saw a woman chasing a dog with a leash running wild and helped her out after a second of confusion. A group of kids were walking to school. There wasn’t any butter and he shouldn’t have expected it there. Patton stared at the empty space before buying the other things he needed: eggs, bread, and bagels.

Patton looked around with caution as he walked back, carefully weaving between families and people down the street. He was halfway home when he heard the bike. Patton turned and saw someone about to run into him so he took a step back and tumbled into the grass, hearing the eggs break and scatter. The biker stopped and helped him up.

“Ah, sorry man!” The person apologized.

“It’s… It’s okay! Are you okay?” Patton asked.

The biker looked at them quizzically. “What?”

Right, they were fine. Patton gave a smile. “Oh never mind. Have a good day!”

The biker got back on their bike. “Sorry about the eggs. Have a good one!” They zoomed past him and Patton blinked away all his thoughts, forgetting to respond. This didn’t just feel like déjà vu. He finished walking home and put away the bread and bagels.

Ladle meowed for attention and curled around Patton’s shoulders. He pet her idly as he went to sit down at the couch. It was almost time for lunch. Patton thought back to the dream and took in a shaky breath. He had to make sure. With a moment’s hesitation, he called Janus’s burner phone. Patton knew that Janus said to stop spamming him with pictures of Ladle to his burner, because it could be bad and they could be caught with whatever illegal thing he was doing… But Patton needed to know. To warn him something was about to happen.. Probably.

“Patton? Why did you call me? You know that you can’t just-”

“Janus, something bad is going to happen. You need to be safe or hide or stop whatever you’re doing!” Patton was trying to stay calm but he kept remembering Roman’s expression and crumbling to the floor. He didn’t even know what happened.

He heard Janus say something incoherent to someone else on the other end of the line before responding directly. “You’re not normally like this Patton. Why am I in danger, exactly?”

The only issue with that was that Patton didn’t know the answer to the question. This would be so much easier if Patton knew what the fuck was going on. He felt his throat dry as tears welled up. “I… You just are. Please.”

“Okay, dear. I’ll be there so-” Janus was cut off by his own screaming. Patton stood up suddenly, yelling Janus’s name and got no response. The line went dead after a minute. He threw his phone at the wall, causing Ladle to jump off his shoulders and he stared at the hole he just created. It got blurrier the more he cried. Patton heard the door open with a bloody Roman who looked just as bad as Patton remembered from the dream, if it even was one.

Roman sat on the floor next to him and gave him a hug. “I’m so sorry, Patton, I’m so sorry.” This mantra was repeated for hours before silence fell between the two of them. The room darken around them and Patton finally got up and ushered Roman to the bathroom to clean off the blood and take a shower. He got out in Patton’s oversized clothes and watched Patton as he cleaned up the floor. “Do… you need to be alone right now or should I stay with you?”

The silence was filled by the chirping of birds and people’s dogs. Patton shook his head. “Please don’t leave me alone right now.” His voice was small but he wasn’t sure how much he was actually feeling at the moment. Roman and Patton decided to sleep on the couch together with Ladle nestled by Patton’s stomach. Their backs would kill them tomorrow but that wouldn’t matter. Janus died. Patton looked at Roman’s head before taking off his glasses and closing his eyes, hoping he wouldn’t dream.

Patton wakes up to a happy song playing on his phone and his husband asleep next to him. He opened his eyes tiredly, not bothering to stop the alarm. He looked over to Janus and frowned. He finally understood what was happening, and Patton was pretty sure that he hated the answer. With a sigh he turned off the alarm and decided full heartedly that he was not going to let Janus die today, however many todays that would take.

He grabbed Janus’s arm and pulled him into a hug. Okay, he would save his husband after getting a little support. Janus flickered open his eyes in confusion but hugged back. They stayed there for a while before Patton let go to sit up and put on his glasses.

“As much as I love your affection, this seems a bit early in the morning, even for you.” Janus pointed out. Patton kept putting on his clothes, half ignoring Janus, just trying to concoct a plan that would save him. Janus got off the bed and went in front of him as he finished putting on his shirt. “Patton. What is happening today?”

Patton looked at him with a determined smile and fear in his eyes. “You’re going to go to work and I’m going to take care of all the things here. Now go! We need to get ready for the day.”

Janus complied, pretending to shrug off Patton’s demeanor and put on his clothes. Patton did up his hair in a short ponytail and 4 colorful barrettes to hide the short curly hairs that were left. Janus barely finished his hair as his watch beeped. He gave Patton a kiss on the cheek before saying, “I must be off dear! If I don’t return by seven, assume that I have been kidnapped by my horrible fellow employees.”

“Yeah, mhm, don’t be rude to them. Be safe!” Patton responded walking out to the front doorway.

Janus gave a look but opened the door. “Well, goodbye Patton! Remember to buy butter!” The door closed and Patton took out his phone to text Remus. He needed a car and someone who wouldn’t ask questions. Remus was good at both of those. As he awaited the reply he quickly went through all his chores including feeding several animals and watering the plants. Remus sent back a reply with many curses and agreed to it. Wonderful.

With that a plan was in action! Follow husband to work and find out how he keeps dying and prevent it! Easy. Patton heard a loud car horn sound repeatedly outside his house and immediately knew that Remus had arrived. He walked outside, wearing his cardigan on his arms instead of around his shoulders to show that he was serious about it. Remus smiled and moved to the passenger seat instead of getting out completely.

“Uh, Remus?” Patton got into the driver’s seat and looked at his friend awkwardly. “I thought I mentioned wanting to do this alone?”

Remus put on his seat belt. “You did, but I’m ignoring you, fuckface! Whatever the fuck you’re doing seems like a fun time and I am extremely bored.” Patton scrunched his nose and pushed up his glasses before starting the car. He knew exactly how Remus was when he was bored and wasn’t a fan of dealing with it. Perhaps someone who kind of knew Janus’s line of work could be helpful. They started driving after Patton set up a GPS route to the workplace. Remus looked at it and back at him. “We’re visiting J-anus and my brother? OH! Are you going to prank them?! It’d be so exciting to set the entire building on fire!”

Patton’s hands tightened on the wheel and glanced at his friend. “No, you know I don’t condone killing people with arson. We’re here to hopefully prevent something that’s going to happen.”

“What’s going to happen? Murder without arson?”

He stopped at a stop sign before making a left turn. Patton shrugged as he corrected the wheel. “I don’t actually know. That’s what I’m going to find out though.” It couldn’t hurt to be honest with Remus, seeing as he didn’t know if the next day was even going to exist in the first place. With a few gross conversations that led to vague responses from Patton, the two finally reached their destination. To find out what the fuck was going to happen to Janus. They walked up to the front building, Patton had a smile on his face that was apparently intimidating according to the reaction of the receptionist. “Hi, sorry to disturb you I was just wondering if Janus Lyre-Hart is in the office today? I’m his husband.”

“Sorry sir... He’s, he’s not actually here today? He was sent on a field mission with two others to deal with an issue with the company.” She stated nervously.

“Where did they go?” Remus asked with more seriousness than Patton had heard in several years. They were told the location and drove there together. Remus had seemed to gage the seriousness of the situation and adjusted SOME of his actions accordingly. “Do you think you’re going to find their entrails all over here or something?” Some actions.

Patton sighed and slammed the car door shut, looking around the place. Just a bunch of buildings. The place seemed completely normal. He noticed a few crows over an old blue wooden bar that didn’t appear significant. Patton started walking towards it and Remus followed, taking huge steps to keep up. The door creaked open and a few of the birds flew away. Patton peaked in and Remus knelt over to peak through underneath Patton’s head. The place was empty. The two stepped in.

“This isn’t as planned out as I’d like.” Patton said, even though his real thoughts were ‘I can try again tomorrow anyway’. Remus walked around, kicking over an empty trash can. It fell over making a loud sound against the floor. Patton flinched but noticed something weird with the floorboards. He kneeled down. “Huh. Hey Remus? I think we just found a trapdoor.”

“Then let’s open it!” Remus exclaimed, and he slammed his fingers around the corners, pulling up. Patton bit a protest and helped. The door lifted and slammed down on, the force of which made a wave of dust fly up. Patton coughed before looking down. There was a metal ladder on one of the walls, small rectangular slots lined up evenly all the way down to the bottom of the tunnel; it was much lower down than he expected. Remus shoved past Patton and started climbing down. He looked back up. “Come on! I wanna see what’s down here! Like a sex dungeon or just a dungeon dungeon! With worms!”

The two reached the bottom and walked until they reached a point with two turns they could go. Remus mentioned splitting up but Patton thought that it was a bad idea. So instead, the two made a right turn right into Logan, Roman, and Janus running rapidly.

“We have to go!” Roman exclaimed, grabbing Remus and Patton. They all turned and started running through to the left turn. Patton tried to look back but Logan kept his head forward. They eventually got out of the tunnels in a different exit. Janus shoved everyone into the car while Logan started the engine. Patton put on his seat belt quietly. Roman turned to look at them from the passenger seat. “What the hell are you guys doing here?!”

“Looking for you shitheads!” Remus exclaimed. “Patton said that something bad was going to happen!”

Janus looked out the window of the speeding car and grimaced. He got out a gun and Patton fought himself to keep his eyes open. It was almost lunch time, it was almost time. “They’re tailing us, Logan!” Janus turned to Patton with softness in his eyes, and his tone became more controlled. “Why do you think something bad is going to happen?”

“Does this not count as bad to you, Janus?!” Patton exclaimed, Remus pushed his back down as a bullet hit the back window. Janus looked at the glass and shrugged. Patton groaned and leaned back on Remus’s shoulder before giving a glance to the back window. There were a few nicely dressed people with guns and were shooting sporadically at the car. “Seriously?! Jan, I can’t explain what’s going to happen because I wasn’t here originally but you have to be careful!”

“I am doing my best to be safe dear, but I also need to do my job.” Janus said coldly before opening the window and shooting back. Logan made a swift turn and Patton grabbed Remus’s hand for comfort. He felt scared and angry at the same time. Janus needed to trust him on this but only Patton even knew what was going on. Next thing he knew, Roman’s arm got shot. He screamed, dropping his weapon out the car window and leaned back on his seat. Patton didn’t see a gun wound in the dreams, so this happened because of the changes he made. The guilt didn’t have time to sink in when one of the bullets hit the car wheels. Logan cursed under his breath as the car swerved and narrowly avoided a tree; it instead flipped on its side. Patton swallowed an ongoing panic in order to unbuckle his seat belt and helped Remus and Janus out of the car. Logan and Roman got caught up with the airbags. Logan quickly unbuckled and maneuvered his way out.

Patton coughed and looked at the car. “So… what now? How do we get Roman out of there?”

“Well, we can’t move him because if he broke something that could ruin his vital organs or bones permanently.” Logan hummed, nonchalantly pulling Remus back from the car. “I think that the best thing we can do now is leave immediately.”

Remus pulled back from Logan’s grasp sharply. “And just leave him here? He could die!”

“We could also die, Remus!” Janus cut in, shaking. Patton froze up, staring at the door. He had a feeling it was already too late. Janus kept yelling, the cars started arriving and the gunshots got louder. But he couldn’t turn his eyes away from the car. It was on its side and even though Patton couldn’t see him, he imagined Roman’s pain. He couldn’t move. “-Atton! You have to get up! Patton! I’m not looping you into this!”

The others had run off, leaving Roman in the car, but Janus was dragging Patton as he blinked back into hearing others again. But it was too late, Patton heard Janus cry out and looked up to him with concern. “Janus? Are you okay?”

He shook his head, tears welling up and Janus hugged him. Patton looked down and saw blood seeping into his shirt. He looked up at his husband and smiled. “I’ll be okay! I’ll be better next time. You’ll be okay next time!” The light sky hurt so he closed his eyes. He felt Janus’s arms trembling around him and wanted to comfort him. But Patton felt like he was turning into static. “Next time will be better, I promise.”

Patton woke up to the same cheerful song on his phone, tired but ready to try again. He sat up and examined his chest. It looked normal and his breathing wasn’t hindered anymore but his brain wanted to believe he was in pain. Patton looked over at Janus, who was breathing normally too. He wasn’t even crying. Janus was okay, Roman was okay, he was okay. Right? If Patton just learned how to do better this time everything would turn out fine. So, he decided not to wake up Janus. Patton closed the blinds on the window and slipped back into bed and cuddled into Janus’s side. Even if his husband did wake up, he tended not to care about following what his job wanted him to do anyways. Whatever that job actually was.

Time passed and eventually Janus did leave. Patton tried to come with him but it didn’t work. And Patton wouldn’t consider himself as stubborn as Janus was. So he let him leave and got on his bicycle to follow him. Patton had visited one of the work locations before, for a potluck or Halloween party usually set up by Roman. It was a secretive place but loved to pretend it was just a normal business.

He walked in and saw Virgil. Which was a bit unusual, seeing as he didn’t actually work with the others either. Not like Patton had much room to judge if he liked to judge. He gave a smile and waved. “Hey, kiddo! What are you up to?”

Virgil waved awkwardly as he walked over, his other hand in his hoodie. “Sup, Pat. Logan wanted to ask something from me I guess? He was being vague about this place, as always, but I just finished. Why are you here?”

He hated lying and Virgil hated being lied to. Patton wasn’t exactly sure how to explain his situation without sounding like he was joking or really sleep deprived. He gave a glance to the receptionist and looked back at his friend. “I don’t really know what I’m doing here. But I am having quite a long day, if you want to talk about it over ice cream with me?”

Patton internally high fived himself for his wonderful pun that no one would get but him.

...

“So, we’re stuck in a loop and every time Janus dies when you don’t do anything but Roman died when you tried to mess with it?” Patton nodded nervously. Virgil thought it through while taking a bite of ice cream from his paper bowl. “That sounds like a personal hell if I’ve ever heard one. Especially for you. But from what you’ve said, the loop will probably end when you manage to save everyone. I’m not sure how exactly you’ll do that but I could help out.”

“You… aren’t freaking out as much as I thought you would.” Patton knew that wasn’t phrased as well as he wanted to, but he was curious about how Virgil felt about everything going on.”

Virgil put down the plastic spoon and made eye contact with Patton. He noticed just how shaky the man was. “Oh I’m absolutely panicking right now, but it’s probably better to deal with it when tomorrow comes or something. Nothing matters right now and that is terrifying to think about. My actions are actually useless. It’s not like I’ll remember what happened right now anyway, right?”

He shook his head. “So far I think I’m the only one who knows about it.” Patton decided he’d just not tell Virgil in the next loop, he didn’t see his dark strange son daily so that wasn’t an issue. Patton didn’t want to give Virgil a panic attack every single time they talked on this day. “What should I do about it? I’ve tried coming to help, or preventing it from happening, or doing nothing, but I’m still here.” Alone.

“Well, putting my pessimism aside for a moment,” Virgil started. “You could tell Janus, Roman, and Logan about what’s happening so they can avoid doing this specific job or whatever until they have a better fleshed out plan. Or… I don’t know, figure out what they’re doing and get to it first.” He opened his mouth before closing it again, and Patton guessed that he probably had another idea that would be upsetting to hear.

Patton leaned forward. “What’s the last one, Virgil?”

“Nothing!” Virgil exclaimed. He calmed down, letting go of the ice cream bowl. “It’s just that maybe you’re supposed to… accepthisdeathandworkthroughthegrief- I don’t know it’s stupid!”

“Oh…” Virgil looked away with his arms crossed. Patton looked down at his now melted ice cream. Roman would be at his house by now but he wasn’t quite sure that it mattered. He looked back up at Virgil, trying not to cry. “I mean I can try out the other things first, right? I really don’t want anyone I love to die if I can prevent it somehow.”

“I know, Pat.” No, you don’t, Patton thought bitterly. He felt guilty but he knew he stood by his thinking no matter how rude it was.

The next time he tried to just wake up earlier, which worked just as well as you would expect. So he called Roman as soon as he woke up instead and told him everything. “So that’s why you shouldn’t do anything about whatever the hell you found earlier today. It’s doomed to fail, and I believe in you kiddo but this absolutely isn’t going to work.”

There was a sigh from the other side of the screen. “Patton, you had a weird dream about a time loop? It happens sometimes, Padre. Janus and I aren’t going to die. Remus doesn’t even work here and you don’t even know where we’re going-”

“Yes I do Roman!” He fought back. One of Virgil’s suggestions was to figure out what the others were doing and to prevent it or solve it before the others did. Patton needed to gather information for that to even work though. “You’re going to an old abandoned blue building that used to be a bar! There’s at least two entrances to the tunnels underneath it and you had a direct route about a mile away from the bar.” Patton sighed, it was hard convincing people about this much of a reach. So, it was time for a different approach. “Look, maybe it is a weird dream but it’s not nothing. Can you at least tell me what you found so I know that you guys are going to be okay?”

He hummed, contemplating for a moment before sighing. “I can’t do that, Patton. Logan and Janus are already on my case about so many things I’m not adding another to the list. We’re going to be okay today, I promise that.” Patton clenched his phone as his friend kept talking. “I’ll visit you after we’re done today! Does that sound good, padre?”

“It sounds great Roman, see you..” Patton responded, ending the call.

True to his word, Patton did hear the door creak open. Roman cried into his arms while Patton just considered what he could do next.

“Logan, is there ANY way you could do what you’re doing today later?” Patton asked, while Remus was walking through the office idly. Logan gave him a confused look as if to indicate that he wanted more information. “I’m going to be straightforward here-”

“Good luck attempting that.” Remus cut in. Logan and Patton stared at him for a moment. He shrugged. “Just saying. Keep talking about your psychic powers or whatever.”

“I’m going to be CLEAR about this.” Patton mended. “Whatever happens at your job today will end with Janus being shot and killed. I can’t really explain why, but you need to do this tomorrow, or plan something. I don’t know! This is really dangerous and I want everyone to be okay.”

There was a moment of silence between the three of them. Logan sat in his seat, thinking everything over while Remus had paused reorganizing the bookshelf to spell ‘penis’ with the first letters of the book titles. It was so silent that Patton could hear the shuffling of people walking through the halls, and the caws of birds that suspiciously sounded like crows. He took a breath and looked at the ceiling to keep himself from crying. Patton knew that he looked like a mess. He was wearing his cardigan instead of around his shoulders and he was so focused on leaving as fast as possible that his hair was completely neglected.

Logan cleared his throat. “It would be unwise for us to completely postpone our mission today.” Patton sniffed and Logan continued through seemingly unaffected. “But I suppose it would be wise to make sure we have bulletproof vests and show up more inconspicuously than we previously planned.”

“Thank you, Lo.” Patton’s voice was quiet, like a sudden breeze could shatter it.

Patton and Remus were ushered out. Remus suggested they go out to sushi to wait and see how it went. There was a place close by and Remus enjoyed eating raw meats. This was a type of food the two frequently compromised on. The drive was quiet if you tuned out whatever loud artist Remus played in his car. Patton didn’t know them but did know that they swore way more than he would normally listen to.

When the car stopped Patton didn’t move or do anything. Remus reminded him to unbuckle and get out of the car before he locked him in. He talked about not wanting his best friend to suffocate without any air and getting trapped by the safety lock completely and having to resort to eating his arm. No matter how grotesque his metaphors were, Patton appreciated knowing that Remus was there for him. He took everything Patton said in stride, not mocking or belittling him. He wasn’t a serious man and he didn’t have to be. Remus was passionate and would do anything for the people he cared about, regardless of how dangerous. Which was exactly why he had to make sure Remus and everyone else survived to some sort of future that didn’t exist yet.

The two picked up their sushi and ate there. Well, Remus did. Patton picked at his a little while listening to the ambient noises of the restaurant. “Do you think they’re going to be okay today?”

“I have no fucking clue.” Remus said. He paused to drink some of the soy sauce from the bottle. “But they stand a better chance with you fighting for them to finally use all those brain cells they’re hogging. I mean, do you hear that they weren’t even planning on wearing bullet proof vests? Do they want to become rag dolls at the end of this?”

Patton snorted, tears brimming his eyes. “I guess I really ragged on Logan, huh?”

Remus took all of Patton’s sushi in his hands and smooshed them together before eating the entire thing. With the food gone it was finally time to leave. When they arrived at the house there was already a car there. Roman’s car. Patton ran into the house to see Roman on the ground, looking very bruised with his hands covered in blood.

“What happened?” He demanded.

“Patton?” Roman asked weakly, looking up at him. “Patton! I’m so sorry, Logan and I, we tried to stop what happened but… Janus died.”

His mind was racing, hearing Remus close the door behind him but he ignored it. “How?”

“He was… umm, stabbed to death. Are you okay?”

Roman’s question was ignored. Patton sat down at the table, turned away from the twins. Stabbed. Not shot. Of course they had multiple types of weapons on them. That was an oversight he couldn’t do again. He’d find a way to save them. They can bring their own guns or knives or they could be warned about what their enemies had prepared for them. Patton’s heart was racing as his hands gripped his head. He’d know what to do.

Patton watched expectedly as Roman walked into the door. “They beat Janus to death.”

Logan went into Patton’s house holding tightly onto his bleeding leg, with his other arm against the wall to keep his balance. The two made eye contact. “Roman and Janus died when they shot the tires of the car and it crashed. I’m the only one who made it.”

“Janus was shot.”

“We just couldn’t save Logan I’m so sorry-”

“Roman was kidnapped and used against us. Janus thought they were bluffing about killing him but then they did.”

Janus died. Logan died. They all died and somehow Virgil found out before him. Roman and Janus died. Logan and Janus died. Janus died. Patton was pulling his hair out. Every time he woke up he had darker eye bags than the last time. He didn’t bother to watch as yet another one of his friends limped through the door at 3 PM on a sunny day ready to announce a tragedy.

“Patton-”

“Who died?” He asked, cutting him off. Patton looked up to see Janus. There was blood coming from his nose that was ignored and drying over his skin. It wasn’t a very common version of this day. He showed up sometimes but Janus was very frequently the one dead. “I already know someone got murdered, Jan. Please just tell me how so I can avoid it next time.”

“What? Next time-” Janus sputtered, shaking his head before looking at Patton. “What the fuck does that mean?! Roman got suffocated to death- why… Do you know what happened? Patton, what’s going on?”

A question so simple with a very difficult answer. Patton stood up to help Janus walk to a chair. Roman. Strangled. How could he warn them about that next time? Janus was talking as Patton continued to walk around the kitchen but he wasn’t listening. He wet a towel and started cleaning up Janus’s face. Janus shut up and Patton gave a tight lipped smile. “I know you aren’t going to believe me but you, Logan, and Roman have been dying every single day for me and I’m trying to make sure you’re all okay in the end. So, next time I’ll tell Logan about things to avoid doing that didn’t work out this specific time. As long as I mess with the timeline something different will happen. One of these days will turn out okay.”

Unless they don’t. Unless he really just has to accept it like Virgil said.

“So you’ve just been handed the world’s most traumatizing time loop?” Janus asked. Patton removed the bloody paper towel and threw it in the trash can. He nodded. “How long have you been stuck here? Just knowing that one of us dies?”

“I don’t know.” Patton answered honestly. He spent so much effort trying to save his friends he hadn’t bothered to keep track of time. Janus rested his hand on Patton’s arm for the littlest amount of comfort. Patton looked up at him with a sad smile, tears brimming his eyes. “What do I do? I can’t get you to stop, you won’t let me come with you, and I don’t want anyone to be hurt anymore.”

They both looked so hurt. Janus had bruises setting in just about everywhere and he winced whenever he made a movement too big or too fast. Patton just looked tired. So incredibly tired, as if he had woken up after a fitful night sleep decades ago and never went back to bed. Janus tried to say something but stopped himself. There was no clear cut answer. Why would there be? It was like he had said earlier, the world’s most traumatizing time loop and Patton was the only one with a ticket to the ride. How do you stop something that’s only goal is to make you suffer? He thought about what Virgil said and grimaced.

Patton fell into Janus’s lap and sobbed. This wasn’t fair, none of it was! And Virgil had to be right about everything. He had to let his husband die. Patton whispered his apologies over and over until he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t figure out a way to save him; perhaps there wasn’t a way to save him at all.

Patton wakes up to a happy song playing on his phone and his husband asleep next to him. He didn’t stop the alarm, he didn’t do anything. Janus woke up with a yawn, only to see Patton staring blankly at the ceiling above him. The world felt devoid of life, like the more Patton looked, the world would pause before draining away before him. Janus gave him a shake, asking if he was okay, but Patton didn’t answer. It was no use. Nothing he did would work in the end anyways. Why try? Janus seemed more worried, not a common look on him. Patton looked him over and gave a smile. Would this be the last time he’d see him?

“Are you okay?” He asked, when Patton finally sat up. Patton gave him a hug and let go of it before he wouldn’t be able to. “Patton, do you need me to stay with you?”

“No, I’m okay.” The lie was breathed to life almost hesitantly. His voice felt raspy. Patton knew that this was the right thing to do, but it hurt so much. Why did it have to hurt so much? “Just, just go to work and I’ll be alright.”

So Janus did, and Patton was alright. Janus wasn’t. When Roman came to tell him of the news, Patton was still in bed on his husband’s side. Roman stayed after taking a shower, but his attempts to help were in vain. The world was draining away and there was nothing that could stop it. Roman was sleeping on the floor, holding Patton’s hand.

It kept repeating. Making Patton live the pain every single day, which wasn’t fair. He still cried when Roman would tell him that Janus died. He still made sure that Roman got cleaned up, but nothing changed. Patton couldn’t make it to yesterday, despite trying so hard to move on. Eventually he decided to keep up the routine he would normally have, trying to show the world that he was going to be okay, but that didn’t work either.

Nothing did.

He watered the plants, fed the cat and the turtle, had a glass of water, and hung out with that murder of crows that started following the couple around a few months ago. Patton threw some food at the ground in front of them before sitting down on the patio. He wasn’t really sure what to do. Going to the store probably wouldn’t be helpful, unless he managed to avoid the biker eventually. Janus was already at work and in danger already. Patton sighed and fell to his back. A crow cawed at him.

“What should I do?” He dragged his hands over his face. None of the birds responded, outside of the one that hopped onto his calf. Patton decided that was a sign to go grocery shopping, despite knowing they wouldn’t have all that’s on the list.

It was slightly windy out, causing Patton’s cardigan to drift updraft. A plane went by, supposedly going down towards the airport. He saw a woman chasing a dog with a leash running wild and helped her out. A group of kids were walking to school. And then he reached the grocery store. Patton went in only needing four things: Butter, bread, eggs, and bagels. He already knew they didn’t have butter, but put the rest in the shopping basket. Patton’s hand hovered over Janus’s favorite candy. He blinked slowly, taking a deep breath in and out, before throwing it into the basket. It wasn’t a horrible thing to indulge anyways.

Walking out, the wind had calmed down. He carefully carried his bags, skillfully dodging out of the way of the biker for the first time. Patton stopped walking to watch the person continue on, not knowing about the collision that had occurred between them before. The rest of the way was uneventful. He put away the groceries and decided to make something for Roman when he was going to stop by.

He made some sort of water based soup, Patton wasn’t sure which because he grabbed the one closest to him, only checking the label to make sure it wasn’t cream based. Last time he hadn’t, Roman got really sick. Just as Patton had finished, the door opened. He didn’t say anything and instead got a rag from a cupboard and turned on the hot water.

Roman limped in and leaned against the wall. “Pat, I’m so sorry.” Patton nodded silently, running the rag underneath the sink and started cleaning up the blood on Roman’s face. “Logan and I, we tried to stop what happened but… Janus died.”

Patton’s heart pinged in guilt, still feeling like he could do something. He took the rag off Roman’s face. “Yeah, I know. How about you go take a shower, Roman. You can borrow my clothes for tonight.” Roman had a confused expression but seemed too out of it to say anything. Patton took out some of his clothes, not able to go through Janus’s shirts. He set it outside the bathroom door and spent the rest of his time petting Ladle idly. None of this felt right.

It couldn’t be the right way to go about this, seeing as he awoke again with Janus next to him so many times after. But Patton didn’t know what he COULD do. He stood up a bit too quickly but ignored it. Patton decided he’d finally start putting up his hair again. Not that anyone would know how long he hadn’t bothered to but himself. It would just help. He put in the barrettes and stared at himself in the mirror for a few seconds. Sighing, Patton tied the cardigan to finish his look. Janus walked into the bathroom, brushing his incredibly long hair. He was dressed for work but had yet to grab his hat.

“Hey love, can we talk before you go to work?” Patton asked. Usually he’d be nervous about Janus misinterpreting his tone but currently things like that haven’t really mattered to him.

“Well that’s not ominous at all.” Janus replied as he nodded. He put his hair in a bun and put his hat on top. There was a strip of hair loose, highlighting the scarred side of the man’s face. The two walked to the living room. Upon seeing them, Ladle jumped off the couch and ran into the bedroom presumably to hide under something. “What did you need to talk about?”

Patton took a breath, taking in all the ways this conversation has been messed up before. “You can’t go to work today. I know what you’re going to say-”

“This day is really important,” Janus interjected while Patton said it at the same time as him with a sense of boredom. Janus narrowed his eyes. “Have you been hanging out with Remus more often? There’s no way you were able to copycat that well without practice.”

“Yeah, I guess you could call it practice if you wanted to.” Patton chuckled to himself. “But we’re getting distracted. If any of you guys, including Roman and Logan, go do the thing you need to do today you will die. It won’t be pleasant, and it will happen no matter how many precautions you decide to take. So please, take the day to plan this out better or something. But you can’t risk anything.”

Janus was very taken back but scoffed, to hide the fact he was worried. Patton knew that he wasn’t just going to give in without good reason to. He didn’t want to pull the ‘time loop’ card if he didn’t have to. If he could just move onto tomorrow with no one knowing what had happened he would be satisfied. “We are always careful, Patton. Why do you think today’s going to be any different? We haven’t died yet!”

“But you will! I don’t THINK today’s going to be different, I. KNOW. SO.” Patton was trying to stay as calm as possible, but it really sucked to do that. “If you want me to explain, I can, but it would be so much better for you just to trust me. Please.”

“Patton. I want to know what’s going on. Are you being threatened or something? Why do you believe we’re going to be hurt?” Janus asked.

He took a deep breath, Patton’s heart was breaking faster than his patience. “I’m not being threatened, Janus. I’m stuck. I’m stuck watching you die every single day, only learning when Roman comes into our house at 3 PM when I expected you to sneak out of your work place to eat food with me. And I can’t do anything about it or someone else I care about dies! So I’m stuck! Stuck knowing that it’s going to be windy today, that a biker will break the eggs I bought at the grocery store, and that I got other things there to compensate for the fact that the store doesn’t have butter!” His voice broke as he looked at Janus after he ranted loudly. “I’ve been on this day that it’s easier to focus on my small inconveniences instead of the fact that my husband dies today and I can’t do anything.”

Janus walked over to him, giving Patton a hug. Patton didn’t hug back but put his head on his chest. Everything was silent between the two of them. Janus rubbed circles into Patton’s back. Neither of them were crying. Patton had run out of tears for a long time, and Janus didn’t know enough to understand how horrible the situation was. After a few minutes, Patton pulled back. Janus looked at him, with undivided attention.

“Will you tell the others that the plan today has changed?” He asked. “I can’t let you go into danger. Not when I can do something about it.”

“At this point it would be stupid of me not to. Want to come with to make sure none of the other’s fuck up this day?” Janus suggested, Patton gave a weak smile. “I’ll work hard to not die today by planning ahead and having common sense. It might be quite difficult if your rants suggest anything.”

“Hey,” Patton interjected softly. “You have common sense! I’m not exactly sure how you die but you probably try very hard not to do it. Don’t degrade your worth, Janus.” It was ironic, seeing as how much Janus promoted taking care of yourself and your own self worth in general. Patton tried to get his normal energy but it fell short. He almost literally fell too, but Janus caught him and stood him back up. “I’ll… physically fight you.”

“Of course you will, let’s go tell the other’s okay?”

…

Patton watched as his friends huddled around Logan’s desk coming up with some sort of game plan. He was trying to listen but his exhaustion caught up to him and he mainly focused on staying awake. Roman gave him a concerned look before he kept talking. Clearly, the three were talking about him. The whole reason this was happening was because of Patton. He let Janus argue his points and kept his attention on staring at the small things on Logan’s bookshelf. It was uniform, organized by the author's last name. The only deviation being the small nick knacks and items that the other’s gave him over the years. Patton smiled, even though Logan didn’t see the purpose of the small toys, he still kept them. Things like this reminded Patton how much he loved his friends.

“Okay, what dangers are there that we aren’t prepared for?” Logan asked.

Janus thought for a moment, and looked at Patton. He just barely started listening again. “I wouldn’t really know. What about you, Patton?”

He looked up seeing all of them looking directly back. Patton took a breath. “Well, they have a whole range of weapons. If you aren’t immediately shot and manage to get into the car they’re going to shoot the tires. You could be strangled, hurt in the car wreck, manipulated into a situation where you could put someone else at risk…” Patton trailed off awkwardly. Logan, Roman, and Janus all made eye contact for a brief moment. Patton liked to imagine they could all talk to each other telepathically, even though Logan didn’t think that was logical.

“This seems like a lot,” Roman commented. “Are you sure that you’re not just overthinking every single thing that can go wrong? That sounds more like Virgil’s thing if we’re being real-”

Logan looked at him, confused. “Of course we’re being real, but I don’t see what that has to do with it.” Janus looked like he wanted to cut in but decided not to say anything, simply clearing his throat instead. “Roman the entire point of our job is to make sure we’re prepared for any given situation, why is that a problem?”

“Well, uh, it just-” Roman sputtered through his sentence. “Without taking chances and trying to plan everything out we’re not going to get anything done! How can we be expected to save anyone from danger if we spend all day just thinking about what COULD happen?”

“Without planning at all we’re not going to be able to save ourselves!” Janus argued back. “And if we die that’s not going to do anyone any good.”

He looked over at Patton with a small smile, signalling that he was going to stand up for his side of the argument, which was comforting. Janus was a very persuasive person. But in the end, Patton didn’t care what conclusion they went to as long as they lasted to the end of the day. Logan looked between his two coworkers and friends, sighing. “Well clearly we need a healthy balance instead. If we put too much weight on taking risks or preparing, it won’t be productive either way.”

“So…” Roman started. “Yerkes-Dodson curve again?”

Logan looked at him, unimpressed. “Yes, the Yerkes-Dodson curve again.”

He didn’t really understand what that was referencing, but Patton decided to speak up again. “So you’re going to spend the rest of the day coming up with a flexible but concrete plan for tomorrow?”

“That does sound like the consensus.” Janus shrugged. No one else argued.

By the time the three were done planning, Patton had fallen asleep on the chair he was on. Janus gently picked up his husband on his back. Patton’s arms fell loosely around his neck as he was coming out of unconsciousness. The car ride was quiet, and they reached home. Janus waved to Remus before heading inside, helping Patton follow along.

It was 6 PM. The longest that anyone had lived on that day. Patton was suddenly awake when he realized that. His grip on Janus’s shirt tightened significantly. But the two still didn’t say anything. Patton took out his barrettes and ponytail. He shook out his hair, looking at himself in the mirror again as he took off the cardigan. Janus was making a quick dinner for the two of them. Patton had to keep reminding himself that Janus was still there, still alive. He almost believed that something would keep going wrong, and that wouldn’t be fair. None of it seemed fair though, so it was possible. Patton gave himself a nod. “It’s going to be okay.”

After they ate, Janus and Patton got into pajamas. They laid on top of the blankets, holding hands despite facing opposite ways. Janus cleared his throat. “What are you going to do if today repeats again, Patton?”

“I don’t know.” He answered honestly. “I mean obviously I’ll try to keep you all alive but I’m going to try different things. This is the closest I’ve ever gotten. I keep thinking that you’ll die in front of me or that Roman and Logan already died and I just don’t yet. Virgil suggested that I might just have to accept the fact that you’re going to die. I certainly don’t want that to be true.”

Janus nodded solemnly. “I mean I guess it’s finally been proven that I can die now.”

Patton hit him softly with his free hand. “No jokes! This is a serious time, we gotta be serious.” Janus gave him a look, some mix between mock offended and trying desperately not to laugh. “JAn! Stop trying to make me laugh- no stop poking my face- I’m trying to have a conversation with you-” He was cut off by his own laughter, followed by his husband’s laughter. Patton’s laugh turned into crying. The two sat up. “You’ll be okay, right Jan? I don’t want this to be the last time we joke around like this. I’ll miss you so much.”

There was a pause, and then Janus cradled Patton’s check with one of his hands. “You’re strong, Patton. If anyone had the moral capability to save everyone repeatedly, it would be you. Then again, I’ll ask you to consider taking up a therapist when you do get out of the time loop, regardless of the end result.”

“Fair enough.” Patton allowed Janus to pull him into a kiss. It was short. When they pulled away Patton pulled them into a hug. “Can you stay up with me until twelve? I want to make sure that tomorrow will actually come.”

“Of course, dear.”

Time passed. Patton and Janus mostly just bothered Ladle when she went into the room, talked about things that didn’t matter, and kept each other company. Patton checked the clock on the bedside table and his phone with basically every free thought he had. Janus tried to distract him with a movie playing on his laptop, but his hand remained on his phone. They finished the movie when it turned 11 PM.

“So, should we play another movie or just scroll on our phones or something?” Janus asked. Patton hummed for a moment, giving a look. Janus narrowed his eyebrows, feigning suspicion. “Oh, you want to do a special thing don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Patton relented. “Something simple though! I haven’t made any of the loops, so it’s been awhile for me. Please? If we start now we might be able to finish before midnight!”

So they made cookies. Despite being on a time limit, the two spent plenty of it messing around. Janus ate some of the cookie dough after the chocolate chips were put in despite Patton’s insistence not to. But after a very small amount of convincing, Patton ate cookie dough as well. Janus put in the first batch of cookies at about 11:47. So maybe they should have rushed just a little bit more. Patton looked at Janus, with innocence in his expression but mischievousness in his heart. “Looks like we’re in a real time crunch now, huh?”

“Patton. We have been married for three years and four months but I’m willing to end it there if you continue to keep doing this to me.” If someone who didn’t know Janus heard him say that, they would’ve believed that he was being completely honest. Patton though, just laughed proudly. Janus sat on the floor, across from the oven, watching the cookies and pretending not to pay attention to Patton.

“Come on, Jan!” Patton exclaimed, shaking his shoulders. “If this really is the last of the time loop I got to end with a sweet pun!”

Before there could be any more arguments, or god forbid, puns the timer went off and the first batch of cookies were done. Patton took out the tray as Janus put in the next one. The two checked the time. 11:58. Janus lifted the cookie. “Looks like there’s no time to let it cool. I want to have at least one cookie if the day is going to reset anyways.”

“Well, I guess just this once, it’s okay.” Patton said, picking up his own cookie. He looked at the clock to see they only had one minute left. Patton made eye contact with Janus. “If this day repeats, I just want you to know that I’ll never stop until I save you.”

“I know.” and they both took bites into the cookies.

Patton looked at the clock after a moment. He chewed and swallowed the cookie, seeing that it was 12 AM. Patton looked quickly back at Janus, who was there and alive. Janus put down his cookie just as he was enveloped in a hug. Patton was crying already, holding onto him like he was going to disappear at any moment. “You’re alive! You’re alive… It’s finally over. I’m not stuck anymore.”

He cried into Janus’s shoulder, finally breathing in a new today.

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venusandromedadjarin · 3 years

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Legend

Ch. 16, A Glint of Beskar

18+, angst, fluff, love, NON CANON, 2k words

****I hope y’all love this one as much as I do xx, I am planning on posting another chapter this weekend too****

You stare at him, the rage plain on your face, but you’re interrupted by the sudden cries of the kid who is currently looking between you and his dad with large black eyes. Before Din can get to him, you scoop him up and climb the ladder to the cockpit, pressing the button as soon as you’re inside so the doors slam shut behind you. The baby screeches and you do your best to comfort him, but the tears just keep coming. Hours pass as you try everything: feeding him, singing to him, rocking him, pointing out creatures on the dock, and stars to him once the sun sets. Eventually, he closes his eyes and falls into a pattern of deep breathing against your soaked shirt. You coo down at him, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

When the doors slide open, you don’t bother turning around. The pram floats up beside you and you lay his tiny body inside of it, tucking the blanket around him before closing the top. Din is silent, the suit of Beskar unmoving, as he watches you. It’s not until you move towards the door that he even attempts to speak, but you ignore your name as it falls from his lips before disappearing back to the hull.

The action makes your heart ache, but your mind is reeling with so many questions. Questions he may or may not have an answer to, which is another problem all together. You pace, rubbing at your eyes until you see stars. His boots thud somewhere close to you, followed by small clanging sounds, but your back is turned so you can’t see what it is. You’re suddenly very preoccupied with the weapon cabinet, studying everything inside it while he broods less than five feet away from you.

Eventually, his ungloved hands come to rest gently on your shoulders, and you can hear his modulated breathing behind you, “Y/n.” It’s not a command of any sort, but you slowly turn to look at him, the anger bubbling inside your chest again.

“You lied to me Din.” It’s an accusation, and his unguarded chest stills at the words. Without all the Beskar, you realize now that he was taking it off earlier, he looks smaller and more inviting. The visor is pointed at you, which makes you even more angry. “They made it sound like I can see your face. They didn’t wear their helmets. What the fuck does that mean?” Your hands come out to push him away, hitting his chest harder than you meant and he steps back, catching your wrists.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what? Don’t question you? You knew and you lied!” Your voice breaks as you try to keep from yelling, try to keep from waking the baby up.

“I didn’t lie,” the modulator cracks with how quietly he’s speaking.

“Then tell me. Tell me what they said wasn’t true and explain it to me.”

He watches you for a moment before pulling you towards his chest. You tense against him, trying to keep some semblance of a level head, but his body heat makes you lean into him before he speaks again, “What they said was true, but I didn’t lie.” Din is silent, waiting for you to say something. When you don’t, he breaks away from you and grabs two cases so that you can sit and face each other. He gestures towards one and you sink down onto it, brushing at your wet cheeks and trying to stop the tears from flowing.

Once he’s seated, his elbows resting on his knees, the helmet lifts to look at you again, “I’ll tell you what I know, but it’s not much.

“On Mandalore, there was a legend of lovers who were born to bring balance to the galaxy in times of dire need. The Maker created each person out of dust, reaching into the stars and collecting the strongest elements to craft them before breathing life into their forms. The man would be marked with the sun and the woman would be marked with the moon. The balance for life on each planet. The lovers were said to have disappeared hundreds of years ago, and until they appeared again, the galaxy would be safe.

“Our families fled Mandalore together after you were born, two years after me. The Djarin clan had been marked by the sun, and your clan was marked by the moon. My parents explained to me that because I was older than you, it was my responsibility to protect you no matter the cost. I didn’t realize it would eventually mean I would lose you for what felt like a lifetime. It was my job to protect you in that cellar, but I left you behind.

“The Children of the Watch took me in and raised me. The boy that I was before I was a foundling died in that cellar with you. He was supposed to. The Creed requires us to forget our names, our faces, our lives. This is the way.

“There are very few loopholes once you take the the Creed. But after hearing what Bo-Katan said, I don’t know if it’s really true or if it’s all lies. The Death Watch look like Mandalorians and act like Mandalorians, but they are allowed to be people. I was raised to be a machine, a killer. When I found the child, that started to change.

“The armorer made us a clan of two and deemed him my foundling. He is my son. I gave up everything for him, and in order to help me, the covert all but disappeared. They’ve gone into hiding and I haven’t gone back since before I rescued you. When I found the child, I watched you fight on Arvalla-7. At first, I didn’t believe my eyes. I had gone to the armorer and asked about the legend. I didn’t even know for sure until I saw your birthmark on the Crest.

“It’s my responsibility to give this foundling the life he deserves, and it’s our responsibility to bring balance.”

You’re silent as you watch him wring his hands, rubbing at the spot between his thumb and index finger. “Is the covert gone or are they dead?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you know the child’s name?”

“No.”

“What balance are we supposed to bring back?”

“I don’t know,” his voice is exasperated, and you can tell he’s frustrated with your questions.

“Din…” You take his hands in your own before falling to your knees in front of him, looking up at the visor, trying to find his eyes through it. He doesn’t move as you bring your hands to the sides of the helmet, pausing and waiting for his response. “Can I?”

Din’s hands come up to rest on top of yours, stopping you from moving the helmet off of him, “I-I can’t. Not yet. Please.” You nod, dropping your hands to your lap and biting your lip to keep the tears at bay. He moves to the floor with you so that he’s on the same level, “Riduur, I want to show myself to you, but not like this.” You nod again and fold into his embrace, his strong arms wrapping around you.

“We need to go back to them. They can help us.”

“I promised I would help them on a mission, when you were in the cock pit. Bo-Katan will give me the information I need when it’s done. I leave in the morning, but it’s already late.”

You stand, pulling him up with you and leading him towards your bedroom. The exhaustion takes over and you pull him onto the bed, not even bothering to undress. As soon as he taps the light switch, you hear the hiss of his helmet and the familiar clink before you both fall asleep.

Din is gone when you wake, but the child is toddling around on the bed, watching you as he plays with his silver ball. There’s a note and a com link next to the bed. I’ll make contact with coordinates, fly to get me. -Din. A man of few words. With a shaky breath, you realize last night is the most you’ve ever heard him speak.

“Come here you little gremlin,” he giggles and rushes over to you, tripping on his baggy clothes. You hold the ball out in front of him while he makes grabby hands and baby noises. After about twenty minutes, you decide to risk taking a shower while he plays and slip away to the refresher. The warm water eases the rest of your nerves as you wash your hair and shave, taking advantage of the Crest being in a landing dock. Afterwards, you can’t help but stare at the reflection of your birthmark in the mirror. You run your fingertips over it, remembering the legend that Din told you last night. You braid your hair into a crown and pin it up before finishing getting ready. A faint buzzing makes you dress quickly before running back to the room and clicking the com link on, placing it onto your wrist, “Hello.”

“Where were you?”

“I was in the refresher, where are you?” You can’t hide the smile in your voice.

“I-I’m a couple thousand feet off the ground right now. In a ship.”

“Coordinates?” You scoop the child up and he giggles, which in turn makes his father chuckle, before climbing to the cockpit. Setting him down, you buckle him up and start flipping switches as you settle into the pilot’s seat. Din gives you his location which you plug in as the engines start up, the Crest rattling as you ease it into the air.

“Make sure the hatch is open when you get here.”

“Wait wh-“ the com link clicks off and you curse as the Crest jolts upwards. The ship doesn’t take long to locate, and you hover a good distance beneath it before pressing the buttons for the hatch to open half-way. A glint catches your attention on the ship’s catwalk before whatever it is falls off the side.

With a gasp, you realize it’s Din as his jetpack fires to life and he comes to a hovering stop outside the cockpit, saluting you. You laugh before he dips away and seconds later, the hatch bangs shut below you. You push the Crest upwards and break the atmosphere just as Din comes up to the cockpit, pulling his gloves off before leaning against the other chair and rubbing the kid’s ears. “We’re going to Corvus,” he says matter of factly and you punch in the coordinates before making the jump into hyperspace. The stars streak above the glass and you can’t help but stair up at them.

“What’s on Corvus?” You spin to look at him and find the helmet is already trained on you. The kid’s big eyes are looking up at him.

“Someone who can help us with the kid.” He coos at the mention of himself. Din watches you, silently, before reaching into a pouch at his belt. You raise an eyebrow, questioning the bizarre movement but deciding not to press it. The kid also senses something is up and looks between the both of you, his little teeth worrying at his lip.

“Din, what is it?” You lean forward, ready to stand up, but he stops you.

“I told you that I wanted to show myself to you, I want you to see me… but there’s only one way that can happen.” He breathes in sharply, and you realize he’s nervous.

“Din, I will wait as long as you want. I don’t care as long as I’m with you,” you ignore his previous attempt at halting you and move towards him, trying to take his hands in yours when you realize what he’s holding. Shock rushes across your face as you look into the visor. “Din, I-“

His soft voice cracks through the modulator, “Marry me.”

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writinginthedarkwood · 4 years

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Alien! Kirishima x Reader: Better With You

Warning: NSFW, ovipositor kink, implications of past abuse (not done by our shark toothed boy)

I recommend checking out some of the other parts to this AU! MY MASTERLIST

You can enjoy this without it, but reading the other parts might answer some questions you have. :)

The tornado siren wailed. It’s a sound I’ve heard my entire life, but it’s taken on a completely new meaning.

Before, we’d run to the middle of the park and take shelter with our neighbors. I remember being little, and hiding under the ground from the violent winds that would tear through our community.

The piercing sound stirred all the sleeping bodies around, the light flicked on in my neighbors trailer. I watched her shadow hurry and throw things into a bag through her window. She pushed her small son out of the door as they ran to take shelter.

Everyone in the park jolted awake, panicking and running in fear.

Everyone but me, and my father.

My father whistled through his nose as he slept. He turned only slightly in that worn down chair, his foot kicking the pile of aluminum cans over, but otherwise completely unconscious. The T.V. was a loud rerun of a crime show, but it suddenly switched over to the emergency broadcast.

The male anchor spoke with a shaking voice. “Paris is falling.” He swallowed hard. “Please take shelter immediately....” He held the paper holding his cues and set it down before reading the next line. “A craft was spotted over Lexington... may God have mercy on us.” The camera cut to the sound of the emergency alarm. I rushed and shut the T.V. off, my heart pounding. My father didn’t stir, still sleeping like the dead.

This was it, it was finally my turn.

I ran to the front door and opened it slowly, closing it behind me as quietly as possible. I climbed onto our garbage can, using the gutter to stable myself before jumping onto the roof.

I used to sit out here when I was little, breathing air that wasn't heavy with cigarette smoke.

The sky looks different to me now, like the stars were actually thousands of eyes looking down at me. Or that it might actually crack open, spilling thousands of bug like aliens down to the ground like in the movies. Even though people are terrified, cities are going up in flames and families are being separated. The footage they catch of girls being taken, they always go with a smile on their face.

Whatever was coming for me, had to be better than here.

"Wow the sky looks really cool from down here." A male voice startled me, I gasped and stared at an interesting looking soldier stood behind me. He had no shirt on, but a sash going over his chest was decorated with patches and medals. His black pants almost seemed a bit big on him, and one pant leg was tucked into his boots. He had brilliant and striking red hair, sticking out of his head like a spikey rock formation with just as incredible red eyes to match.

His teeth were sharp, but his face was gentle and kind.

He smiled at me and sat down beside me. "I wish I had more time to look around..." My breath was stuck in my chest, my hands were shaking.

Is this... man the alien? He dug in a pouch on his hip and pulled out a clay figurine. "I found this. I just think it looks awesome, it's for you." I didn't reach out to take it, my body feeling frozen with shock. He gently grabbed my wrist and flipped my palm over, placing a little frog statue in my hand. It was warm from him holding it. It must have came from someone's garden in the park. "I-..." The little frogs paint was chipped, but it was cute. "Thank you. I like it." I kind of smiled at him, not entirely sure how I'm supposed to feel. "I was hoping you would! You've probably guessed who I am." He said with a hint of blush on his cheeks like he was shy. "I was surprised to find you out here in the open." He thought for a moment. "Are you alright?"

I looked at him, his face was sweet and filled with concern.

Hot tears stung my eyes and I buried my head between my knees and tried to hold back a sob.

"Hey, hey don't be upset... I promise I'm not here to hurt you." His touch surprised me. His hand pulled my head out of my hands and turned my face to look at him better.

"Your cheek is swollen. Are you injured?"

I said nothing and his eyes narrowed. "Come here, come here everything is okay now..." He stood and helped me stand to my feet. He placed his lips on my cheek and parted his mouth, his spit making a small space sticky and wet.

A pleasant sensation came over my tired body. He pulled me into his arms, lifting my feet off of the ground and holding me bridal style. I laid my head on his chest, feeling warm and comfortable. I closed my eyes and rested on him.

Is this why all that footage from fallen cities had girls with smiling faces? They suspected brain washing. I don't feel brainwashed.

I feel good.

I opened my eyes to look at him and saw that we were somewhere completely different.

We were in some type of hallway. There were a lot of people here, couples walking together. Some girls looked a bit like me, wearing normal clothes. They looked a bit shaken up, and clung onto their accompanying alien tightly. Other girls were human, but something was different. They were smiling brightly, wearing all the same dress but in different colors and patterns.

A lot of them had small pregnant bellies.

He set me down on my feet and took my arm to keep me steady. "Welcome home! The ship is designed to look like a neutral place our humans would enjoy vacationing too."

It did sort of look like a hotel.

He opened a sliding door by placing his palm on the wall and we stepped inside. "You know you're a little quiet, which surprises me. But I'm hoping you'll warm up... you still have what I gave you?"

I held out the little frog and he took it, setting it on a plain white table. "Our first decoration!" He leaned against the table and crossing his arms, making the medals on his sash jingle. "You probably have a lot of questions. I am Captain Kirishima Eijiro. You can just call me Eijiro, but if you don't like that name you can call me something else!" He nervously laughed. "Wait that's weird. Am I blowing this? I feel like I'm messing up."

"I'm Y/N... it's nice to meet you." I stood there awkwardly and looked around the room. It was pretty plain, a small bed in the corner. A kitchen without any utensils. "So you're not going to... kill me?" I asked feeling like my tears might come back.

He looked at me funny. "No not at all. Did you think that and you didn't fight me?" Eijiro's face was very concerned. "How about you take a hot shower and afterwards we get you something to eat."

The bathroom was small, and the shower wasn't too difficult to figure out how to turn on, but I couldn't get the steamy water to shut off. I wrapped myself in a soft towel and just about opened the door when I heard his voice.

"Yes I'm worried about the wellbeing of my mate. Her wellness scan says her brain is imbalanced. I think she's been emotionally injured." He was speaking to someone, I didn't hear another voice. "Yes sir. Thank you your Highness. I'll give her nutrition and treat her with the medical aide you're sending by. I'll give you a report after a few days to see if her conditions improved."

I opened the door and he smiled at me, looking up from a watch on his wrist. "I can't get the shower to turn off." I said quietly. He happily walked into the bathroom and showed me how to work everything. He turned the water off, and showed me how to open the cabinet and get toiletries. "And if you ever just want to relax you can change what oils go into the water. They're good for stress, sleep, and even waking you up in the morning."

I stood there, feeling a bit exposed in my towel. Eijiro tried to discretely look at my body. His eyes darted over me quickly, but he managed to mostly hold eye contact. "I should probably let you get dressed. I have some clothes for you."

Eijiro gave me a red dress to put on. It had pretty flower patterns sewn into it, giving the fabric just a bit of texture. It was lightweight and comfortable like a night gown. "Before we get some food in you, I'm going to offer some first aid okay?" He opened the front door and grabbed a package that was sitting outside. He unwrapped a vial and prepped a syringe.

He sat down beside me. "Things are going to better for you now. I'm going to keep you safe." He kissed my exposed arm, dragging his tongue across my skin and leaving a sticky trail. The saliva sizzled and absorbed into my skin.

My whole body felt warm. My skin erupted in tingles and chills. The needle entering my arm didn't hurt. "That didn't hurt did it?" He rubbed the injection spot tenderly. "No, what was that?"

"Your wellness scan came back showing some light damage to your lungs, as well as some sort of chemical imbalance in your brain. A few injections should clear up any damaged cells and get the hormones flowing correctly."

Could he really be curing my asthma? I've had issues my whole life with breathing. Nobody seemed to care enough to stop smoking in the house, or even roll the windows down in the car while I'm in there.

"You can make my depression go away?" I looked down at my hands. My finger nails are always picked down to the nub.

"If that's what your imbalance is called, yes."

Eijiro made a meal for me out of a tan powder and some type of hot green liquid. It reminded me of oats, but was very sweet. After eating together in the relative quiet, a sudden drowsiness came over me. He pulled the blanket over my shoulders and tucked me. I was asleep before I could even count to ten.

I rolled over, groggy and still feeling a bit tired. My arms hit something hard, and my eyes shot open. I gasped and almost fell out of the bed at the sight of sleeping Eijiro. He was breathing out of his mouth softly, a bit of drool falling onto his pillow.

I sat up on my elbow and his left arm flopped over me, pulling me back down on the bed with a loud exhale of air leaving my chest. "Hey!"

Kirishima lazily opened one eye before snuggling into my neck. "Good morning Y/N... ready to start the day?"

For some reason I feel a bit more comfortable today. After getting dressed, I had a lot of questions. He explained why I'm here, how the two of us will be living together from now on. "See I don't know how ready I am to start a family." He smiled and put a hand over mine. "I figured we could spend our time on the ship getting to know each other. Our culture is a little different than yours, we usually start a family right away once we find a mate."

I felt a bit of panic rise in my chest. A family? Is that what the rumors meant about the aliens needing DNA? "But I think you could use some time to heal and adjust. What do ya think?"

"I... I don't even know what to say. I feel like I walked into a dream world." It felt too good to be true. There must be more to this I'm not seeing, people aren't whisked away from our troubles to paradise. Maybe I died, and he's really my guardian angel?

"Does that make me your dream guy?" He gave me a wink and I smiled at him.

"So down this way we have all these resteraunts that we can stop by for lunch." Outside of the hotel like halls were more sterile looking, white halls that lead to different sections of the ship. "Before that I thought maybe we could take a look at the gardens." I held his hand while we walked through rows and rows of gorgeous, vibrant flowers. Tree's grew tall and made beautiful shade for us to sit under. We leaned against the cool bark, I rested my head on his shoulder. Kirishima told me stories about Home World and what our lives will look like when we get there.

"I feel like I'm talking a lot. Why don't you tell me about your life on Earth?"

My smile fell and I tried to think of something, anything positive about my child hood. "Well Earth wasn't that interesting. Home World sounds so beautiful and incredible. I mean, no human has any type of power like you do." He held up his hand and flexed, his skin hardening like rock. I giggled and he kissed my cheek.

We spent time like this together, building some type of routine. Wake up together, and then spend the day having fun and eating.

Every night he would give me an injection, and we'd fall asleep holding each other closely.

On my seventh night, I sat up in the dark gasping for air. My heart was pounding against my chest and I let out a terrible choking sob. Kirishima woke up immediately, hopping out of bed and searching the room for some type of threat. The light flicked on and after a few seconds of looking for an attacker he turned back to me and pulled me into his lap. "Y/N what's happening?" His voice was panicked and I tried gulping down air. "I had a nightmare." I pushed my words out with a shaking voice. He grabbed his watch he always wears off of the night stand and put it on. Holding my hand, a holographic screen appeared from the watch. "Your heart rate is rapid, and your endocrine system is pumping a lot of adrenaline." He moved me off of his lap and started digging in the kitchen. He pulled a medical kit out and starting prepping a syringe. "No! No I don't need any medicine." Tears stung my eyes and I took a deep breath. "It's just a panic attack."

He set the med kit down and looked at me strange. "A what?"

"A panic attack. Sometimes I have bad dreams, and they make me freak out." I pushed some of my hair behind my ears and started to settle myself. Usually they last a lot longer than this, but I feel like I have slightly more control than usual.

"What kind of horrible thing in your dreams made you wake up like that?" He sat down beside me and took my hands in his. His hands are callused and warm. I wanted to tell him, tell him anything and everything.

The years and years of living in hell, always being told that I'm nothing and deserve nothing.

"Your injections you've been giving me... they help a lot with-" I took another deep breath. "They help me to not feel like I'm always drowning." He started rubbing my back, just letting me talk. "Does your species have medicine that can make me forget Earth?" My voice cracked and he pulled my head to rest on his shoulder. "I just want to forget everything." I let my walls fall just a bit and cried into his shoulder. "Hey I've got an idea. How about we go for a walk?"

It was dark in the gardens. The artificial sky was lit up with a beautiful display of soft twinkling starry lights. Nobody is around but the two of us.

We laid down in a clearing and just looked up, staring at the beautiful lights like we're stargazing. He let me just enjoy the quiet, holding my hand beside me.

After a little bit he broke the silence.

"You know, I'm a pretty positive guy." He chuckled a bit. "But I'm also a soldier, I've seen a lot of messy and terrible things. Lost organisms that I was supposed to save. Kill organisms because I was ordered too." He spoke seriously, but still managed to have an air of kindness behind his tone. "I think I understand what's going on with you. You've been through war. I can't make the things you've seen and been through go away..." he rolled to his side and touched my face gently. "But I can fill the rest of your life with new memories..." I looked at his face and couldn't help but smile. "And be here for you when the old ones creep back up. You'll never have to go through anything alone again."

I grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him. His eyes were huge with shock, but he leaned into my kiss. He hovered over me, trying to keep his muscular body from pressing down on me too hard. He swirled his tongue past my lips and I shuddered, waves of heat washing over me and pulsing in my core. I gasped and pulled him down on top of me harder, a slight moan leaving the corners of my mouth. He pulled away from me slightly with a nervous laugh. "A-are you alright?"

I kissed his nose. "Your kiss made me lose my breath."

"Well that's because of my spit. It makes you... comfortable." He looked down at me with a smile. "Ready to go back home?"

The next morning I woke up and stared dreamily at Eijiro's face. He looked so much different to me today. His gorgeous face, his toned body. I ran my finger down his chest and my touch caused him to flutter his eyes open. "Good morning baby girl..." He yawned and stretched out his arm. His stretch had him flex all of his muscles and I pushed myself a little closer to him. "Good morning, I was going to hop in the shower..." I tried to lace my voice with lust so he would take the hint that I wanted him to join me. "Okay! While you're showering I'll cook us up some breakfast."

Lightly disappointed I stepped into the bathroom and undressed. I turned the water on and let it run for a moment before wrapping a towel around me. "Eijiro?" I called out and he quickly opened the door and stepped in the steamy shower. "You alright Y/N?" I dropped my towel and stepped in the water. "Oh I'm fine. Could you hand me more body wash?" Eijiro stood stunned for a moment. "Of course I can." He cleared his throat and got into the cabinet. I took the bottle from him and rubbed the soap on myself. "Would you mind washing my back?" I bat my eyelashes at him and he quickly stripped his shorts off and joined me in the water. He slammed his lips against mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pressed my back against the cool tile and his hips pressed against mine. His fingers combed down my back, his nails dragging against my skin and scratching me. I moaned into his mouth. "Please Eijiro... I want you." I whined. He pressed two fingers against my folds and swirled around, feeling my wetness stretch around him. "Are you sure about this Y/N?" I looked down and noticed his member was strange. His member was large, and the tip was rounded and closed off. The veins stood out against his pale skin, because they were maroon instead of a light purple or blue. "Yes please..."

He turned me around and bent me against the wall. I pressed my hands against the glass to steady myself and he backed my hips up to meet him. His tip pushed into my walls, my body eager to meet him. I gasped as he started to move, letting my body adjust slowly at first before gaining speed. His fingers dug into my hips as he groaned while thrusting into me. The bathroom echoing the sound of his body hitting mine. He bounced me off of his pelvis over and over again, I just moaned and cried out his name over and over again. "Eijiro please I'm going to cum-"

"I wanna make you feel so good baby- hold on-" His member shifted in my body, I felt him pulse as something moved through him. He pushed himself against the very tip of my cervix. Something moved up into my body, it felt like a jelly substance for just a moment before dissolving.

I felt fire run down my spine and erupt. I cried out, my orgasm rocking my body. He wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me steady as his cock shifted again. Another dissolving sensation, and then another. I cried out, shaking. My hands fell off of the wall and Ejiro held me close to him, keeping me from slipping in the water. "You alright baby?" I nodded yes, my chest heaving.

We laid snuggled together on the bed for most of the afternoon. He traced shapes on my back, giving me kisses on my head while we talked between naps.

I could get used to this, being touched with such gentleness. "I love you Eijiro." I whispered to him. I snuggled into his chest further. "I love you too Y/N. I always will."

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witcherslittledove · 3 years

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Just a Fantasy

This is both RPF and Dead Dove. Read the tags people!

Ship: Joey/Kal feat a side helping of Henry.

Words: 3.8k

CW: RPF, Dead dove do not eat, bestiality, knotting, anal sex, masturbation, mentions of A/B/O and monsterfucking.

Thank you for @deaddovecollector for being by beta and to @jaskiertheflowertwink amongst others for encouraging this!

Also on AO3

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Joey had always preferred animals to people. His anxiety just tended to get the better of him most days, and people were just the worst. It had been a problem all throughout his childhood and had only gotten worse as he’d grown older. Performing really wasn’t a logical choice, but it was in his blood, music was in his blood, and when he’d started acting semi-professionally at university he’d just become addicted. He supposed the draw was having the chance to not be himself for a while. Everything seemed easier when he could be someone else and Jaskier was ideal for that. Whilst there were a lot of similarities between Jaskier and himself, the flirty bard had all the natural confidence and charisma that Joey lacked. He was brilliant and exhausting and some days Joey just really needed to shut Jaskier out, crawl under the duvet and hide from the world and all the people in it.

Even Henry.

It had been a fucking relief when Henry had admitted to his own anxieties and Joey finally felt like he wasn’t fighting alone anymore. Plus it also meant that Henry’s giant floof of a dog had started coming onto set. Joey was fucking relieved. Yes, it was easier to socialise using Jaskier's energy in between takes, but, when he needed to switch the bard off, Kal was there demanding cuddles and affection. So he ended up spending a lot of time with Kal, which was just wonderful and luckily Henry seemed to be okay with it.

Before long, Joey was letting Kal sleep in his trailer at night, not every night but he had to keep his door unlocked otherwise Kal would scratch and bark until Joey let him in. It was kind of cute, and he just loved lording it over Henry in between takes just to get his co-star all riled up and grumpy. Henry was particularly sexy when he was grumpy, although that didn’t really say much. Henry would be sexy wearing an old bin bag if given the chance, and Joey was weak. The bastard didn’t seem to even realise the effect he was having on Joey, just laughing away and joking around as if he wasn’t giving Joey a bi-panic attack on a daily basis. So really, it was only fair that Joey got to monopolise Kal’s attention. Henry got to have his dog for the rest of the time and Joey’s flat didn’t allow pets so he was starved of dog petting time.

Kal was a very good boy, sitting when asked and letting Joey smother him with affection even though it had to be annoying. His owner had obviously trained him well, with lots of treats and smooches just like he deserved. He was perfect company in the evenings, sleeping on the end of Joey’s bed, even though Joey had definitely promised Henry that Kal would sleep on the floor.

But really what was the harm in it?

And who could say no to those big, sad, brown eyes?

Joey wasn’t a monster, thank you very much, and he certainly wasn’t heartless, which was how Kal managed to sleep on his bed almost every night.

Joey realised his mistake when he woke up rutting helplessly against his duvet, on the edge of an orgasm as he stumbled back into consciousness. He moaned, feeling the press of something against his arse, and he barely had time to glance around before he spilled into his boxers, gasping as he came.

With Kal sniffing at his arse.

“Oh cock,” he stammered, trying desperately to shoo the dog off the bed. His cheeks were burning, and he couldn’t believe that he’d just cum with Kal in the room. Henry was going to kill him.

No.

He just wouldn’t mention it, and it wasn’t going to happen again. Kal would sleep on the floor and no one would know any better, but shame seared through Joey. It didn’t matter that he’d been asleep, he shouldn’t never have let it happen. He should have listened to Henry.

He should have, he should have, he should have…

“Fuck,” he cursed, and Kal, the precious thing, just barked at him, trying to lick Joey’s face. Joey sighed, tentatively letting his fingers dig into Kal’s fur. He hated that he already felt calmer with the warm fur beneath his hands, especially after what had just happened. He was disgusting, and- “I need a shower,” he muttered before his thoughts could spiral anymore.

Kal barked again and Joey just pointed at him. “Oh no, you are staying there. Bad Kal. No, no. Don’t give me that look. Shit. Jesus Christ, Joey, get a grip. It was an accident, won’t happen again.”

That should have been the end, but Joey couldn’t forget about it. He tried to, really he did but the seed had been planted and his thoughts kept drifting back to that moment. The shame had evolved to a burning curiosity, probably not helped by his years of reading werewolf fanfic, but that had been one of those kinks that you only like hypothetically… right?

Right.

Regardless of the lies he told himself, Joey’s libido seemed to have skyrocketed. He was horny all the fucking time, which he was blaming on working with Henry Cavill almost every day he was on set. The man was a god and Joey was bi. He couldn’t help it. Kal, the spoiled bastard, still got to sleep on the bed after the incident but Joey always tried to sort himself out before he went to sleep. Of course, a quick wank in the bathroom didn’t really cut it when he was working with an actual god everyday.

So eventually, the inevitable happened, a few days after the first time, Joey had another dream with Kal in the room. He wasn’t entirely sure what the dream was, but he drifted between sleep and consciousness aching hard and leaking precum all over his hand. He moaned as he stroked himself, using the precum as lube, gripping onto the last moments of his dream, Henry’s face and magnificent arse floating across his vision, and god, it felt so good. His back arched off the mattress as he came, spilling onto his chest, one hand digging into the sheets. The pleasure washed over him, sapping his energy and he fell back into a light slumber, boneless and satisfied.

Until he felt the warm wetness of someone licking at his cock.

Joey’s heartbeat picked up as he registered what was happening. The messy sloppy licks could only be one thing… Kal, and it felt good, better than he’d imagined. Not that he would admit that he’d imagined it, but fucking hell, Kal was so eager, and Joey knew that if he hadn’t just cum his dick would be trying to get hard again.

And he was tired, Kal was just doing him a favour by licking him clean. It didn’t mean anything.

“Just remember to shower before hair and make-up,” he slurred, hands finding Kal’s head to scritch behind the dog’s ears, “s’won’t happen again though, buddy. Last time.”

It wasn’t the last time.

That night Joey tried to make Kal sleep on the floor. He even thought about locking the dog from his trailer, but those eyes. Joey just told himself that Henry would find it suspicious if he kicked Kal out, before letting the dog into his trailer and steadfastly ignoring the heat that was already pooling at his core. He may have been losing the battle, but Joey was determined to go down fighting. Alas, it had been a particularly long day on set and he barely had time to change his clothes before he was falling asleep, there was no time to attempt to push Kal onto the floor.

And if he was honest… he didn’t really want to.

The next morning, Joey woke up to the feeling of a wet tongue lapping at his cock, and he was so close to cumming, the tight coil in his gut, hips bucking up against the mouth and tongue that was sloppily licking along his length and balls. He cursed and closed his eyes. If he didn’t think about it he could pretend it wasn’t a dog.

Except he wanted it to be.

Even with his eyes shut he could see Kal licking so eagerly at his cock, lapping the precum from the tip and slobbering all over his balls... like a fucking animal. The thought was so fucking hot that he came almost immediately, all over Kal's tongue and snout, biting back a moan. No one could hear him, especially with the door unlocked, he had to make sure no one could hear him, but it wasn’t easy. He hadn’t been this turned on in years, not since he was a teenager.

Well, after that it was really all downhill. Joey still spent a lot of time with Kal on set but when the dog barked and panted excitedly… he couldn't help but remember the moments they’d had together, caught between dreams and reality. Walking around everyday semi-hard and lost in a haze of arousal wasn’t ideal and he felt as if he’d been thrown back to school, but at least he could blame it on Henry looking like that. Still, he knew he was a mess and it was a miracle that he remembered any of his lines. Whenever someone asked he just mumbled that he was tired. They all knew how exhausting Jaskier was to play, so he got away with it.

Thank fuck.

Henry was a different matter. His co-star knew him too well, and he struggled to lie to Henry, especially with the guilt that was eating away at him.

The other actor occasionally shot him an odd look but Joey shrugged it off, what would he say? "Ah yes Henry, sorry. I was too busy thinking about fucking your dog to remember my lines.”

No.

That was never going to happen. God, the humiliation would kill him. He’d never work again, he’d go to prison. Everything he’d worked for… gone, and anyway it was just a fantasy. He could claim that he had no idea what was happening when he was half asleep and it was just a fantasy.

It wasn’t like he was going to fuck the dog.

And he really really didn’t want to think about the details of his dreams, because truly he didn’t want to fuck the dog. He was intrigued, yes, but he didn’t read werewolf smut because he wanted to fuck the werewolf. It was the thought of being knotted, being so full he could hardly breathe, the bulge pressing from his abdomen, being fucked by something that’s only goal was to chase its own pleasure; mindless and feral. Werewolves, alphas, monsters; Joey had a type. Perhaps it was because he was physically quite well-built; broad shoulders, chest hair, muscular arms and thighs, but inside he was more fluid with how he preferred to dress and present himself. Jaskier truly had been a perfect character, all poofy sleeves and colourful outfits. The world had been tricked into thinking he was more feminine than he actually was and it was freeing. He could be himself, and sometimes that meant he wanted to be absolutely wrecked by a big strong alpha, whilst he begged for their knot.

Jesus Christ, he was so fucking horny.

He needed to get laid. Masturbating in the shower just really wasn’t cutting it anymore, and Joey was seriously starting to wonder what he would be like to take Kal’s knot. Werewolves and alpha’s didn’t exist, so if he really wanted to explore that particular fantasy he’d have to get creative.

That night he didn’t even attempt to push Kal off the bed, pulling off his boxers before clambering into bed, and when his hand wrapped around his cock, he was very much awake. He just couldn’t stop looking at Kal and the dog stared back at him, tongue hanging out like it always did. Except, now Joey knew what that tongue felt like, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he could lure the dog into licking at his cock on purpose.

Joey’s breath shook as his fingers swept over his slit, gathering the small amount of precum that was already starting to leak from his cock. He swallowed, offering his hand out to Kal, chewing on his lip as he tried to push away the anxiety and the feeling that this was so very wrong.

But maybe he was getting off on the fact it was wrong. Forbidden romances were and always had been a staple in literature, the thrill, the adrenaline, it was all as addictive as sex in its own right.

Kal shuffled forwards, sniffing Joey’s sticky fingers cautiously before giving a happy yelp and lapping up the treat. The sight made Joey moan and he gently guided the dog from his fingers to his cock, hard and aching for Kal. The dog seemed to be enjoying it just as much as he was, wagging his tail as he lapped eagerly at Joey’s cock in the same unskilled but desperate way he had been that morning, and Joey’s head was spinning from the sensation of it all. He clawed and gripped at the sheets, gasping at the warm wet licks of Kal’s tongue, slightly rougher than a human’s but Joey sort of loved it.

Shit. He was fucking ruined already and he hadn’t even managed to get Kal’s cock inside him yet. Time was running out though, Jaskier’s scenes were almost completely filmed and he only had a few more days left on set. The rest of his work would be in the studio with Sonya and the other musicians, so he decided to just bite the bullet. If he only got one shot at this in his life then he wasn’t going to waste it. He’d done his antagonising, and now he was just fucking desperate for dog cock.

So Joey took advantage of his free hands, getting them covered in Kal’s slobber before slipping a finger into his hole. It wasn’t the best lube he’d ever used but he was fucking filthy and he bit his lip so hard he could taste blood as he tried to stifle his moan. Joey could safely say he had never been that turn on in his entire life before. It was a fucking miracle he hadn’t already cum, but he was pushing back his pleasure with every breath, trying to think about anything and everything that wasn’t Kal’s tongue lapping up his cum, slobbering all over his cock.

Joey managed to get two fingers worked inside him before he got impatient. He didn’t want to chicken out. He wanted this and Kal seemed to want it too, but Joey wasn’t quite sure how to get the dog to fuck him. Kal wasn’t exactly a stud and Joey was pretty certain the dog hadn’t bred a bitch before, but he was desperate and running out of opportunities to live out his dirty little fantasies. So, like all great actors, he improvised, turning around and getting onto all fours. He smeared what he could of his precum into his hole, luring Kal's attention away from his cock and presenting like a bitch, like a slutty omega, for Henry's pet dog.

“Fuck,” he groaned, dipping his head and closing his eyes as he felt his cheeks burn with the shame, but it still wasn’t enough to stop him. He was too far gone; ruined by the thought of getting fucked and knotted within an inch of his life.

Luckily for him, Kal finally got the idea as he lapped at Joey's hole, his tongue pressing inside deeper than a human could ever manage.

“Holy fucking, fuck!” Joey panted, watching his own cock leaking onto the bed below. “Shit it feels so good.”

Every prod of Kal’s tongue sent shivers down Joey’s spine and his arms shook as he struggled to stay in position. He was practically sobbing at the sweet sensations of pleasure that flooded through him. The guilt, the shame, the humiliation, it all just made it so much better, and he almost came with just Kal’s tongue, his cock neglected and untouched, but he wanted more. He needed more. With a choked moan, Joey gripped his cock tightly to stop himself from spilling onto the sheets. He was going to cum with Kal’s knot inside him, even if that meant edging him into a total mess.

He just needed to figure out how to get the dog to mount him, and in all honesty, Joey was severely lacking the brain power to come up with a plan. He just knew he needed Kal’s cock in his arse. He wanted to beg the dog to knot him, to fuck him like a little bitch, but that wasn’t going to work. It wasn't as if he could just tell Kal what he wanted, but his head was a foggy mess; horny and desperate to cum. He cooed at the dog, words slurring as he tried to coax Kal to mount him.

Joey was so lost in his mindless arousal, that he didn’t notice the click of the door handle not until Kal’s tongue stopped licking at his hole and the dog jumped off the bed with a happy bark. His heart thundered in his chest as he scrambled to try and cover himself, to make it all seem more innocent than it had been, but it was no good.

It was too late.

Henry was standing in the doorway, face blank except for a dark hunger in his eyes, or at least Joey hoped it was hunger… it was probably rage. This was how he died, trying to get a dog to fuck him like a slutty bitch.

But maybe he could still save it. There had to be some kind of excuse that would work, he had to fight, to try and save whatever dignity he had left. If he was going to die anyway then he had to at least try. “I- it- it’s…” he stammered, every thought just sounding worse than the last.

Then Henry laughed. Joey felt his eyes go wide and he gaped at his co-star. This was a dream. It had to be a dream. There was no fucking way that-

“Looks like you need some help,” Henry said, his voice low and gruff and oh so fucking hot.

Joey choked, spluttering helplessly as his muscles finally gave out and he crumpled to the bed, laughing a little hysterically as the relief crashed over him like ocean waves. He wasn’t going to die, if anything Henry seemed to be into it, which was almost certainly why Henry had said to make sure Kal slept on the floor. The bastard had known his dog would do something…

And Joey had fallen for it like a demon falling from heaven, plummeting from grace into the fires of hell below.

“Joey get back up,” Henry ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument, “Come on Kal.”

The bastard gripped Kal by the scruff off his neck and pulled the very large dog back onto the bed as if he were nothing but a pup. Joey whined, scrambling up onto all fours just in time for Kal’s paws to land on his back.The dog was heavier than he expected and the claws scratch against his skin, the pain leaving pleasure in its wake. It was too much, too much, the weight, the soft feel of Kal’s thick fur, the scrape of his claws on his skin, he couldn’t do this…

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, head spinning so he could barely remember which way was up.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” Henry murmured, breath warm against the nape of his neck. There were fingers carding through Joey’s hair, soft and constant, sending tendrils of pleasure down his spine as he slowly began to relax under the weight of the dog that was now rutting against his arse. “I’ve got you, Joey, relax, that’s it,” Henry’s voice cut through the fog of arousal in Joey’s mind, every word like molten chocolate in his ears, warm and sweet and addictive.

Joey whimpered, wanting to reply but his tongue felt heavy in his mouth and he couldn’t find the words, they sat just beyond his reach as he floated in the lust-fuelled haze of his own mind. Every thrust had Kal’s cock rubbing against his hole, teasing for what was to come, until finally it pushed inside in one swift movement.

Joey couldn’t hold back his moan, crying out as Kal fucked into him, unlike anything he’d felt before; wild, feral, desperate. God, he was being used, there were no two ways about it, just used, fucked, ruined, and the hand in his hair suddenly tugged roughly, making him whimper pitifully. Henry moved Joey’s head so he could see Henry standing next to him, his own huge cock in his hands, stroking almost lazily as he watched Joey get fucked by his dog.

But god, Joey hadn’t seen a cock that large in so long… he could almost imagine Henry was his alpha and he was the slutty little omega being bred by their dog because he was so fucking insatiable.

He whined again, pleading for more even as it all felt too much.

"You think I didn't know what you were doing with my dog, Joey?" Henry growled in his ear, the words almost making Joey tumble over the edge of the orgasm that he’s been staving off for so fucking long.

"I- I... " he stammered, unable to form any coherent words as Kal kept pounding relentlessly against his prostate, sobbing as the knot pressed against his rim, growing with every thrust. The knot was bigger than he expected, and Joey wasn’t sure he could take it. His body wasn't made for this, but he wanted it, he needed it. He had never needed anything more in his life.

"You gonna take Kal's knot, Joey? Like the bitch you are?"

Joey keened, begging, sobbing, moaning as the knot pushed into him, stretching him more than he's had before. It was bordering on painful but it still wasn’t over. Kal rutted against him, grinding his cum deep into Joey, feral and animalistic, as he slobbered over Joey’s back. The dog kept losing his grip, digging his claws in with almost every thrust, the pain shooting through Joey like a live wire.

"That's it Joey, cum for us, there's a good boy"

And he did, finally letting go as he spiraled into an intense orgasm, sparks flying in front of his vision as he screamed wordlessly, his cum shooting all over his bed. Joey practically blacked out from the pleasure with Kal still tied to him, boneless as he vaguely registered the sticky warmth of Henry’s cum covering his back.

They would have plenty of time to talk about it in the morning, but Joey was far past coherency, as he fell into the void of dreams, Henry’s voice a lullaby in his ear.

#the witcher rpf #joey/henry #joey/kal #dead dove do not eat #mind the tags

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draconicmaw · 3 years

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Hope you’re not tired of me yet lol. #99 & # 100 for the drabble with you know which ship :P

Fun fact: I hardly think I will ever get tired of requests from the same people. Also fun fact: This is my first time answering an ask from my laptop and I AM CONFUSED.

99) “You got a cute butt.” & 100) “I just got out of the shower; I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?” from the drabble challenge

Yugi was not an uncleanly person. Growing up, his room had always been neat and organized, and he’d always been willing to help his grandfather with any household chores, including cleaning. However, that didn’t mean he liked it. Oh no, he abhorred cleaning, especially deep cleaning, which was why he tried to keep everything from getting dirty or cluttered in the first place. It just seemed smarter to nip it in the bud before it became a huge problem.

Of course, that was easy when he was a kid with only a small bedroom that he truly had to worry about maintaining.

Then, adulthood hit.

It was harder to do make sure everything stayed clean when he had an entire apartment to keep under control, especially with his busy schedule.

And while Atem was always helpful when it came to cleaning, he despised it even more than Yugi himself. (Yugi had the faint premonition that it was some left over royal brattiness on Atem’s part, but he never dared say such a thing to Atem’s face.) While Atem excelled at the manual labor of cleaning – the mopping and sweeping and vacuuming and the dishwashing – he was surprisingly lacking in the decluttering department. He got flustered by the mess, and stressed himself out with the thoughts of where the hell does this go and who does this even belong to or where on earth should I even put this. Yugi, meanwhile, excelled at organization and tidiness.

So, they divided their cleaning into three phases. The first phase, Yugi swept through and decluttered what he could without the deep cleaning. The second phase, Atem came through and busted ass with most of the manual labor (though Yugi often helped where he could, though Atem equally often shooed him off). The third phase, Yugi put in the final touches.

They were in their third phase, and Yugi was organizing the shelves with the movies and books on them while Atem was in the shower washing off the sweat and grime he thought he had accumulated throughout his duties.

Yugi had the radio playing, one of the channels that Atem liked. Smooth jazz alternated with swinging beats, and Yugi found himself playfully swinging his hips to each. He didn’t hear the bathroom door open, but he saw the movement out of the corner of his eye.

Atem stepped out in a cloud of steam, one towel wrapped around his waist, another held to his hair, sagging and dripping down to his wet, bronzed shoulders.

Beneath the hanging blond bangs, his carmine eyes were smiling warmly at his boyfriend.

Yugi blushed, caught in the act. But his lips quivered around an amused smile. “Hey, Atem. Ya like jazz?”

Atem frowned then, thoughtful. “Well, yes. I mean… I thought you were… aware of this.”

Yugi snorted then and shook his head. Right, Atem wouldn’t get the reference.

Yugi would have to fix that at a later date.

“Well, come dance with me,” Yugi invited, drifted closer, feeling the warm aura of that steam, of the heat of the shower emanating from Atem’s nearly naked body.

“I just got out of the shower. I can’t dance; what if my towel falls off?” Atem replied, head tilting to one side, hair brushing and clinging lower on his shoulders and torso. His smile was twitching steadily into a teasing grin.

Yugi shrugged, closer, close enough to smell Atem’s mouth-watering body wash and his soothing natural scent. “I don’t think that would be so bad. You got a cute butt.” He plucked a finger playfully at where the terry cloth laid tight against Atem’s toned, humid navel. His breath visibly caught. “Though, it would be fun to see how long you can manage to keep it on…” Yugi, head still tilted down, looked back to Atem through his lashes.

Atem’s eyes narrowed at the blatant – and blatantly flirtatious – challenge.

“Game on, Aibou.”

FIN

#puzzleshipping #blindshipping #domestic Puzzleshipping #do i take advantage of these asks to throw my headcanons at you?#yes #yes i do

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catlordewrites · 4 years

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Where the Roses Grow Chapter Three

The compound on Arvala-7 didn’t house one bounty, but two. Elsi Nokk is an enslaved nanny with more than a few tricks up her sleeve. She’ll do anything to protect her charge, even if it means standing against - and then with - a certain Mandalorian. Rated M.

@kyjoraven @killtherandomness

This story can be found on Ao3 and Fanfiction.net

CHAPTER WARNINGS: SMUT, slavery and associated themes, anxiety, dissociation, mild language.

First Chapter - Previous Chapter - This Chapter - Next Chapter

Chapter Three

Elsi woke with a start. The baby was less than an inch from her face. He cooed and grinned toothily, reaching out with his little hand to pat her hair affectionately and showering her face with sand.

She huffed and pushed herself into a sitting position, biting back a groan of effort as her muscles screamed and ached in protest after the full day of grueling activity followed by a night on the unforgiving ground. The sun was just below the horizon, washing the sky in pink and red, promising another hot, cloudless day.

The Mandalorian, of course, was already awake. He sat more or less where he had the night before - his cuirass back in place and in the process of collapsing the little lantern and returning it to his belt. The gash on his arm was still red and the cloth around it stiff with dried blood.

Elsi imagined that, if she were closer, she’d be able to see that the flesh was twisted and singed until sealed. It would leave an ugly scar. But she doubted he cared about something as trivial as appearance.

His helmet tilted up at her. “We need to get moving.”

Elsi dipped her head in acknowledgment, easing herself to her feet and picking up the baby to place him back in the bassinet. The baby grumbled, his ears drooping when it became clear that today was to be another day of riding. He wanted to walk and explore, she was sure. She wasn’t particularly thrilled either.

The Mandalorian stood and shouldered his rifle, but waited while Elsi paused to dig through her russack bag.

She found a strip of fabric that she had been saving in case the baby needed something new made. It was cream colored cotton, thick and tough. She shook it out and wrapped the widest part over the top of her head before tying the ends under her chin - resulting in a makeshift bonnet. Despite having spent the majority of the day before in the shade of the canyons, her cheeks were tight and warm from the sun. The bonnet wasn’t perfect, but she was hopeful that it would at least help a little.

Seeing that she was ready, the Mandalorian gave her a curt nod and led the way farther into the endless expanse of rock and sand.

. ~0~0~0~

The baby wasn’t getting better.

If anything, she worried he was getting worse. All he did was sleep, and it was getting harder and harder to wake him. When he did manage to wake up, he simply gazed at her through lidded, foggy eyes. Sometimes he would whimper or grumble, but otherwise he stayed deathly silent.

Even worse, he wouldn’t eat. Elsi tried everything. Milk. Fruits. Vegetables. Soups. Meats. Grains. She had the best luck with a hearty meat stew made in the house kitchens. When she smeared some of the grease across his lower lip, he stirred just enough to lick it off, then proceeded to swallow down one small chunk of meat and chewed at another for a while before drifting back to sleep with it still between his teeth.

Elsi did absolutely everything she could for him. She dipped a clean cloth in water and wet his lips to try and entice him to drink; she regularly cleaned and medicated his diaper sores; she talked to him; held him in her arms at all times.

Nothing worked. She feared he was slipping away.

With the baby swaddled tightly to her chest in a sling, she brought him with her into the gardens, hoping some sunlight and fresh air would do him good.

They sat together in Elsi’s spot by the stream, basking in a patch of sunlight while Elsi’s nimble fingers worked on mending and patching the holes and worn spots in the baby’s overcoat.

While she worked, her conversation she’d had with her Master earlier that morning rang through her mind:

~0~

“Will he recover?”

“Like I said before: I’m not a doctor.”

“You’ve cared for sick children before.”

“Human children, mostly. Some Devaronians. A few Zygerrians. I’ve never seen anything like him before.”

“But if he was a human child, would you expect him to survive?”

“No, I wouldn’t.” Silence fell between them.

She went on. “But he isn’t a human baby. Human babies are relatively fragile when you compare them to other species. He could be stronger.”

“Or weaker.”

“Yes.”

He heaved a sigh. “When will we know for certain?”

“I can’t really say. From experience, though, if he is going to die, it’ll probably happen in the next 24 hours. If he makes it to nightfall tomorrow, I’d say he has a pretty good shot at pulling through.”

~0~

Elsi tied off the thread and snipped it with her tiny sewing scissors. The patch was smooth and almost indistinguishable from the rest of the coat, which had been religiously cleaned and disinfected. It was good work, but there was a certain point where a garment would look worn and ratty no matter how much love her talented hands poured into it.

It would have to do for now. She wasn’t sure if there was any point in going through the trouble of making him an entirely new coat.

Elsi pressed a kiss to the top of his fuzzy head.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she murmured against the wrinkled skin. “Make it, and I’ll make you a dozen new coats. Fine, black market fabrics. The best. People will think you’re the son of a king.”

The baby stayed silent.

~0~0~0~ .

The baby was singing to himself.

It was tuneless, and despite the lack of a pattern or rhythm, it was unmistakably a song.

It was something he did when he was happy, and Elsi couldn’t bear to ask him to stop, especially since it didn’t seem to be bothering the Mandalorian, who was either amused by it or tuning it out.

As long as he wasn’t annoyed, everything was fine.

They walked until the sun burned high above their heads. It was hotter than the day before, but Elsi was feeling decently better after resting, and their little group was able to cover more ground in a shorter amount of time.

The dry flats melded into rocky hills. Elsi’s thighs burned as they picked their way up a particularly steep slope. Her head was down, focusing on placing one foot in front of the other so she didn’t slip on the loose stones, so she didn’t realize that the Mandalorian had stopped until she walked straight into him.

He paid her no mind, taking another step forward and kneeling, swinging the rifle around from his back. Taking the cue, Elsi crouched low beside the bassinet and surveyed the scene before her.

In the valley below sat a great, hulking sandcrawler. Although they were still a fair distance away, Elsi didn’t need the Mandalorian’s scope to recognize Jawas when she saw them. They swarmed the area like termites, picking apart the dried bones of what had once been a ship.

Elsi’s heart sank. She had been banking on the Mandalorian to get them off-world, but now that didn’t seem like it would happen. She was so annoyed that she didn’t feel much in the way of pity when a few of the little menaces vanished in puffs of smoke, meeting their untimely ends at the end of the Mandalorian’s rifle.

The Jawas’ screams of alarm echoed through the air, carried to Elsi’s ears by the scant breeze. They scrambled to return to the safety of their fortress under the inadequate cover fire of the few that had blasters. They were firing at random, so none of the shots came close.

Another disintegrated on the spot.

The crawler roared to life, crushing the little pole structure the scavengers had set up to catalogue the parts as its massive treads churned up the ground beneath it.

The Mandalorian didn’t say anything, but Elsi could see the outrage in the set of the bounty hunter’s shoulders.

Realizing what he was about to do - however illogical she thought it to be - Elsi scooped the baby from his bassinet and held him while the Mandalorian took off down the slope, skidding and sliding on the loose dirt and sprinting headlong after the crawling fortress, the now-empty bassinet trailing behind.

Elsi patted the baby’s back. Together, they watched as the crawler ate up the distance until both it - and the Mandalorian - disappeared from sight.

The baby tilted his face up at her and chirped. A question.

“No idea,” Elsi sighed, more to herself than to him. “He’s crazy-crazy, huh?”

The baby waggled his ears like he understood.

~0~0~0~ . . ~0~0~0~

Elsi sat on the open ramp of the Mandalorian’s ship, watching as the baby shuffled around the wreckage, hunting for bugs. He caught one every now and then, and Elsi’s stomach turned uncomfortably every time he popped up with one in his mouth, and again when he crunched it between his teeth.

She had no idea if the bizarre little creature’s choice in snacks was good for him or not, but was willing to assume that it was probably fine. He’d eaten much, much worse than a few beetles and never seemed to suffer any ill effects.

The time he ate a baby snake was probably the worst - to her, if not to him. Just thinking about it still made bile rise in her throat. It had been small; nose to tail, the length of a human palm. The child had held it up in his tiny three fingered hand… crunched its skull between his teeth…

Down it went, slurped down like a noodle, still wiggling in its death throes.

Elsi had been too horrified to stop him. By the time she realized what was happening, the snake was gone and the baby was grinning up at her with all the innocence of a cherub that hadn’t just killed and eaten something that probably should not have been.

She’d panicked, worried that it had been venomous and would bite him or something on the way down. But nothing ever came of it.

It was times like that she wished she knew at least something about his species - at least whether or not his choice in diet was normal.

She shook those thoughts away, instead forcing a smile when the baby toddled up to her, waving a rather large winged bug around in his fist for her approval.

“Good job!” She praised, though her smile transformed into a grimace when the half-dead insect met the same untimely end as the dozen or so others the baby had consumed in the last half hour.

The Mandalorian had been gone a while. Elsi was starting to worry. They were already screwed without a ship, but she was hopeful that the bounty hunter would have a better idea than ‘wander around in the desert and hope you find someone kind enough to take pity.

Which was what Elsi would be forced to resort to, should the Mandalorian get himself killed.

Then again…

More bounty hunters were probably on their way. But relying on them was a gamble. The Mandalorian had made it reasonably clear that he meant to keep them alive, but she knew that there were others who would kill them both to save themselves the trouble.

She could also probably track down the Jawas. Maybe they would be interested in some kind of trade. She didn’t have much to offer, but a ride to the nearest settlement shouldn’t be too much to ask. Jawas could be fairly accommodating, if you knew how to get on their good side.

And… well… if the Mandalorian was dead, then she felt that it wasn’t too calloused to bargain with his armor. Needs must, and all. At least a few pieces of it were bound to be real beskar, which would be more than enough to see her and the baby safe passage to civilization - hopefully further - if she could keep at least some from the Jawas. All she would have to do was hope that she found the body before they did…

All those thoughts were dashed when the Mandalorian rounded the end of the hull. She could help but be a little impressed at how quiet his approach had been - she wasn’t easy to sneak up on.

Although still alive, he’d definitely taken a beating. He was favoring his left leg and carried a stiffness in his back and shoulders - only partially due to frustration.

He said nothing to Elsi when he reached them, his helmet turning briefly to locate the kid before climbing the ramp and vanishing inside what was left of his ship.

Wise from experience, Elsi made sure to stay out of his way. She took the baby a little farther away from the hull, sitting on an empty box and amusing him with his stuffed frog, which had returned with the Mandalorian and bassinet, all the while listening to the distant clangs and curses as the Mandalorian examined the damage firsthand.

It wasn’t pretty. Everything that was worth having was gone. She was by no means an engineer, but she didn’t have to be to know that the vessel wasn’t getting off the ground, let alone off the planet.

She needed to figure out the Mandalorian’s Plan B before coming up with her own.

She was both frustrated and relieved when the Mandalorian finally stomped back down the ramp, still angry, but moving with purpose.

“We need to move,” was the only explanation he offered. His tone was terse. Clipped. Absolutely no room for discussion or questions.

He barely waited for Elsi to put the baby back in the bassinet and shoulder their belongings before he was striding back out into the desert.

The baby groaned, giving voice to the sentiments that Elsi would never dare say out loud.

More walking.

~0~0~0~ . . ~0~0~0~

They arrived just as the last of the sun’s rays were slipping below the horizon. The destination turned out to be a small homestead. It was a meek little farm: moisture collectors, a few of the small rounded patchwork metal huts that could often be found on desert planets, a work shed, and a few paddocks containing some large, bizarre reptilian beasts that Elsi had never seen before.

The walk there had been grueling. Out in the open desert, they hadn’t had the benefit of walking in shaded canyons, and while it was only three, maybe four hours of travel, the Mandalorian hadn’t exactly been accommodating in terms of breaks. The pace he’d set was brisk, and Elsi had gotten the distinct impression that if she was left behind - then that was her problem.

He hadn’t spoken once the entire trip, but that was fine by her. She’d needed to focus on putting one foot in front of the other, anyhow.

The baby, blessedly, had been good. As much as he didn’t like riding, he was content to sit quietly and watch the scenery and - when he got bored with dry, cracked rocks - the Mandalorian, who seemed to be his new role model. He would tilt his little head to survey the landscape as the hunter did, and when there were no behaviors to mimic, he would sit and watch, his eyes moving with the sway of the Mandalorian’s cloak.

The little traitor.

Under different circumstances, it might’ve been cute. Elsi didn’t see the appeal. But, then again, she hadn’t been asked.

The Mandalorian seemed familiar with the homestead. He didn’t hesitate to stride straight in, bypassing the main hut and making for one of the moisture collectors. Elsi was quick to see why. Up on the collector’s rickety maintenance platform was a short man. He had his back to them, but she assumed that he wasn’t human.

“I thought you were dead,” he addressed the Mandalorian without turning, managing to sound wholly indifferent and paternally disappointed at the same time.

The Mandalorian came to a stop at the base of the collector. The bounty hunter’s helmet tilted, but he didn’t respond.

Elsi stayed to the side and slightly behind - out of the way without hiding, her hands folded politely in front of her and settled her eyes just below the average eyeline - submissive without cowering.

The man turned to level the strange little group with a scowl. He was an Ugnaught, she realized, noting the squat stature, deep set eyes, and somewhat squashed face through the filter of her eyelashes. The Ugnaught’s frown deepened when his eyes flickered across Elsi.

“And you’ve brought another guest,” the Ugnaught added, starting to climb down the ladder to greet them.

“Meeya! Muu? Eh!” The baby, a tad over excited about a toad hopping about the base of the collector, scrambled out of his blankets. He clambered over the edge of the bassinet, much quicker than he had any right to be.

Elsi lunged to catch him, but the Mandalorian was closer and faster. A gloved hand flashed out, snagging the child by the robes the same instant he tumbled into thin air.

The baby dangled there for a moment, suspended by the back of his overcoat. The Mandalorian stared down at him, expressionless mask angled in such a way that it gave the impression of mild bemusement. The baby laughed, clapping his little hands like this was the best game and kicking his feet as if he hoped to swim in midair.

Carefully, the Mandalorian eased him to the ground, making sure to set the little creature on his feet and steadying him when his balance wavered. The baby giggled and waddled after the flopping toad.

The bounty hunter shot her a glance, as if confirming that setting the child down had been the correct thing to do.

Elsi, having regained her composure, remained expressionless as her eyes trailed after her charge. She didn’t trust him to not wander through the wire fence of the nearest pen. Although they looked clumsy, the beasts were big and had the long, jagged teeth of predators. It would take very little for the baby to get crushed underfoot or eaten.

Upon the lack of rebuttal (like she would dare to offer one), the Mandalorian turned his attention to his right vambrace, which had been sparking with electricity off and on throughout the day. It had already been damaged before Elsi had met him, but based on the aggravated way he’d been fiddling with it, she assumed that the jagged, twisted gash in the rust red steel was fairly new.

By that point, the Ugnaught had made it down the ladder. He waddled by, movements stiff with age, bypassing them in favor of adding a bucket of water to the trough just inside the giant reptile’s pen.

The baby was still shuffling after the toad. The Ugnaught looked down at him appraisingly.

“This was what was causing all the fuss?” He scoffed, sounding baffled, but not unkind.

“It’s a child,” the Mandalorian explained offhandedly.

The Ugnaught nodded gravely, looking between the hunter and Elsi. “And its caretaker, I presume.”

Elsi inclined her head to confirm, but stayed silent.

The Ugnaught grunted in acknowledgment before addressing the Mandalorian, passing him a delicate screwdriver for his vambrace. “The bounty you seek is for both child and slave?”

The Mandalorian didn’t look up from his vambrace. “Yes.”

That was news to Elsi. The child was the valuable one, she was just an extra commodity - the thing the child’s new owners decided to buy/appropriate so they didn’t have to care for him themselves. She was useful and convenient, but never valuable enough for any bounty.

“Better to bring them in alive, then.” The Ugnaught concluded. He took a few of his shuffling steps to stand before Elsi.

When he stuck out both of his gloved hands to take hers, Elsi complied just a tad bit too quickly. No hesitation. Instinctual obedience. After doing it, she knew that it was a mistake. The Ugnaught’s eyes glittered knowingly - with sadness and understanding.

She knew what else he saw that others might not. The slight crookedness in her once-straight nose from where it had been broken more than once. The thin, silvery scars around her right eye and cheekbone where a mistress had thrown a broken glass in her face. Her hands, too. They also bore a thin scattering of scars under the thick calluses worn by a lifetime of labor. She knew that if he removed his gloves, his would look the same.

She didn’t like it - being known. It hurt.

The Ugnaught squeezed her hands in what was supposed to be reassurance. She knew he meant well, but Elsi had to grit her teeth to keep from pulling out of his gentle grasp.

“I am Kuiil,” he declared. “You are my guest. Here, you are slave to no one. I have spoken.”

She’d met people like Kuiil before. She appreciated them - the ones who’d made their own freedom. But slavery wasn’t something that could be turned on and off at will. It just was, or wasn’t.

Elsi was saved from having to scrape up a faux heartfelt response by the Mandalorian.

“Hey… is that…”

Elsi whipped around just in time to see the toad go into the baby’s mouth. This time she wasn’t able to mask her distaste as he swallowed it whole, flailing legs and all.

“...normal?” The Mandalorian finished, radiating the disgust that they couldn’t see on his face.

Elsi didn’t stop the sigh that hissed between her teeth. “Yes.”

Kuiil chuffed, waving the scene away. “You will rest here tonight. You are weary from your travels.”

The Mandalorian stabbed at his vambrace with the screwdriver moodily while Elsi went to scoop up the baby. “My ship has been destroyed by Jawas. I’m trapped here.”

Kuiil gestured them along. “Stripped. Jawas steal. They do not destroy.”

“Stripped or destroyed, makes no difference to me,” the hunter groused, ducking into the doorway of the main hut. “They’re protected by the crawling fortress. There’s no way to recover the parts.”

Kuiil’s home was what you expected a desert-dwelling hermit’s space to look like. The ceiling was low, so low that even Elsi had to duck down to keep from banging her head. It was utilitarian and cramped, every available space covered with spare tools and appliances that could prove useful to someone who only had himself to depend upon in the desert. Despite the clutter, everything was neat and organized, and Elsi found it homey.

Elsi ducked in behind the two men, keeping a respectful distance from them both. The baby let out a little trill, full and content in her arms. She hushed him, tucking him against her chest as she took in their new surroundings. The Mandalorian had already moved to sit on a low stool along the wall.

Elsi wavered for a moment, wanting to be out of the way and not take up anyone else’s space. She elected to sit on a storage box a short distance from them, content to rock the dozy baby and listen as the two men continued to talk.

“You can trade.”

“With Jawas? Are you out of your mind?”

“I will take you to them,” the Ugnaught declared, moving to the stove and starting the beginnings of a meal. “I have spoken.”

Elsi actually heard the Mandalorian’s teeth click as he bit back a retort. She knew as well as he did that there weren’t any better alternatives.

Silence fell between them as Kuiil made them a simple, but wholesome meal of porridge and meat. The baby decided that he wasn’t ready to sleep just yet and insisted on being put down. Elsi fetched one of his toys - a length of yarn tied to a small wooden ball - out of her bag and he was happy to sit by her feet and roll it back and forth across the toe of her shoes.

Kuiil served Elsi first, another considerate gesture that made her extremely nervous. She had already been uncomfortable watching their host prepare a meal and doing nothing to help. She hid it the best she could - which was extremely well - thanking him and moving to sit at the small table against the wall.

The Mandalorian didn’t seem to notice or care that he’d been slighted, standing up to accept his meal and taking it with him to the back of the hut, vanishing behind a threadbare curtain that separated the front room from the back.

“Mandalorians value their privacy,” Kuiil commented as he settled across from her at the table.

“Yes,” was all Elsi had to say.

“I’m curious about the child,” he said, direct and to the point. “How is it that he fell into the care of a slave woman?”

Elsi swallowed her food politely before answering. It was both sweet and savory. Absolutely delicious. It had been a long time since she’d eaten anything outside of the ration packs that were thrown in her direction and she had to school herself to keep from scarfing it all down at once.

“The master I was serving was part of an Underworld chain,” she explained, honest but near emotionless. “I was the head-childminder of the household. The child was ill and in need of nursing. When it was time for him to be moved again, I was sold to his next keeper, and so on.”

Kuiil nodded seriously. “I’ve paid out my clan’s dept. I too know what it is to be bartered and sold.” An indentured servant. She wasn’t at all surprised. “What is your name?”

It had been a long time since anyone had asked that. After leaving Lord Burkisn’s household, she hadn’t needed one.

“Elsi Nokk.” It sounded strange to her own ears, like it belonged to someone else.

“Elsi Nokk,” the Ugnaught echoed. “How long have you lived in servitude?”

“Always.”

“Your parents, then, as well?”

“My mother.” Elsi was long past feeling awkward about speaking about her history. It was pathetic, she knew, and it made others uncomfortable. But it was her past, and she didn’t want to live ashamed of her entire life. “I never knew a father.”

“Is your mother still alive?”

“Doubtful.” In truth, her mother was long dead. There were channels through which slaves could communicate. Elsi had used them when she was in her teens - hoping to locate her long-lost mother, only to find heartbreak.

“You don’t know?”

She did, but she didn’t really want to talk about it. “We were separated when I was small.”

“How many masters have you served?” Even though she didn’t mind being asked such questions, she felt that Kuiil was leading up to something. Trying to make a point, one that was important enough for him to have forgotten about his porridge, which was growing cold.

“Many.”

Kuiil nodded again. Dead serious. “And what master do you now serve?”

There it was. It was the same question that had been nagging at the back of her head since they’d left the compound.

The answer? The Mandalorian. He had her fob.

Technically.

But Elsi sensed that that answer was the wrong one. She hadn’t missed the way the bounty hunter acted around her. He would scarcely look her in the eye. Wouldn’t address her unless absolutely necessary.

She made him uncomfortable.

He would never claim a slave.

The other technical answer? Whoever the Mandalorian was delivering them to. But that wasn’t solid, either. It was doubtful that they were necessarily expecting a slave to be delivered. She was a fairly pricey utility, but not near expensive enough to negate hiring a bounty hunter to find her, especially not a Mandalorian.

No. They wanted the child and his caretaker. Not a slave.

Kuiil wouldn't be asking that question if he hadn’t already weighed all the available options. She didn’t doubt that he’d come to the same conclusions she had.

The Ugnaught was waiting for her answer so he could pick apart her train of thought - to push her to make a bid for freedom.

She wanted to scream at him. Wanted to tell him that it didn’t matter whether she wore a collar or not, because her fate was the same - care for the baby. His captors would be hers - slave or not - and he shouldn’t dangle the concept of pseudo-freedom over her head.

She’d done the mental math during the walk across the desert. After considering the things she’d overhead in Lord Burkisn’s house and the things she’d learned since, she had a pretty good idea of who wanted the baby.

Everyone was a slave in the eyes of Imps.

But she didn’t say any of this, of course. She stayed honest, though, both to herself and the kind Ugnaught.

“I’m the child’s caretaker,” she said evenly. “I go where he goes.”

The baby sat his butt down heavily on her foot. He leaned back against her leg, rubbing his face into her skirt and cooing. It was almost time for bed.

Kuiil grunted, but it was hard to tell if it was in disappointment, aggravation, or something else entirely. Instead of pressing the point, he nodded to her now empty bowl.

“You are finished,” he narrated, sticking his hand out for the dish. “I will clean it. You will tidy yourself and your child in the bathhouse. Then you will rest.”

“Please,” Elsi added as she stood, mindful of the sleepy toddler still attached to her ankle. “Allow me to tidy away the meals. You’ve been such a gracious host.”

“You are my guest. I have spoken.”

That ended that. She’d wanted to argue, and if it wasn’t for the exhaustion creeping in her bones, she might have. Another time, maybe. Instead, she took directions to the bathhouse and picked up the baby, who squeaked and buried his little face in her neck.

Night had fallen across the desert, velvet and deep. Stars glistened overhead like ice crystals. The security lights were warm and soft, but lit the homestead well enough to see where everything was. The giant reptiles snuffled around in their pen, no more than great shadows hulking in the dark.

The bathhouse was exactly that - a shed with a tub sized basin, a sink, a sonic shower, a vac-tube, and an overhead faucet for showers.

Elsi couldn’t make herself use enough of Kuiil’s limited water supply to take a bath or a water shower, so she placed the baby on the counter beside the sink while she stripped and allowed herself to stand under the sonic shower just long enough to rid herself of the dirt and sweat of the past two days. The child was sleepy and was content to sit and wait the five or so minutes it took for her to wash and redress.

Then she filled the sink partway with water and bathed the baby. He whined about it quite a bit, but knew better than to fight it.

“I know, baby. I know,” she murmured sympathetically. “You can sleep soon.”

“Eep!”

“That’s not my fault. You could’ve napped today.”

“Merwlp. Muu? Gah!”

“I don’t know. Maybe you can play more tomorrow. We might be traveling again.”

“Eee.”

“Maybe it won’t be too bad. You might see some Jawas.”

“Oohwah. Buurrr!”

“I’m sure Mando will be around. And Kuiil.”

They talked like this a lot. It was as much for the baby’s development as it was for her sanity, as it had been a long time since she’d had anyone else to talk to. She’d missed adult conversation. Perhaps her next talk with Kuiil would be on a more pleasant topic. Maybe she would ask about the giant reptiles...

But for now, baby talk would have to do. Their conversation continued as she finished toweling off his ears and redressed him before stepping out into the night, not letting the rusty metal door bang behind her.

“Mmmwah!”

“Yeah, I saw that toad you ate. It was disgusting.”

“Mmmmm.”

“As long as you liked it. It would’ve been awful if you hadn’t.”

They were rounding the side of the main hut. Elsi froze at the sound of voices drifting through the rounded walls. The tones were tense. Clipped. Elsi held her finger to her lips to silence the child and leaned in to listen. She’d long given up any moral aversion to eavesdropping. To her, it was a survival skill.

“They’re bounties,” the Mandalorian snapped. “It’s a job. I follow the Guild Code.”

“You're a man of honor.” Kuiil tried to placate, but his frustration bled through his words.

“But?”

They were talking about her and the child. She clutched him tighter to her chest and inched forward to peer through one of the foggy glass windows dotting the hut’s patchwork steel walls, using the darkness to her advantage. She could just make out the shapes of the two people inside. The Mandalorian was standing, hunched against the low ceiling with his hands fisted at his sides. Kuiil stood before him, gesturing for emphasis.

It was the tail end of the argument, but there was more than enough left to guess what the rest of it had been.

“You possess a slave.”

“I don’t deal in slaves,” the Mandalorian bit. His shoulders were squared. Offended.

“Is that not her fob attached to your belt?”

The Mandalorian stiffened.

Silence fell, thick as tar and twice as sticky. Elsi’s blood roared in her ears. She was flustered - maybe just a tad bit angry. Kuiil hadn’t been able to convince her to make a bid for her freedom, so he’d taken it upon himself to do it on her behalf.

The Mandalorian’s hand went to his belt. Elsi braced for the pain she intellectually knew wouldn’t come. He held the control fob carefully in his palm, considering it.

When the Mandalorian didn’t fill the silence, the Ugnaught did.

“I assume her previous masters now lie dead in the compound. Deliver her to your client, and she will belong to them,” he elaborated, gentler now, but stern. “Until then, she obeys the one who controls the collar around her neck.”

Another beat passed. The Mandalorian placed the fob gingerly on the table, like it might blow up in his face if he wasn’t careful.

“I… I didn’t…” When the Mandalorian found his voice, it came rough through the vocoder, barely audible through the metal wall. “If I’d realized… It's been two days. I would never...”

Elsi was surprised at how shaken he sounded, but not as surprised as how distant she felt from herself and their conversation. Her emotions didn’t swirl in her gut. They were packed away and thrown out, leaving her fuzzy and numb.

So Kuiil’s next sentence didn’t affect her as much as it should’ve.

“If you have no complaints, I can remove it.”

“Would she then be free?” The Mandalorian asked sharply.

Kuiil picked up the fob with great care, turning it over in his hands and studying it. “I believe that the collar is the only physical bind. But I will ask.”

“Aren’t slaves normally chipped?”

“Many slaves are chipped,” Kuiil explained. “Those who aren’t are often collared. House slaves, mostly - those of wealthy masters who pay to send the slave to conditioning facilities to train them and increase their value. At that point, chips are considered unnecessary.”

If you have to chip your slaves, they haven’t been broken properly.

Elsi shoved her “Councilor’s” cruel voice out of her head. It had been many years, but she could still hear her mocking laugh.

“She’s my bounty, not my slave,” the Mandalorian said firmly. “If you can remove it, feel free to do so.”

She’d heard enough. Elsi was confused. Confused by her own emotions. Confused about why they thought it would make a difference. But most importantly, upset that the conversation and subsequent decision had taken place without her.

Despite her buzzing mind, Elsi knew better than to be caught eavesdropping. Silent as a cat, she slunk back to the bathhouse. She opened the heavy door again, but this time let it close with its full weight. The resulting slam echoed across the small farm. From there, she ambled back across the lot, picking back up her conversation with the baby like the last five or so minutes had never happened.

“Oh, so now you’re not tired?” She asked loudly, layering on the fond annoyance. “Are you gonna keep me up all night?”

It wasn’t an exaggeration. Although he didn’t understand the importance of what they’d overheard, he’d picked up on the intensity and was now wide awake.

He gave her a petulant look that demanded, ‘what did I do?’ “Muuu? Ehh?”

She flashed him a smile and pressed a placating kiss to the top of his head. “I’ll tell you a story first. Will that help?”

“Burrr!”

The Mandalorian ducked out of the hut as they reached the entrance. He stopped in front of them, looming between them and the doorway like a duraplast wall.

Elsi waited, the perfect image of pleasant ignorance while she pretended that she hadn’t heard as much as she had. Her eyes stayed respectfully low even as the baby babbled and reached for the hunter with grabby hands.

The fingers of the Mandalorian’s right hand played at his side. She noted it as a nervous tick. He looked like he wanted to say something.

He didn’t. He gave them a curt nod before walking off in the direction of the bathhouse.

She wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Elsi liked Kuiil, but didn’t know if she wanted to face the oncoming conversation alone. Any presence would be welcomed.

The baby burbled up at her, grinning. He would be there for her, at least.

She bounced him for a moment to steady herself before stepping into the hut.

Kuiil was waiting for her. His face was as grumpy as ever, but his eyes sparkled with renewed determination.

“I will remove your collar,” he said, straight to the point. “The Mandalorian has approved. I have spoken.”

. ~0~0~0~

Days had passed with no change. Every night when Elsi tucked her and the child into her bed, she thought the next morning would be the one where she woke to him dead on her chest.

She prepared for it mentally. Ready for the feel of his cold, lifeless flesh against her own skin. For the bitter disappointment and howling grief.

It had happened to her once before. Still and stiff and empty.

Elsi thought it would kill her when it happened again.

This tiny green baby was not her own, but she knew that it’s loss would destroy her regardless.

When the baby’s condition changed, it WAS in the morning, but it wasn’t the change she’d anticipated. She woke up and found herself looking deep into a pair of massive, deep brown eyes.

The baby grinned. He reached out to pat her cheek affectionately. And then he laughed.

It was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard.

~0~0~0~ .

The lock on the collar was not complicated - a fact Kuiil reminded her of more than once. All he had to do was trigger the release on the fob and then pick the lock.

Simple.

It still took a few minutes. A few moments after Kuiil had informed her of the decision and caught her up on the things she’d missed while bathing the child, the Mandalorian had reappeared, making Elsi believe that he’d hadn’t really needed to visit the bathhouse and had been lingering outside instead. She couldn’t blame him for wanting to avoid the conversation, though. She wished she could’ve avoided this whole situation altogether.

He made up for it by making himself useful and offering to hold the baby during the procedure. The little goblin stood on his thigh guard, laughing uproariously with the delight of finally being acknowledged by his stoic new friend.

Elsi couldn’t see his face, but she could gather from the Mandalorian’s body language that he was caught somewhere between uncomfortable and charmed.

“Waadar ke'sush',” the Mandalorian told the child when he wouldn’t sit still. “Ibic cuyir jaon'yc par gar buir.”

Elsi wasn’t familiar with the language, but could glean the gentle rebuttal from the tone.

First Kuiil picked apart the fob, checking and double checking for any nasty anti-escape measures. Finding none, he had Elsi sit in one of the low stools while he stood beside her, giving him easy access to the lock.

Elsi could feel the steel pick scraping around against the iron mechanisms. She was being freed, but the only emotions she could find within her were fluttering anxiety and icy dread. She knew how she was supposed to feel, but knowing something didn’t mean shit if it wasn’t true.

Despite her feelings, she didn’t once resist or argue. They were trying to do her a favor. She didn’t want to throw that kindness away. It was also worth mentioning that the Mandalorian and Kuiil were still calling the shots, and if they wanted the collar off, it was coming off.

With a collar, without it, it didn’t make much difference to her. She would still be at the whim of whoever was in possession of the baby. She would still be a slave, by nature if not by name.

Especially if they fell into the hands of the Imps, she would either be recollared or chipped.

Or killed.

But the lessened risk of being electrocuted at a whim sounded nice. So that was something.

She’d worn a collar as long as she could remember. Most slave children that were sent to conditioning were collared at age five, as she had been. After that, the only time she’d been without it were the handful of times where she’d outgrown one and had to get it resized.

Resizings were uneventful. It had been at least two decades since her last one, but she could remember how naked she’d felt without the cold metal band holding her together.

The lock clicked and the collar went slack.

Elsi wondered if she’d feel naked all the time now.

Kuiil carefully maneuvered the metal band from around her neck. She swallowed hiss of pain when the end scraped against the tender flesh beneath.

Then it was gone.

Elsi was free.

It didn’t feel any different.

Kuiil nodded his satisfaction and the Mandalorian dipped his head in what was probably congratulations. They both looked at her expectantly, which only served to vamp up the sensation of being naked by topping it off with feeling like an animal on display.

What was she supposed to do? Did they expect her to laugh? To cry? To run? She wished she knew so that she could distract herself by having a reaction to fake. Her heart was racing, and the only impulse she had was to curl up in a dark corner and hide.

She would never do that, though. She felt vulnerable enough as it was.

Instead, she reached out to take the baby. He went to her gladly. As novel a concept as the Mandalorian was, the child seemed to sense that his caretaker needed the familiarity of him in her arms. He cooed at her softly, one of his little hands coming up to pat the now bare place where her collar had been. The skin was raw and it didn’t feel nice, but she didn’t stop him.

He chirped.

“Yeah, that’s weird, isn’t it?” She murmured quietly, brushing the peach fuzz on his head with her lips. “It is to me, too.”

“You have had a long day,” Kuiil declared, dropping the now useless collar into a box of other junk. “You will rest now. We leave to find the Jawa at first light.”

~0~0~0~ . . ~0~0~0~

In one of the two back rooms within the Ugnaught’s home, Elsi sat on the thin straw-stuffed mattress Kuiil had provided. It was lumpy and the fabric was rough against her skin, but it was eons better than the ground or the stiff mat she’d been allotted by the Nikto.

The Mandalorian had been given a similar sleeping pallet, which he’d picked up and carried to one of the storage huts for the sake of privacy. He probably needed some helmetless time, and Elsi couldn’t find fault in that.

Elsi’s mattress lay on the floor against the wall, wedged in a gap between two shelves. The baby, totally wiped out from the day, finally managed to drift off in her arms. She held him longer than necessary, needing to touch him and know he was okay. She tried placing him in his bassinet twice, only to reopen the shutters because she’d started to panic as soon as they closed and he was hidden from her sight.

He was fine.

He was safe.

She was safe.

Fine? Not so much.

What she was was exhausted, but her mind wouldn’t let her sleep. All of her systems were on high alert and wouldn’t shut down.

The faint lowing of the reptiles outside was too loud, the feeble light from the single lamp too bright.

In the next room, she could hear Kuiil’s slow, steady breaths as he got the rest she so desperately craved.

Elsi twitched when a toad - one that had been lucky enough to avoid the little green predator sleeping in her lap - started to croak somewhere outside.

She fidgeted, rubbing the comatose baby’s ears like a worry stone. All she could think about was the air on her neck. The collar - the thing that had defined her for nearly four decades - sat in a box in the other room, buried under other useless trinkets.

Without it, she felt adrift. Throughout her tumultuous life, it had been her only constant. Her anchor. It wasn’t just metal - it was her. She’d seen it in the mirror as many times as she’d seen her own face. She’d carried its weight, bore the marks that it had carved into her skin, learned to work and fight around the limitations it represented and even turn them to her advantage. Had it all been for nothing?

Elsi was tempted to go and get it from the other room. Maybe if she held it in her hands - placed it under the sack of a pillow - she could sleep.

But, no. She wouldn’t do that.

If she were caught with it… nothing would happen… but she felt that others knew too much about her as it was. Unveiling a weakness was unacceptable.

Trembling, she dug the heel of her palm into her forehead.

There had to be another way.

An idea sparked in the recesses of her whirring mind, bright and shining. It wasn’t the best idea she’d ever had; she was more than aware of all the ways that it could go wrong. But now that her brain had latched onto it, there was no letting go.

She didn’t have much to lose, anyhow.

Elsi placed the sleeping baby into the bassinet, closing the shutters and firmly telling herself that she wouldn’t open them again until morning. Trusting that the baby would sleep until then, she slipped back on her worn shoes and padded silently out of the room.

The night was at its deepest. Cool desert air caressed Elsi’s sunburned cheeks and batted at the loose strands of hair that had fallen out of her braid. The stars were brighter than ever, flourishing with the lack of competition in the moonless sky.

She took a few steps out into the murky shadows of the farm. She paused. Listening.

She had a hunch that she wasn’t the only one that couldn’t sleep.

The faint tinkle of fine metal tools told her that the assumption was correct.

Elsi followed the sound to the Ugnaught’s outdoor workshop. It was a sort of stall of wood and metal with a rusted tin awning to protect the tools and storage containers from the weather.

The Mandalorian stood at the workbench jutting out from the shelves, evidently still trying to salvage some of the connections in his damaged vambrace. He looked up from the sautering tool as she approached.

He didn’t seem bothered by her presence, but he didn’t seem to understand it either.

“The kid?” He asked, indicating the hut with his chin.

“Asleep.” Elsi rubbed her arms to ward off the chill. She wondered if a storm front was on its way. Usually a drop in temperature on Arvala-7 precluded a rainstorm.

The Mandalorian grunted, returning his attention back to his work. “You should be, too.”

“As should you,” she reminded him. It was the first time she’d given him even a hint of attitude beyond compliance. She held her breath to see if he would react.

He didn’t, not really. There was a shift in his shoulders, but it seemed to stem from curiosity.

“I should,” he admitted, his voice low and soft. He nodded at the damaged vambrace. “But I need to get this functioning properly before tomorrow.”

“For the Jawas?”

He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “I like to be prepared.”

Elsi agreed, but continued to feel him out. She raised an eyebrow. “Then you should prepare for negotiation, not battle.”

His scoff was little more than a burst of static through the vocoder. “You can’t negotiate with Jawas. Not well, at least.”

Elsi fixed him with a deadpan expression.

“Well, your last method was so successful,” she drawled. “I’m not surprised you’re hesitant to try another. Stick with what works, I say.”

There was a beat of silence, followed by another burst of static through his helmet. For a microsecond, she thought she’d annoyed him, but the set of his shoulders had loosened. Amused, then.

He shook his head in good-humored disapproval, dropping the sautering tool back into an open toolbox. Elsi stepped closer, closing the cushion of distance between them. The Mandalorian turned to face her as she entered his space, but his body language told her that she wasn’t unwelcome.

The Mandalorian was about half a head taller than her. The helmet tilted down to look her in the face.

“Why are you out here?” The question was firm, but the tone his deep voice used to ask it was pure velvet.

She blinked up at him with bland innocence. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“So you come to me?” She could practically feel his raised eyebrows. He was world-wise enough to recognize that she had ulterior motives - and enough to probably have a pretty good guess as to what that motive was.

“Yes,” she said simply. She stood close enough to him now that she could feel his warmth radiating from his body..

“To…” He cocked his head. “...chat?”

Laughable. He thought so too. This was the longest conversation they’d had.

But he still didn’t move away. Elsi took it as an invitation.

She placed her hand flat over his abdominals - just below the cuirass. Although there were several layers of thick fabric as well as a Kevlar pad between him and her hand, she could still feel the muscles beneath twitch in response.

With the same amount of innocence, Elsi responded, “Yes.”

The helmet tilted to the side. Intrigued. Her hand wandered lower, tracing the edges of the metal buckle of his utility belt, and then lower still.

He grunted when she pressed against the space between his legs. She watched the helmet closely, checking for any signs of discomfort. His breath had quickened, his chest beginning to heave.

He didn’t ask her to stop.

Elsi palmed him through his pants until she felt his body start to respond. Then she found his zipper, pulling it down slowly for effect.

Once given access, she pushed her fingers through the gap and was pleased with what she found.

He was already half-hard, and his cock twitched as she ran her thumb across the head.

The Mandalorian grunted, shifting his stance almost imperceptibly wider, like he wanted to give her better access, but knew that he probably shouldn’t.

When his hand finally came up to grip her wrist and stall her movements, she started to move away, biting back disappointment.

Except he didn’t let her. He kept her in place, her hand still loosely wrapped around his erection. It took him a moment to find his words, but when he did, it wasn’t to send her away.

“It wouldn’t change anything,” he warned.

Elsi understood what he was trying to say. It was unnecessary, but she appreciated it all the same. She and the child were bounties, and they still would be no matter what.

If he was going to fuck her, it wasn’t going to be under any false pretenses.

She didn’t expect any special treatment to come of this. Not really. It wasn’t what she was after right now, anyway. She wanted the release. To be touched. To forget; even if it was for just a few minutes.

If nothing else, maybe it would at least help her get to sleep.

She held the gaze behind the visor unflinchingly. “I know.”

He cast a look back towards the hut, seeming to pause and listen for any sign of Kuiil or the baby before turning back to face her. “What about—”

“Implant.”

There was a beat of silence; of stillness - save for the heaving of the bounty hunter’s battered cuirass. For that moment, neither of them looked away, pale grey eyes locked on the tinted black T, and vice versa. It was an odd sort of stand off - like two fighters in a cantina, each waiting for the other to draw their weapon - except with very different stakes.

The Mandalorian moved. His hand went to the blaster in its holster and drew it, his gaze never leaving Elsi’s.

She didn’t so much as blink.

Without looking, he dropped the blaster almost carelessly on the workbench, just out of his - and therefore Elsi’s - reach.

Then went his vibroblade. He brought his boot up so he could grab the handle without breaking eye contact. The impeccably polished steel flashed in the light before it too was gently tossed alongside the blaster.

Then his utility belt. There were explosives on it. Tools. Sharp objects. It unbuckled with a soft click before being added to the growing pile, landing with a clatter.

The last to go were his gloves. Elsi watched, intrigued, as he picked them off almost daintily by the orange leather tips, one finger at a time. The hands underneath were large and rough. Strong and naturally tan. Human hands. A small, circular tattoo was etched into the soft flesh beside his thumb in dark ink. Elsi wondered what it meant.

The gloves were tossed away carelessly, and his hands dropped to his sides. Not in an uncertain way. Not hesitant. Just… thoughtful. Non threatening.

The helmet ticked sideways, emphasizing the sentiment.

Double checking.

Elsi’s body language remained open and relaxed. She shifted her weight back a smidge so the edge of the workbench pressed into her lower back. Inviting him closer.

He stepped into her space. The tattooed hand slowly lifted, coming up to her face, knuckles tracing her jaw. Careful. Exploring.

Her chin tilted up, encouraging. He responded by brushing his thumb across her lips. She parted them, let him do it again. Poked out her tongue to taste his skin, then took his thumb playfully between her teeth.

The Mandalorian’s breath seemed to stutter. Emboldened, he closed the remaining distance between them. The metal cuirass pressed flush againt her breasts. His hand wandered down. Down her throat, finding the sweet spots below her ears.

He was VERY good with his hands.

He’d done it like this before.

Elsi wondered how it would feel if he used his mouth - if he’d ever used his mouth like that before. She imagined not.

The Mandalorian hesitated on the rough band of flesh at the base of her throat. The scars were old and deep, twisting the skin into another collar - one that could never be removed.

Elsi knew what it looked like. She’d seen the marks left by over three decades of wearing a collar. Knew it was ugly. When Mandalorian’s thumb brushed delicately across the reddened welts left by yesterday’s electricity, she shifted away, suddenly unreasonably concerned that he would grab her by the collar etched into her flesh and drag her around by it.

The offending hand moved away at once. He didn’t try to touch her there again.

The Mandalorian paused, checking to make sure nothing had changed.

Elsi was tired of waiting. She went back to his cock, this time not hesitating to reach in and free it from where it had been tenting up his pants. She pumped it a few times, but there really was no need. He was ready.

The Mandalorian grunted. His hands flew to her shoulders, gripping her tightly for a moment, seeming torn between pulling her closer and pushing her back.

He settled on pushing her back - back into the table, where he encouraged her to jump so he could lift her onto the work bench. She did, pleased that it was the perfect height to position her hips level with his.

In one fluid motion, the Mandalorian swept the tools on the workbench to the furthest edges of the surface, clearing enough space for her to sit without being perched precariously on the edge.

Elsi spread her legs, and he stepped into the cradle of her body, slipping his hands underneath the hem of her dress to check her readiness - finding the source of her impatience, but not her undergarments, which she’d removed before she left the hut in anticipation of this exact scenario. A growl rumbled in his chest.

That was the end of foreplay.

Finally seeming to understand what she wanted from him, the Mandalorian flipped up her skirt, bunched it at the tops of her thighs, closed the gap between them, and grabbed her by the hips.

Elsi gasped when he pressed his flesh roughly into hers, her hands snapping up to grip the unarmored part of his shoulders. The Mandalorian groaned, using one hand to brace himself against the workbench and the other to hold Elsi in place by tangling in her hair. The moment he was in all the way, he started thrusting.

It wasn’t slow.

It wasn’t gentle.

The Mandalorian was strong, and he had his own frustrations to vent.

His grip on her hair was tight enough to hurt. The sensation was enough to wipe Elsi’s mind blissfully blank.

The only things even remotely worth considering were of the here and now. The slide of his cock. The way he smelled; of dirt and sweat and metal; she buried her face in the fabric covering his collarbones, fascinated by it. The cold press of metal against the side of her head, where his helmet rested - digging in almost painfully as he tried to get closer, get deeper.

She’d never fucked someone while they were helmeted, but couldn’t find cause to complain. It was uniquely erotic. She could hear him - each quiet modulated grunt, pant, and groan - each tiny sound given to her through the cold kiss of steel against her ear.

Really, she liked it. Liked the contrast between the heat of his cock and the chill of the armor. Liked the impersonal aspect of the helmet. Liked how she got goosebumps everywhere her flesh touched metal.

That being said, Elsi’s hands still roved, seeking out all the soft parts of him she could find. The small of his back. Biceps. Buttocks. The back of his neck. Although those places were covered with thick fabric, she dug her fingers in to ensure he felt every bit of it.

He’d groaned his approval of her exploration, so she continued, going as far as placing a bite on the side of his neck. The fabric tasted of sand and sweat, but it was more than worth his reaction.

Suddenly, he pulled out. Before Elsi could protest, he lifted her bodily off the table and flipped her around so that her back pressed hard against the steel covering his chest, then bent her over the edge and carried on with renewed vigor.

The hand that Elsi wasn’t using to brace herself against the bench groped blindly around behind her, jamming her finger against the thigh guard before she found the back of his thigh, which she then gripped tight enough to leave behind bruises.

He was close. The snap of his hips was jagged and cramped. One of his hands went down her front to rub roughly between her legs while the other clutched desperately at one of her breasts.

Her release was quiet, spent by shuddering where she stood trapped between the steel cuirass and wooden table, biting back her cries so they were no more than a few strangled whines and gasps.

He followed soon after. Not remotely loud, but deliciously vocal. His helmet rested heavily against the back of her neck as he gritted his pleasure into the space between her shoulder blades.

They stayed like that for a few minutes. Elsi listened to his modulated breaths, enjoying the weight of him keeping her pinned to the table while he rested against her. The hand that had been groping a breast through fabric dipped down under the neckline and into her bra, where he fondled the flesh beneath almost lazily.

“...you good?” His voice was somehow even more gruff than usual, but in a disheveled way that was undeniably sexy.

Elsi hummed contentedly. Her hands curled around his elbows as she melted back against him. He chuckled breathlessly and nuzzled the front of his helmet against the back of her head, giving her a tight squeeze as he did.

He was soft by the time he finally left her, but even after he’d tucked himself away, he stayed close for another few minutes. The Mandalorian turned her back around and encouraged her to lean against his chest. His strong arms looped around her, taking the time to slowly rub up and down her back and massage her neck with his still-naked fingertips.

She never would’ve pegged him for a cuddler, but here they were.

It was unexpectedly nice - but all things end. The glass of his visor pressed briefly against her cheek, giving her the approximation of a kiss, then he was moving away.

They didn’t exchange any words. There was no need to. When they were done, they went their separate ways - him to the storage shed, her back to the house. No goodbyes. No second glances. No hesitation. Although their brief intimacy had been thoroughly enjoyed by both parties, they were back to their previous relationship of bounty hunter and bounty.

Exactly as it should.

Unbothered, Elsi sneaked back into the house. She checked on the baby and was relieved to find him still asleep. The rush of endorphins had numbed her frayed nerves and the pleasant ache of her core distracted her body from the emptiness around her throat.

Feeling much more grounded, she was finally able to curl up on her makeshift bed and slip into a dreamless sleep.

~0~0~0~ .

*Mando’a Translation: ‘Pay attention. This is important for your mother.’*

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yelena-bellova · 4 years

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ahhh I love your work!! Can you please do 6 and 14 with female reader and Poe? :) I’m a big fat sucker for a juicy friends to lovers.

A Night on Courscant

Plot: Poe and Y/n are stranded on Coruscant searching for a hotel room. But when do things ever go according to plan?

Warnings: extreme steam 🔥

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Why does every Poe imagine I write turn so thirsty? 😂 I’m not upset about it. I also managed to get every trope possible in this one including the famed ‘there was one bed.’

(And thank you so much, anon, for the kind words!)

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6: “You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”

14: “Don’t pretend that you don’t feel the same way.”

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It was supposed to be a one day diplomatic mission to Coruscant. We were supposed to be back at base by nightfall until our ship’s compressor had decided against that decision. I’d contacted Leia to let her know the situation and she said she’d send a ship first thing in the morning. Until then, Poe and I were walking through the heart of the metropolitan planet in search of a hotel for the night.

“If I remember right,” Poe pointed towards a cluster of smaller buildings, “One of those has rooms for pretty cheap. Between the two of us, we should be able to swing it.” 

“Good,” I replied, “I’m ready to put an end to this day.”

“Aw, c’mon, sweetheart,” Poe pulled me into his side, “There’s a lot worse people to be stuck with for the night.”  I laughed, trying to ignore the hammering of my heart at being pressed against him. Falling in love during war was dangerous, but falling in love with your best friend during war was just plain unfair.

“Look at it this way,” Poe said, “We had to sit through a criminally boring meeting, lost our ship and are stranded on a planet we hardly know. It can only get better from here.”  Like clockwork, just as Poe had finished his sentence, it began to rain. Upon the first drops hitting, he bit down frustratedly on his lip and nodded.

“You’re right,” I said over the growing noise, “This is better.”  Poe sighed and reached for my hand, “Come on.”

We dashed through the city, weaving between people on the crowded sidewalks, as the light drizzle picked up and turned to a torrential downpour. Luckily, the hotel Poe knew about was close by and it didn’t take long to make our way over. However, with the strength of the storm, we were soaked to the bone by the time we got there.

Poe had compiled both our credits and we stood at the check-in desk, awaiting our room key. In my exhaustion, I hadn’t realized I was staring at my friend. The rain had soaked through the cream colored shirt he was wearing, making the outlines of his chest extremely visible. He’d pushed his wet curls off his face but one of them stubbornly stayed in place against his forehead, perfectly out of place. There was a reason that Poe was the poster boy of the Resistance, someone that beautiful deserved to have their face all over the galaxy.

Once the worker returned with our room key, Poe and I were quick to make our way up to our floor. The sooner we went to sleep, the sooner we’d get to go home. When Poe unlocked the room and switched on the lights, we were met with the surprise that there was only one bed.

“I could’ve sworn I asked the guy for a room with two beds,” Poe said.

“I was there, you did,” I sighed, my thoughts running rampant at our situation.

Poe rubbed at his neck, a nervous habit of his, “I guess we could make it work?”  “Yeah, of course,” I replied quickly, “I mean we’re…we’re friends.”  I must have been tired because I thought I heard Poe hesitate before saying, “Yeah, friends.”  He locked the door and we fully entered the room, I was trying to figure out how to navigate the night without it being too awkward. It was too late and I was too tired for a shower and it wasn’t like I had other clothes to change into. Not to mention I’d caught a chill during the storm and was freezing, all I wanted to do was get into bed.

“Um,” I began, “We’re going to need to, uh, get out of these clothes.”  Poe nodded, “I can turn around and you can get in bed, that way I won’t see anything.”  “O-okay,” I said, Poe promptly turned around and awkwardly cleared his throat. I peeled my long sleeved shirt off, followed by my boots and pants. I was left only in my undergarments, more cold than I’d been with my layers still on. I hurriedly climbed into the bed and pulled the covers over me.   “You’re safe,” I said, Poe slowly turned around and smiled at the sight of just my head peeking out from the blankets.

Without warning, he shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and reached behind him to pull his shirt over his head. I should’ve turned around instantly, but the shock of seeing his toned chest on display had caused my brain to short-circuit. After a few seconds, I caught myself and nervously turned on my side, mumbling an apology. I felt like a complete idiot. Poe moved under the sheets and I could feel the heat that practically radiated off of him warm the bed,

“Can I ask you something?” he quietly asked, I still hadn’t turned to face him.

“Sure,” I squeaked.

“If you were to describe you and I, what words would you use?”  I squinted in confusion, almost wishing that we would have gone to bed silently. Every word I wished I could use flooded my mind, but none of them had any place in our reality.

“Well,” I started, attempting to sound nonchalant “We’re friends.”  Poe hummed, “You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”

My eyes widened in horror before I turned over to face a very smug looking Poe.

“W-what are you talking about?” I asked.

 Poe gave me a knowing stare, “Do you honestly think I haven’t noticed how you look at me? I know because,” he took a deep breath, “It’s the same way I look at you.”  I must have looked ridiculous, my jaw slack and my eyes slitted as I tried to comprehend what Poe was admitting to. Was he saying…he felt the same?  “I-I-Poe, I don’t know what-I mean-“ I cut my babbling off with my hand running over my face.

“Y/n, you heard what I said, don’t pretend that you don’t feel the same way,” Poe said with a nervous laugh.  I turned my head to look at him, his deep brown eyes looked so determined and yet so vulnerable at the same time. It was taking a lot for him to admit his feelings to me, even if he seemed confident about it. If he could do it, then I could too…

“Yes, Poe,” I whispered before adjusting the volume of my voice, “I have feelings for you. But that doesn’t change the fact that I can’t do anything about them.”  “What?” he said, “I thought I just-“  “Yes, you did,” I interrupted, “And I’ve dreamed about hearing you saying something like that for so long but, Poe, we’re in the middle of a war. It’s a terrible idea for to get involved with someone when there’s a chance you’ll lose them the next day.” 

Poe’s eyebrows scrunched together sadly as he listened to me, I was fighting back a few tears myself. It broke my heart to say, but it was true. The one thing that had always stopped me from telling Poe how I felt was the paralyzing fear of getting to love him and then having him ripped away from me.

“I disagree,” he objected, scooting his body closer to me, “Yeah, we live more dangerous lives than most people but that doesn’t mean we should have to give up stuff like…this.”  With very little space left between us, Poe gently took my hand and pressed it to his bare chest, just over his heart. I could feel its steady beat, though clearly a little faster than usual with the moment we were wrapped up in.

“I know it’s scary, the thought of losing you has woken me up in the middle of the night too many times. But I can’t keep going on like this. I want to know what it’s like to hold you, to kiss you, I want to know what it’s like to love you. Whether we win or lose this war,” Poe’s voice cracked with emotion, “I want to be by your side.”

If he hadn’t made it easy on me before, he was making it nearly impossible now. With every word he said, my heart swelled and my mind went blank as it searched for a rebuttal.  “Please give us a shot, Y/n,” Poe whispered as he studied my face, trying to find his answer.

Words failed me as I felt the pounding of his heart in my palm, the metaphor of it not lost on me. Poe had laid everything out for me to either take or destroy. It was my call. And I knew with my new knowledge, I couldn’t spend another day living in the misery of loving him and not doing anything about it.

I slid my hand off his chest, grasping his hand and placing it on my hip. His fingers tensed at first at the feeling of my skin, his eyes locking with mine searching for hesitation. When he found none, he relaxed and squeezed my waist gently. I shifted closer into him till our chests were pressed together, I shivered at the contact as I shakily moved my hands to grip his shoulders. Poe maneuvered his arm under me to wrap around my waist, enveloping me in him. We were standing on the edge, about to fall into something wonderful.

“I-I think I can give you more than a shot,” I whispered, watching the way his eyes lit up at my words.

Poe slowly dragged a finger along my figure till he reached my chin, tilting my chin up so our lips met. Finally. Months of desire and longing exploded in a single kiss, the euphoria of the moment ran through my veins. Our lips danced together in perfect harmony, moving together slowly and passionately. Poe’s tongue slid between my lips, begging for permission to deepen the kiss, and I happily parted for him with a whimper. As he entered, he rolled onto his back and pulled me with him so I was straddling him. He sat up and pulled me tighter to him while also snaking a hand up to my back. I rocked against Poe as my hands slid into his wet hair, eliciting a groan from him at the combination of sensations. The hand against my spine moved to the back of my head, pushing me as close as he could possibly have me and intensifying our kiss. This was surely the definition of bliss; a soaking wet Poe Dameron moaning beneath me and kissing me like it was our last night alive.

———————

The next morning, redressed in our now dry clothes, we met Rey and Finn on a landing platform. The sight of the Falcon was a welcome one as Poe and I did our best to appear as if nothing had changed between us. Once we boarded, Rey came up and us both hugs, followed directly by a gasp.

“What?” I asked, worried she’d sensed something was wrong or-

Shit.

“Finn!” she called out before racing off to wherever he was, “You owe me twenty credits!”  “Were they betting on us?” I said with a horrified chuckle.

“Does it matter?” he smiled, “I’m the real winner, I finally get to be with you.”

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champagne-bucky · 4 years

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Come Sail Away ⛵️

Summary: You and Bucky go on a vacation which leads to an unexpected turn of events.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, SMUT, dub-con if you squint, fingering, hand job, spanking, daddy kink.

Notes: Hey everyone! This is my entry for @imanuglywombat ‘s Ugliest Wombat Challenge. This theme that I chose is Beach Babes so here’s what I came up with. This was loosely inspired by the TV show The Nanny, if you know the episode I’m referencing then you know it’s about to go down. Anyways, please like, comment, reblog, inbox, and follow me for more!! Enjoy :)

The warm summer sun was beating down deliciously on your skin. The salt from the bright blue sea infiltrated your nostrils and was filled with with the scent of summer. Ah, summertime, where the days were unbearably hot and the nights mimicked the same. Less clothing to be worn and not a care in the world.

You welcomed the warm weather with open arms. After dealing with a gruesome winter, and a spring which brought no tease of its following season, you were more than ready to throw your heavy coat into storage and get on the first bathing suit you could find. Yes, summer was here and you were drinking in every inch of the wonderful season.

Work was rough this winter. Spending days to sometimes months in places that weren’t your own bed, sleeping in the most horrid conditions, and worst of all, the inclement weather had gotten you sick more times than you could count on both hands. Well, that’s what you signed up for with being an Avenger and all. You might not have super soldier serum to suppress the frigid air or a suit which comes with a built in heater to offer a blast of warmth in all the right places, but you have a nice week long cruise (courtesy of Tony) to forget about those lone nights in Siberia which ended up leaving you bed ridden for two weeks.

Now you’re here, standing on the ships edge looking out of the vast ocean. Not a singular care in the world crosses your mind. You craved this, you craved the peace and bliss.

“You stay out here any longer I’m afraid you’ll jump overboard and be one with the fishes,” Bucky chuckles from behind you and startles you.

He was asked by Tony to “keep watch over you” which was code for “Barnes you need this vacation just as much as her, please for the love of God relax,” however, Tony would never tell him that. Bucky enjoyed working, a little too much. After all this time he was finally able to be the good guy for once and did whatever he could to keep the newly acquired bravado intact.

“Barnes, didn’t expect to see you so close to me. Usually you’re hiding out of my line of sight, or so you thought,” you muttered the last part to yourself. He was really taking this watching over thing seriously.

“Was getting bored. I’m starting to think this mission was more a vacation for me and you,” Bucky shakes his head and chuckles.

“You’re just now figuring out Stark’s master plan?” You kiddingly scoffed as Bucky rolled his eyes at you. “Ya know, you really could use a break.”

“I got all the time in the world to have a break.”

“Oh yeah? When?” You challenged him.

“When I’m dead,” Bucky winked at you before walking off to his room, announcing that he was going to take shower.

“Oh before I go, dinner later?”

“Depends will you be sitting with me or sitting from afar like the last couple nights?” You kid with him and he rolled his eyes.

“You’re a real pain in my ass, ya know that?”

“Hey, someone’s gotta be,” you winked and Bucky turned away fast, mainly to hide the blush spreading on his cheeks.

“See ya later,” Bucky called out to you.

—

Debating on whether or not was a good time to pull yourself away from the amazing view of the ocean, you had to sadly leave your peaceful space on the balcon and go meet Bucky for dinner. A quick shower and a few shimmies into the beautiful gown Natasha lent you later, you were on your way to dinner.

Tony gave his team nothing but the best. From top of the line technology and the best clothes money could buy, he made sure that you and Bucky got a luxurious treatment while on this vacation. This included dinner at the most refined restaurant on the ship’s deck. It was so exclusive that you needed to book your reservation there first before you booked your tickets for the cruise. Of course, Tony being Tony, and your title as an Avenger, made it easy for the restaurant to put your names down in their coveted black book of mile long reservations.

Now here you are, standing a little ways from the hostess desk waiting for your beloved co-worker. While you waited you took in the beautiful scenery of the restaurant. So classy and elegant you felt out of place even if you had on an expensive gown. You were so caught up in the extravagance that you didn’t notice a hand at the small of your back.

“You clean up nice,” Bucky stood next to you in a suit and tie. He had recently cut his hair before the trip, but that didn’t stop him from throwing in a little gel.

“I could same the same for you too. New product?” The two of you made small talk as Bucky gave Tony’s name for reservation.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, the hostess eyed both and you up and down and warily took you to your table.

—

Dinner was fantastic. Like the restaurant’s atmosphere the food also had an elegant taste to it. The wait staff was equally classy and charming to all the patrons too. You and Bucky were sipping on expensive wine and dining on fine desserts until a waiter, not yours, approached you.

“Did we enjoy everything so far?” Bucky looked at the man confused.

“Yeah, yeah everything was great thank you,” being the polite person you are you gave the waiter a smile.

“Well we love hearing that customers, let alone two Avengers, are enjoying the establishment. Anyways, I was sent to come tell you that the captain has requested your presence at his table overlooking the sea. A little birdie told me you two enjoy quite a view,” Bucky was on guard at all times during this exchange. It’s not that he didn’t trust the waiter it was that he wondered why their waiter wasn’t getting them.

“Sounds good to me. C’mon Buck let’s go,” you stood up and began to follow the waiter. Bucky reluctantly got up and pulled your arm so that you were walking at his pace.

“Don’t you think it’s a little fishy that right after we get done eating the captain wants to see us?”

“Oh Bucky, who cares! Maybe he didn’t want to interrupt us or something,” Bucky was always a paranoid person.

“I just got a bad feeling about this that’s all,” you giggled and shook your head in attempt to brush off Bucky and not appear rude towards the waiter.

“And here we are! Captain Richards will be out momentarily,” and just like that the waiter was gone leaving you and Bucky to your own devices.

Not long after Captain Richards appeared. He offered you both a glass of wine and you both drank. Bucky was a little hesitant but decided to drink after you made a move to your second glass. Soon, one glass turned into almost half a bottle of expensive wine gone. You were swimming and Bucky was grinning like a mad man.

“Sergeant, would you mind fetching me and this beautiful young lady another bottle? I’d get up but I don’t have your tolerance and can barely walk a straight line,” Bucky was happy to oblige and went to Richards quarters.

“So when will you be leaving us Ms. Avenger?” Richards asks you.

“Bucky and I dock in two days in Mexico. We were planning on flying back to New York,” you slowly got up and ran over to the balcony. Your drunken state was taking in the dark misty waters.

“Well we will be missing you greatly Miss,” Richards has his hand on your back, lightly pressing you into the railing. “It’ll be such a shame that no one will be seeing you anymore, around the decks I mean,” you eyed the older man up and down. What did he just say?

“It’s such a shame, I do like you and your little partner but in order for us to continue our plans we can’t let the law, let alone a group of super freaks, ruin it,” with a harsh shove your body was lurched off the balcony.

Your reflexes hit fast and you snapped out of your inebriated state. Last second you cling onto the very last bar of the balcony. Your heels were knock off and sunk into the water.

“Little shit c’mere,” Richards growled as he stomped his heavy boot on your fingers. He crushed down so hard and you almost didn’t budge but your grip was weakening. He squished and scraped both hands successfully off the bar and you fell into the ocean.

“Y/N? Captain? Is everything alright,” Bucky emerged from the captains quarters with a new bottle of wine.

“Oh Sergeant, please help! Your comrade just flung herself overboard!” RIchard’s yelled.

“What! Oh fuck, Stark’s gonna kill me! Hang on I’m coming! You gotta stop the boat. Alert the coast guard,” Bucky struggled to free himself of both shoes. He made is way over the balcony and plunged in to find you.

“Will do Sergeant,” Richards grinned evilly when he heard a solid plunk in the water. “Will do.” The captain chuckled darkly before pulling up a com on his wrist, “the threats have been eliminated. Hail Hydra.”

—

13 hours missing

You awoke with a gasp. It felt like air had hit your lungs for the first time in ages. Your body was wet and the gown was sticking all over you, not to mention the sand in unwanted places. You barely had a chance to register your surroundings.

“Bucky? Bucky!? Bucky are you here?!” You finally stood up, legs wobbling a little, and you tried to find your super human friend.

“Oh fuck, Bucky are you okay?” After walking down a long strip of beach you found him. His face was planted in the sand and his shoes were long gone. He seemed like he was breathing but still unconscious.

“BUCKY WAKE UP,” You yelled and pushed Bucky with all your might to turn him over. Bucky, much like you, awoke with a gasp and claimed as much fresh air as he could.

“What? Huh, where are we? Y/N?! Oh my god, you’re okay?!” Bucky was a babbling mess and couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. Richards threw me off the boat!”

“Threw you? He told me you got drunk and fell over! That fucking bastard!”

Bucky began to explain how he jumped in after you and grabbed you. He saw the boat wasn’t stop so he tried his best to swim after it. Not long after he grew tired and the waves were picking up. Low and behold here you both are, trapped on a deserted island.

“Fuck,” you breathed out.

“We are so fucked,” after a while and sitting around and doing nothing you and Bucky decided to make some type of shelter.

“You think they’ll find us?” You questioned.

“They have to. They’ll know somethings up when we don’t come back,” Bucky finished putting together a leaf type hut and was now getting wood for a fire.

“What are we going to do?”

“There’s nothing to do. We gotta wait it out and hope they’ll come looking for us,” Bucky sighed and hauled over some wood from fallen tree branches.

You could only hope Tony and the team would come looking for you. Neither you or Bucky had an idea of how long you’ve been on the island. Clearly not long enough that neither of your starved, but still there was no matter is finding out when someone would rescue you.

—

One week missing

“Buckyyyyyyy,” you groaned irritably, “I’m so hot and so hungryyyy.”

It had been over one week since you both fell overboard. No one had come to rescue you yet and your were becoming impatient.

“I told you that if you’re so hot to rip that fucking dress and make it shorter,” Bucky grumbled.

Bucky had been done with your shit by now. The days and nights were so unbearably hot that you both were losing your minds. Bucky had ripped up his suit into shorts a wore a t-shirt under his suit. It wasn’t much but it had to do.

“But I can’t! Natasha will kill me if I rip her dress,” you whined for the millionth time.

“The heat’s gonna kill you before she does,” you gasped at Bucky’s rude comment.

“Don’t say that. Don’t say we’re gonna die out here!”

“I’m not gonna die but you will if you don’t rip the fuck dress,” Bucky’s voice grew louder. You’d be damned if you had to rip this dress.

“Buckyyy,” you whined his name again.

“WHAT!” Bucky yelled in irritation causing you to shift back from where you were sitting.

“I’m hot,” you really were driving him and yourself stir crazy.

“I can’t fucking stand this shit. C’mere,” Bucky lunges towards you and you tried to scramble away. He was fast and grabbed your ankle.

“Aww you’re hot sweetheart? Lemme fix that,” he grabbed the gown at the bottom and tore a big slit. It was torn all the way up your thigh. It showed everything and nothing at the same time.

You tried to kick him off but he worked too fast. Bucky made his way towards the middle of the dress and ripped right below where your breasts were. He easily made the expensive gown a shitty slit skirt and a crop top. Sure, it felt a little cooler, but now you almost felt naked in front of your co-worker.

“The next time I hear you complaining I won’t hesitate to rip that outfit to shreds,” you choked back a gasp as Bucky got up and made his way to get more firewood. You almost missed the hint of lust in his eyes

—

Two weeks missing

Your body was dirty, your stomach barely filled, and damn it it was getting more and more hot as the seconds ticked away. You starts to lose hope that anyone would come looking for you and Bucky. Speaking of, Bucky was becoming more and more irritated with each passing day.

His words to you were clipped responses or inaudible grunts. You were almost afraid to ask him a question in fear that he would kill you. Of course he wouldn’t, but you didn’t want to hear him yelling at you anymore.

Night had fallen and the bugs started to come out. Icky mosquitos leaving scratchy bite marks all over both your skin. Bucky would slap a few on himself every so often, but you kept scratching away.

“Stop doing that,” Bucky spoke as you dig your too long nails into your skin, “you’re gonna bleed from all that scratching.”

“I can’t, it’s so itchy. How am I suppose to get them to stop?”

“There’s a hot spring a little ways into the woods, I can show you and you can shower off,” he tried to be nice, but his irritably was peaking through.

“Ew gross, you bathed in there too,” you didn’t want to get naked on this island, hell with how Bucky’s been acting who knows what he might do if he saw you naked.

“So I’m gross now? After all I’ve been doing for you? You think I’m gross,” Bucky’s eyes narrowed in on you.

“It’s just, you used that spring too, so isn’t that like contaminated?” You tried your best to put the words nicely but Bucky wasn’t having it.

Bucky chuckled, “I can’t believe this. I gave us a shelter, I’ve been busting my ass to get you food, fuck I even dived into the fucking ocean to save your ass. And you,” he seethed, “you—you are so fucking ungrateful and I’ve just about HAD IT!”

You froze in your spot as Bucky yelled at you. Tears were brimming your eyes as you tried not to let them fall. He was right, you have been acting a little bratty, but you chalked it up to blame on minimal food and heat distress.

A tear spilled from your eye and you looked down to wipe it away. The last thing you wanted was for Bucky to see you cry. What you didn’t realize, was that Bucky made his way over to with hatred in his eyes.

In one swift motion, Bucky grabbed you by your knotty hair and positioned you across his lap. Your eyes widened as you began to kick and push yourself away. You only stopped when Bucky laid a smack on your ass.

“Stop moving,” Bucky spanked you again.

“I’ve been nothing but kind to you and this is how I get treated,” *smack*, “given you shelter,” *smack*, “food,” *smack*, “would it be too hard to get a simple THANK,” *smack*, “YOU,” *smack*.

Bucky assaulted your bottom five more times before he heard you crying. He pushing you off of him and you laid face down in the sand. He brushed off your cries and walked past you.

“C’mon let’s get to bed. If I so much as hear a sniffle your ass will be redder than a sun burn,” Bucky sauntered into the hut leaving you in the sand to collect yourself.

—

Three weeks missing

You avoided Bucky like the plague. The only time you would see him was when you went to bed. He left you your food for the day but you ate it long after he went to sleep. It was a good system, for you at least. All that was on your mind was forming a plan out of here.

The day was no hotter than the last, if not more. You ended up tearing off more of the gown and made a short skirt for yourself. The only problem was the little slit but you didn’t care. It’s not like anybody was going to be looking, or touching there, anyways.

That’s another thing you were mad about. Almost a month since you got stranded and you were feeling deprived of touch. You wouldn’t dare touch yourself with Bucky sleeping next to you, and sadly your discreet toy was hidden away in your suitcase. It was probably tossed overboard so the ship wouldn’t be held responsible.

You gnawed at the tiny wet sensation between your legs. You wouldn’t be lying if Bucky’s half naked form wasn’t turning you on. Oh, and getting spanked had you withering a little during the nights. You longed to find some sexy guy on the cruise that would fuck your brains out. Sure, Bucky isn’t ugly, but he is your co-worker and you don’t like mixing business and pleasure.

“FUCK, Y/N!” You heard a scream coming from the woods.

“Y/N, HELP ME PLEASE!” You ran towards where the screams were coming from.

You saw Bucky stumble out of the woods. His shirt was off and only a pair of boxers on. Bucky was grabbing his thigh which was dripping blood.

“Oh my god, Bucky what happened!”

“I was bathing in the fucking hot spring and when I got out this stupid fucking snake fucking bit my fucking thigh,” he was curing up a storm and clenching his jaw hard.

“Was it poisonous?”

“Y/N, I don’t know, but if it is then you need to suck the poison out,” Bucky started to lose his balance. You held him up but he kept sinking down.

“Please, I’m sorry, help me,” Bucky has tears in his eyes and was shaking.

“Okay, okay I’ll help you,” you knelt down to where to bite was and put your lips to his thigh.

Bucky gasped as you lightly started to suck. Once you thought you had a good amount you spit it off to the side. You put your lips back and sucked vigorously. Bucky felt himself growing hard and tried to maintain it.

You weren’t paying much attention to the main above you. He was tending up and you had minimal time get as much poison out of him, depending if he had any or not. You heard Bucky gasping above you but ignored him. He loosened up a bit and put his hand in your hair. He stroked it a little as you tried to pull away to spit more poison out. Then, he stopped you.

“That’s enough, baby. I think you got it,” you were still faced with his thigh until you slowly began to look up. He was hard. Very hard. His boxers had a tiny wet spot on this and he was trying to contain himself.

“I-I could go if you-“

“No,” Bucky finally looked down at you, “your good with your mouth aren’t you, sweetheart?”

You blushed furiously and looked away. Bucky’s fingers tilted your chin up towards him.

“Don’t be shy now,” he paused, “fuck I really wanna kiss you,” Bucky licked his lips and eyes you up and down.

“Then why don’t you?” Your voice spoke before your brain could process anything.

“Come down here sweetheart,” your body was vibrating with ecstasy and excitement.

You slowly crawled up to him and planted your lower body in between the leg that wasn’t bitten. You laid on top of him and stared at him for a moment. The moment lasted to long for Bucky’s liking and he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you forward.

Your lips met with a crash. The kiss was opened mouthed and sloppy. The exposed parts of your warm bodies was enough to send a pool into your panties. Bucky moaned deeply into the kiss. He tried pulling you even closer.

Your mind was swirling around in lustful thoughts. It almost didn’t register to you the way you ground down on his thigh. You both moaned. Bucky urged you on with his hand firmly on the small of your back.

You started to grind harder and slower wanting to savor it all. Bucky finally broke the miss and you both gasped for air. You kept your forehead pressed against his.

“Baby, let me touch you,” he rasped out.

“B-but it feels s’good,” you moaned getting wetter by the second.

“I’ll make it feel even better, princess.”

You begrudgingly rolled on to your back beside Bucky. Bucky careful got on his side and looked you up and down. He groaned and licked his lips taking you in. Slowly he removed your top.

“Think you can get the rest off for me, honey?” You shook your head and rapidly pulled off the mini skirt and your panties.

Bucky was hard as a rock and began to slowly palm himself through his boxers. You removed his hand and palmed him yourself. Bucky trialed a hand down your body all the way to your aching pussy.

“So wet, did I make you this wet, honey?” You bit your lip and shook your head. You began palming him faster.

“As much as I enjoy this I think he would like skin to skin contact,” you eyes widened more as Bucky began to circle your sweet little nub.

You dipped your hand under his boxers. He was big, really fucking big, and he was leaking from the tip. You started to stroke him slowly and firmly. Bucky made quick work and started rubbing around your mound.

He dipped a finger in and you gasped loudly. Bucky smirked and began his work. Quick thrusts in and out making the most beautiful squelching sounds you both ever heard of. The stimulation was setting you into overdrive as your stroked him faster.

“Princess,” you moaned out, “you’re soaking daddy’s fingers,” Bucky stopped all movement and looked up at you. You seemed unfazed and still withering in pleasure. Of course, you thought that by stopping movement he wanted a response, what you didn’t know was that he had just outed himself and his secret kink.

“M’sorry daddy. I-I just like it so much,” little whimpers left your throat as you thrusted yourself on his fingers. Bucky was shocked that you responded but had no intentions of stopping you from fucking yourself on his fingers.

“It’s okay baby, daddy likes it so much too,” Bucky picked you his motioned as a fast pace.

You stopped stroking him due to the amount of pleasure you were receiving. He was like a jack rabbit thumping in and out of you. He then pulled his finger out of you completely. His big palm rubbed you all over. From clit to pussy you were drenched in your own arousal.

“Gotta get you wet, gotta get you ready for daddy’s thick cock,” Bucky was a madman on a mission.

Your orgasm hit you like a bullet. You arched your back and screamed Bucky’s name. By the time you came down from your high your pretty sure your soul left your body.

“Don’t think we are done just yet, princess.”

—

Four weeks missing

“FUCK, DADDY!” You screamed out as Bucky fucked you harshly against the tree.

Ever since the snake bite incident, you and Bucky has been non stop fucking. Turns out you both needed to burn off that heat distress and having sex repeatedly was the way to do it.

Morning, noon, and night Bucky had you on top of, under, ass up, mouth on, and sometimes back to, at all times. His cock became your new favorite seat. You two wouldn’t go anywhere without each other. Even while you were eating or bathing his cock stayed planted in you at all times. The days were hot but the night got cool after some intensive “exercise”.

Now here you are, bare naked up against a tree getting pounded by your co-worker. Or were you technically lovers now? Doesn’t matter, all that matters is you cumming.

“C’mon baby, let it out. Let it all out for daddy, baby,” after that day Bucky wouldn’t be Bucky anymore. You were always princess, honey, sweetheart, or baby. Bucky would always be daddy.

You did slip up your third time fucking the first night by calling him Bucky. He growled and pulled out of you and spanked you till your ass was cherry red. You liked it and he liked it. It was like the pleasure you’ve both been dreaming of.

“Fuck, I’m gonna ugh I’m gonna fucking explode in this pussy, honey. Would you like that? This little pussy fucking flooded in my cum. Say it baby, say you want my cum,” Bucky then laid you back on a giant rock and fucked you harder.

“Daddy I want your cum. I want your cum in me and I want it all over me. Fuck daddy please please PLEASE!” You screamed out as you came again.

Bucky moaned as he released into you. Give him five more minutes and he’ll be ready to go again. He was determined to make you body full of his cum.

“Turn around baby, let’s see that gorgeous ass.”

—

“There,” Steve shouted over the radar.

“What? Did you find something?” Wanda ran over to where Steve was sitting.

“I think I gotta hit on Bucky’s signal! Maybe Y/N is there with him?” Steve says.

“We can only hope. Thank god Tony put that tracker in Bucky’s arm. We would’ve never found them,” Wanda says looking at the radar.

“Hey if you want I can get a camera down there to see if they are there. Better we know now and not just see a random metal arm sticking out of the sand,” Wanda and Steve shot Clint a death glare.

“Geez tough room. Okay sending a camera down,” Clint maneuvers the little drone camera to where Bucky’s signal is pinging from.

Slowly the camera makes its way through the beachy landscape and into the wooded area of the island. There, the drone picks up two blurry figures.

“Hey guys, I think I got something,” Clint calls Steve and Wanda over.

“Is it them?”

“Maybe it’s a bear?”

“Clint there are no bears on an island.”

“Are they- are they naked?” Wanda’s eyes widen as the picture got clearer.

“OH MY GOD MY EYES!”

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thepaperpanda · 4 years

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Sky Full Of Shooting Stars | Part II

PART I

Summary: When situation between you and Hux normalizes, another threat appears on the horizon, in the guise of Allegiant General Pryde himself. After Pryde mistreats you, Hux reacts immediately. The bad blood only festers, leading slowly to more violence. Later, after steamy time together, Hux and you witness an emergency alert which sets everyone on their feet. What's going to happen?

Warnings: (oral sex, male & female receiving), TROS spoilers, Pryde being a dick

Words: 2733

Authors: Rouge & Cass

A/N: We want to thank all of you for such a great reaction to the first part of our fic! We're honoured to have such a wonderful readers! We hope you'll enjoy second part (which simultaneously is a penultimate). The smut was requested by @keep-me-bright

Two days have just flown right by.

After the situation between you and Armitage calmed down, the two of you spoke several times about any opportunity of getting out of the war, unfortunately at every turn you were reaching the same conclusions. It was impossible to escape the conflict, especially now when Allegiant General Pryde was looking for the spy.

The truth was that the spy has been sought after since the previous Supreme Leader was got killed by Kylo Ren.

That day you were alone on the bridge due to fact Hux, along with other important figures, was sent to inspect the troops in hangar.

You, however, were told to stay on the bridge and make sure the ship is on the course. It didn't raise a red flag, though it wasn't a common situation when almost no one was present on the bridge.

Reading the report, you sipped bitter coffee from your mug. It was when you heard footsteps. Rising you head from above pile of papers, you spotted Allegiant General Pryde himself.

Dressed in fitted, black uniform, man entered the bridge and threw you mean glance.

"Allegiant General," you greeted him briefly nodding your head.

Pryde nodded his head and slowly walked closer to you. "Deputy Y/L/N," man nodded looking right at you.

After the short moment of silence, Pryde decided to start his little plan.

"I hope your last night with general Hux was a real fun," Enric said with a nasty smile, and without warning grabbed your hand and twisted it in a painful way to keep it behind your back. "I good know you're Hux's slut and I'm sure you know more than we all could even think. I have ears everywhere, Y/L/N, I know more than you think, and I'll make sure to find out everything you're hiding," he growled against your ear, brushing his cheek against yours. "And later I'll gut you and this fucking ginger bastard."

Shivering at his tone, you swallowed before replying. "I know nothing, I told you this many times, Enric. These are just rumours which have been spread around and which are completely without foundation," snorting loudly you tilted head aside due to his awfully malodour that almost made you vomit.

Man chuckled darkly and inhaled scent of your hair, grunting deeply. "Well, let's face it, if Hux gets all tensed around me nor Supreme Leader, it has to mean something, hasn't it?"

After these words he licked your cheek with tip of his tongue and you closed eyes shut instantly, preventing tears that formed in corners of your eyes from rolling down you face.

He hummed. "Mmm, you taste so sweetly, Y/N, I know now why Hux is all over you."

Allegiant General cupped your face in his hands and tried to pull you into a kiss but suddenly he was pulled away by someone.

"How dare you?!," All you heard was Hux's raised voice. Ginger general hardly pulled Pryde away from you only to slap him right in the face. "How dare you touch her?!," Armitage yelled loudly, his face remained like an unshaken facade as he reached hand to you. "Y/N."

You quickly got up from your place and stood by Armitage's side, squeezing his arm tightly, shaking all over your body.

"I'll rip your fucking hands off if you'll try to put them on her ever again," Hux snapped at Pryde who was rubbing his cheek, smiling wryly.

"You won't have time, Hux," Enric answered with awful grin on his face. "I keep my eye on you, don't you forget about it."

It was the moment when Kylo Ren entered the bridge, his heavy, combat boots knocking loudly against the polished, metal floor.

"Allegiant General Pryde," Kylo's modified voice echoed around the room as he spoke. "I've heard we tracked fugitives on Kijimi. Report."

Pryde was taken aback by sudden presence of Supreme Leader. He looked at Ren, still rubbing his cheek with his gloved palm. "Sir, we...," He started hesitantly.

But you interrupted as you snapped your back up. "Indeed, sir, our envoys on Kijimi corroborated this information," chanting, you looked right at him, observing his helmet.

Ren only nodded. "Good. Prepare my ship. Me and Knights of Ren are going to find them."

"Sir, with all due respect, wouldn't it be faster and easier to blow the planet up? We dispose a laser cannon and...," Hux stopped his sentence as soon as Ren raised his hand and pointed the finger.

"I want to get them alive, General Hux," Kylo responded quickly. He moved his glance on you. "Y/N, keep the Star Killer on course," man ordered coldly, then he left the bridge.

You calmed down when Kylo vanished out of your sight but shivered when your glance moved to Pryde again.

"You heard what our Supreme Leader ordered," you told him coldly. "Keep the ship on course, Pryde."

Hux squeezed your forearm and led you out of the bridge.

The two of you were walking along one of many corridors of the ship, arm in arm.

"What did he want from you?," Hux asked and glared at you briefly.

"Answers," you replied quietly. "Don't worry, I told him nothing."

"I know you didn't," he assured you as you stepped into your shared chamber. "I trust you like no one else."

You took a seat on the couch and sighed, taking jacket of your uniform off. "I need a nap, I need to rest... I feel awful mentally," you informed him.

Hux walked to you and petted your head gently. "I know. I'm exhausted too. Don't worry, I'll find a way to take us from here. There has to be something, a way or something."

You took a hold of his palm and kissed its top gently. "I know, Armitage. It won't be easy, every possible way out of the ship is guarded, especially the main sluice," you sighed. "Let's not think about this for now, it does lead to nothing. I go take a shower, I need to wash Pryde's smell away from my skin," you told him as you slowly stripped from your clothes and walked the the bathroom.

Armitage watched as you walked away before removing his own coat and rest of his clothes shortly after.

By the time he got to you, the water was already running.

Hux removed his boxers and quietly stepped into shower. His arms wrapped around your waist as he placed gently kisses to your bare shoulder.

Humming loudly you reached hand back to rest it on his nape. "I'm so tired of all this mess going around, truly, Armitage. And now Pryde added to it. He pushes me over my edge," you mumbled reluctantly.

Armitage hushed you. "Don't, let's not talk about this. Just relax, and focus on the water," he whispered and continued with his kisses, moving them to your nape, and then to other shoulder. His hand roamed your body, gently stroking your skin.

You sucked your lower lip in and hummed deeply. Following his order you rested your forearms against the wall of the shower, sticking your butt towards him a little.

"That's it. Now, there are only you and me here, Y/N," Armitage said as his hand traveled between your legs to gently massage your clit. "There is no problems, no Ren, and no Pryde."

Soon, two of his fingers slipped inside of you, moving lazily while his thumb played with your clit.

Your lips were parted when you let out a shaky breath. Oh, how good he knew you and all of your weak spots!

You moaned lowly and pressed your cheek to the wall as well.

Breathing in the heat and the steam, you let the warm water fall all around your figure. It felt so amazing, to be so close with the man you loved.

He chuckled and continued, picking up the pace. His fingers worked fast, curving from time to time only to tease back against the wall, Hux got down on his knees. "Now, let's see how will you deal with it," Armitage raved and licked your clit few times before wrapping his lips around it, his fingers slipped back into their place deep inside of you.

Your head rolled back and rested its back on the cold, wet wall. You gasped loudly and slipped one of your hands into his wet, ginger hair. Other one started playing with your breasts. "Fuck, Hux...," You managed to blurt weakly, in shaky tone as you rolled hips to increase the friction he was offering you.

You parted your thighs a little more to provide him better access to your pussy. "Holy Force, what are you doing to me..."

Armitage looked at you with smile, licking his lips. "Oh, you are so sweet, Y/N," he purred slowly getting back on his feet. He kissed you so you could taste yourself on his tongue.

You smiled at your man when you broke the kiss and switched the places with him, then it was you who got down on your knees.

Instantly, you wrapped your palm around his half-erected shaft and pumped it few times before taking it into your mouth.

Armitage smiled and moved hand through your hair. "You are such a good girl."

"Right?," You teased as you pulled his cock out of your mouth for a little while. "Only for you, Hux."

You shoved his shaft back deep down your throat, gagging yourself a little as you sucked on him at the same time.

Hux laughed shortly, closing his eyes.

He let out a soft sigh enjoying the feeling of you swallowing his cock.

Bobbing head back and forth, you squeezed his balls lightly.

You slipped him out of your mouth and spat on his tip, spreading the saliva over his length by using your palm. Then you ran tip of your tongue along vein on the lower part of his cock.

"Oh, Y/N. You will make me cum soon," he purred moving your wet hair off your face to have a better look on your facial.

You sucked on him harder than before, your pace increased and you slipped hand between your thighs to finger yourself.

When Hux's cock throbbed, you pulled him out of your mouth and started pumping hand around his shaft, treating to make him cum.

You looked up at him and licked your lips.

"Fuck, Y/N!," Hux growled loudly and soon cum all over your face. Armitage looked at you proudly with a smirk dancing over his full lips. "Look at yourself, that pretty, little face of yours, all marked by me."

You wiped his thick cum with your fingers and licked them clean humming as you did. "Bitter like coffee, I like it," you exclaimed happily as you got up from your knees and kissed his jawline.

Armitage giggled and pulled you into a kiss. He pulled away moment later.

"Now, be a good girl and clean yourself up, okay?"

You nodded and licked your lips. "Of course... But where are you going?"

"I need to dry myself. I can't go out being whole wet, right?," He asked with smile.

You nodded and looked as he stepped out of the shower.

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Rest of the day the two of you spent in the room.

Armitage was sitting at his desk, writing some things down in report, sipping coffee from his mug from time to time while you were laying on the couch reading a book and stroking Millicent's back.

Armitage sighed quietly looking at you.

You looked so soft and sweet. He enjoyed the view for longer moment.

"I wish that every day could be like this, love."

His sweet time pulled you out of thoughtfulness. Sending him a smile, you nodded your head. "Yes."

Armitage looked at you for a moment.

He wished he could really provide you a better life, better than the First Order. You deserved so much more.

Letting out another quiet sigh he returned to his work.

Suddenly there was a loud, metalic sound of siren repeated three times, with male voice following.

The ship's approaching, said the voice.

You looked at Armitage.

Armitage looked confused and pointed his finger at you. "You stay here. I will go and check what's going on," he said before leaving the room.

You nodded reluctantly but as soon as he walked out of the door, you got up and walked to the wardrobe to pull your coat out.

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Group of stormtroopers were leading Finn, Poe and Chewbacca to Allegiant General. Both men were having their hands tied behind their back while Chewie's paws were in magnetic handcuffs in front of him.

Soon Hux joined the group. It wasn't hard for him to locate them, he was General after all.

Faking a smile, Armitage approached the conduct. "Good job for once, troops. Now, move your asses and escort them to Supreme Leader himself."

Hux lead the troopers and prisoners to upper deck and there, around the elevator, he stopped. "Perhaps I have a better idea. Let's finish them here, on the spot. I can assure you, soldiers that we'll be rewarded by Kylo Ren," he said and watched as stormtroopers raised their guns, awaiting for the order.

Suddenly Hux janked the weapon from one of the soldiers. "I want to do this by myself."

Soldiers looked at each other confused but didn't try to stop general, they just stood behind him, waiting.

Hux counted to three in his mind and suddenly turned around to shoot three soldiers easily.

Finn, who was kneeling on the cold floor with his arms wrapped at the back of his head shifted in the place when he heard gunshots.

When he turned head back, he fell on his butt and crawled a little further from Hux, trying to pull Dameron by hand. "What the hell?!," Former stormtrooper hissed with cocked eyebrows as his glance stopped on bodies of dead soldiers.

Hux frowned and snorted. "I'm the spy. We don't have much time," he claimed.

"I knew it!," Poe almost clapped his hands when he got up from the floor.

Finn glared at his friend in disbelief. "No, you did not!," He scoffed Dameron.

Chewbacca only roared on surprise.

Hux rolled his eyes and walked to the elevator, he opened it with a special code, then looked at the rest. "Millennium Falcon is in the hangar, in the left bay. Better move before someone else will catch you," he said coldly.

Hux didn't have to reply twice, at least not to Poe who obeyed order-alike announcement and jumped into the elevator along Chewbacca.

Finn did same but stopped himself from pressing the button. Young man walked out on the corridor again. "Why?," He asked. "Why are you doing this, Hux? I know you too long, it stinks."

Hux shrugged. "I don't really care who will win as long as Ren loses," he answered bluntly. "Now, before you go, shoot me in the arm."

Finn frowned. Oh, he would gladly shot that man but in the chest, he thought to himself briefly but aimed his blaster at ginger man eventually. Yet, instead of shooting the arm, he shoot man's thigh.

Finn jumped to the elevator again and pressed the button.

"Thanks, Hugs!," Poe managed to yell as well before elevator door closed.

Hux yelled in pain as he fell on the floor, he wasn't ready for the shot at all. "Fuck!," He snorted pressing hand to the wound, hot blood was streaming between his slender fingers.

Meantime, you left the chamber and was heading to the bridge, you wanted to make sure the information from speakers didn't mean anything bad to you or Hux.

On your way to the main part of the ship you were so stressed that you didn't notice someone who was following you since you left the chamber.

When you turned around the corner of another corridor you were hit hardly in the back of your head. The aim sent you to the floor in the blink of an eye.

Grunting from pain you managed to roll on your back. The last thing you spotted was tall figure dressed all in black, which was leaning toward you with a bag held in the hand. Second later you felt another blow, this time aimed to your face. It was when your mind was consumed by overwhelming darkness.

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sugar-petals · 5 years

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18+ Tarot Reading: BTS In Bed

↳ Caro’s Note › decks out for the end of spooktober! here goes a different type of content aka my lil’ hobbyhorse. even if you’re new to tarot or find it quirky, i hope i can interest a curious soul or two. late september i gave in to temptation and pulled 5 cards for yoongi, asking what sexual style he could have. it was so much fun i did it for ot7 & want to share the results with you. besides listing the card names i don’t use tarot-specific terms so anybody can understand. i also scanned the spreads so you can see the imagery i take clues from. ignore that they’re labeled in german, it’s all in english below. enjoy!

⇢ disclaimer ♡ this is subjective interpretation; there’s no guarantee for precision and things aren’t definite. divination relies on perspective, believing in tarot is a choice. the reading is for entertainment purposes only, all portrayals are fictive/speculative.

WARNINGS ⚠️ smut ahead, not suited for minors.

↪ kim taehyung

⌈ THREE OF CUPS ⇁ romantically, more parties could be involved than just two. he might meet his partner in autumn. there will be a lot of upbeat and luxurious activity around sex, especially drinking and eating. his partner could feed him delicious fruits for dessert.

⌈ QUEEN OF PENTACLES ⇁ taehyung likes to be taken care of. sex might go down in the kitchen. his partner likely has the same vintage fashion sense as him, perhaps even more extravagant. taehyung could become shy but his lover will dissolve all doubts.

⌈ FIVE OF WANDS ⇁ playfights or roughhousing are common, as is copious teasing and making jokes, it’ll be lighthearted. particularly in a group sex setting, this tendency will come out. sex standing up or even one carrying the other might take place.

⌈ QUEEN OF SWORDS ⇁ his lover can be assertive. it could be a battle of the wits. teasing is all good and well, but at one point, it’ll get serious. he’s the type to really enjoy sex in marriage, particularly with female partners (three cards in his pile have women with long veils).

⌈ THE HIGH PRIESTESS ⇁ sex is intuitive. he’ll be head-in-the-clouds, almost dreamy in the sheets. he prefers to do it at nighttime. taehyung might often find himself indecisive between trying two new things, eventually deliberating to choose either: the more, the merrier.

↪ park jimin

⌈ JUDGEMENT ⇁ bragging about his partner isn’t rare, as a fan of praise he also loves to praise right back. when jimin has sex, his friends will know. it’s something he can’t hide, deliberately or not. he’ll have a lasting positive reputation for sex and many suitors.

⌈ EIGHT OF WANDS ⇁ toys, toys, toys. also: jimin needs it fast, one position can sometimes suffice. he makes it so good and cuts to the chase, foreplay won’t draw out. drives it home like no other. might get it on with his partner on a plane or in a car, again, speed is key.

⌈ SIX OF SWORDS ⇁ jimin often moves from one kink to the other. he enjoys deep and tireless penetration, can go on for a long time. to him, sensuality is relief and a restart for the next day. might like sex on ships (yachts, sailing boats, cruise liners) or by the water.

⌈ SIX OF CUPS ⇁ jimin can create an almost fairy tale-like life for his partner. he’ll woo them with flowers. he enjoys sex in the countryside and at daytime. there, it will be playful, spontaneous, and often vanilla. it’ll elicit a lot of his innocence and bring both partners great joy.

⌈ QUEEN OF WANDS ⇁ he likes energetic, determined, and bold partners who are social butterflies just like him. summertime is jimin’s favorite season to make love. a vacation in a hot country (i’m getting egypt from the card) will ignite a lot of sensual activity.

↪ kim seokjin

⌈ THE MAGICIAN ⇁ the type to give roses to his partner in a gentlemanly way, but he’ll also be cheeky. loves using many toys at once, particularly at the beginning of a relationship or during foreplay which can get very heated. does multiple rounds, perhaps on a table.

⌈ FIVE OF CUPS ⇁ cum has to spill over. any play with semen and saliva excites him. it has to be messy. there might be one partner who’s into contortionism. any stimulation of the back is possible, or positions that involve looking at his back in its full glory.

⌈ PAGE OF SWORDS ⇁ sex is always dynamic, jin likes quickies. things are guaranteed to rarely stagnate, he keeps it all moving. sometimes, he might enjoy engaging in a one-night-stand via online services, or meet a permanent sexual partner through a respective app.

⌈ THE HERMIT ⇁ might masturbate a lot in the evening when he has time for himself in a dark room. even if sex is frequent, there will be days to recharge. jin loves cooling off after pleasing his lover. the card also tells me that he’s got a long dick that he knows how to use.

⌈ EIGHT OF PENTACLES ⇁ could meet his partner at work. sex means business. puts effort into all things intimate. fucks good, can really make a nailing save the afternoon. like jimin, jin might have an affinity for sex in rural areas. it could happen on vacation close to a village.

↪ min yoongi

⌈ THE EMPRESS ⇁ scent and taste are important to yoongi. he’ll set up a lot of pillows, candles, cook nice food and bake. he likes a person who’s really feeling themselves. always winds up with calm, and dignified partners who have a lot to offer and a ton of sex appeal.

⌈ NINE OF WANDS ⇁ big on defining boundaries and fairness. resilient lover. likes rough sex/playing hide and seek with his partner as a form of foreplay. a hunter or huntress-prey dynamic might be part of his repertoire, although he might be hesitant to suggest it.

⌈ ACE OF WANDS ⇁ yoongi is potent. the guy can keep his cock hard for you. no issues with staying power. enjoys handjobs and primal sex to the max, has a lot of semen for his partner. any penetration is going to end up refreshing and fiery. prone to morning wood.

⌈ TEN OF SWORDS ⇁ he wants to be pinned down, wrestled, defeated. penetration by several men or toys is possible. he likes doing anal. a position that will occur often is prone bone. sex might take place during late dawn. yoongi also loves to fuck during thunderstorms.

⌈ SIX OF PENTACLES ⇁ a giver, but also knows how to appreciate being pleased on the other hand. one partner will be kneeling or begging, with the dominant party being jovial to the submissive. sex wrapped in blankets might take place, in that case, a third party joins.

↪ jung hoseok

⌈ PAGE OF CUPS ⇁ hoseok likes to get it on in the shower, bathtub, the sea, or a pool. hoseok admires his partner, there will be a lot of body worship involved. he is curious about a variety of kinks and is likely very creative with postions. his partner will never be bored.

⌈ TEN OF WANDS ⇁ unafraid of strenous romps. he’ll mobilize all his endurance to please. especially after a long day, he’s still ready to give his lover everything. nobody has to worry about not being satisfied, there will be release. hobi is responsible, especially with protection.

⌈ KING OF CUPS ⇁ he knows how to make sex and relationships work out like a pro. loves to make his partner hot and bothered, dripping wet. hoseok is the number one guy to splurge on lube and vibrators. will fancy wearing necklaces or other jewelry during sex.

⌈ TWO OF SWORDS ⇁ he’s a big fan of orgasm denial, giving or receiving is possible. there might be blindfolding involved, or one orders the other to stay completely still while pleasing them. hoseok likes to have sex sitting up, particularly on a chair.

⌈ NINE OF SWORDS ⇁ hobi will dream about making love a lot. waking up in the middle of the night and going down on each other won’t be a rare occasion, especially when either partner is stressed. sex in pjs happens often. loves to have his face cupped and fondled.

↪ kim namjoon

⌈ FOUR OF SWORDS ⇁ a part of him needs to rationalize sexuality, rm takes time to retreat and think things over in silence every now and then. as far as positions are concerned: he’ll be on his back a lot of times. it’s the most comfortable to him. might enjoy erotic art on the walls.

⌈ WHEEL OF FORTUNE ⇁ sexting is a huge forte. also, he might read erotic books or know a lot about sex in mythology. he tends not to initiate, things develop naturally— namjoon’s appearance and charisma bring it all to him, he doesn’t have to crook a single finger.

⌈ THREE OF PENTACLES ⇁ joon will do a lot of planning around sex. he might write down a list with kinks to try. there might be an old and sophisticated building involved, or sex on a bench. clothed sex could be his thing, dry humping, threesomes, making out in the dark.

⌈ FOUR OF CUPS ⇁ has sensual daydreams, could be oblivious to actual advances. masturbates a lot. again, there’s a connection to nature, intimacy outside might take place. likes to be woken up by his partner’s hands gripping him. sleepy sex is frequent.

⌈ EIGHT OF CUPS ⇁ there’s a certain calm to his style. escapism is a frequent topic, sex brings him to a different time and place. he likes to fuck with the moonlight coming through the window (yes, the tarot knows he’s a moonchild), or when he hikes with his significant other.

↪ jeon jungkook

⌈ KING OF SWORDS ⇁ jk might enjoy giving or receiving butterfly kisses. he is confident and smart with sex, or enjoys someone who embodies these qualities. intercourse is something he takes seriously and likes to be 100% clear about what he wants to do.

⌈ ACE OF PENTACLES ⇁ big on stroking, caressing, tickling, mutual masturbation. hands are so, so important. all things lavish in the bedroom are great. he is very keen to establish a constant in his life that involves regular sex. hasn’t to be asked twice, he takes chances.

⌈ THE SUN ⇁ jungkook craves harmony and romance in bed. smiling is important during sex. physical contact brings him tremendous happiness, jungkook is carefree when he’s naked. might enjoy warm places for sex, maybe a sauna or hidden garden. favorite position: riding.

⌈ DEATH ⇁ meeting a sexual partner wil reprogram his entire life. it’ll be like rebirth. jungkook will stop at nothing to create a good time and discard a lot of old habits that get in the way. because he’s a keeper. sex isn’t just sex, his partner will impact him greatly.

⌈ TEN OF PENTACLES ⇁ spends generous amounts of money on intimate activities. it’ll be the good life, making love is wholesome. all erotic things can easily be discussed in relaxed, domestic settings. will be sexually active for a long time in life.

× end note feel free to ask any questions 👋 the deck i used is the classic rider-waite one, no card reversals. i might do a post like this in the future should i pull another relevant reading. if you’d like to learn tarot yourself or want an overview of the cards, i can link you resources, just give me a quick shout.

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forever-rogue · 4 years

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Din gets a badly broken arm in a fight and now begrudgingly needs help in the shower.

Okay but I’m just picturing a little grumpy Mando and it has me just 🥺 So…this was mostly soft, but…includes a lot of unspoken feelings, so there’s a little ~spice~ included…but ~soft spice~

Mandalorian Masterlist

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“Are you gonna be okay?” you looked at Din with a raised eyebrow as he gave you a nod, accompanied by a groan. He swung his legs over the small cot, stopping before standing up. You knew he was holding back a sound of pain even if he wouldn’t admit it.

He’d come back to the Razor Crest a few nights before, after a particularly difficult bounty, broken, battered, and bleeding, limping his way onto the ship. You’d run to him immediately, doing your best to help to his bed and attend him. Maybe you weren’t the best warrior or bounty hunter, but you were a good healer.

So you did your job, slowly and meticulously doing your best to heal him, using everything could you find. You had slowly peeled off all his armor, stripping him down to only his underclothes. You thought about removing the helmet, maker knows you did, both to make sure he was okay and partly because you were curious, so, so curious to finally meet the man underneath.

But you could never do that to him; he trusted you and you trusted him. You respected him above all. When you had reached his shoulders and noticed your moment of pause, he had quietly insisted that his head was fine.

Once you had were reassured that he was going to he okay, that he had retained no head injuries, you relaxed a little. Tending to the rest of his injuries was fairly simple, there cuts and gashes, but those were quickly healed with some bacta spray and patches. That was until you got to his arm anyway. His arm was another story.

“It’s broken,” you had told him, trying your best to give him the news. He wouldn’t be happy, you knew it would hinder him until it helped and he was not one to just sick around. There was a lot you could do and fix, but broken bones was not one of them.

“What!?” he had almost shouted as you grimaced and tried to give him a small smile, “I can’t-”

“I’m sorry, Din,” you put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. You’d set it as best as you could, but you had a feeling the makeshift cast wouldn’t last long, “I did the best I could, but you’ll have to be very careful. It’s the humerus and it’s got a good break, but its clean. You’ll need to leave it so it can heal. And I’m being serious. If you don’t leave it, it won’t heal.”

“How long?” there was already a defeated tone in his voice as he hung his head in defeat. You wished you could take his pain away, to be the one in his position, but all you could do now was to try and help him.

“Five to six weeks,” you said quietly and his head snapped back up in your direction, “listen, I know that sounds like a lot, but it’ll go by fast. And I’ll help you every step of the way.”

“I can’t-”

“Din,” you put your hands in of shoulders, keeping your touch extra gentle, “I know it’s hard for you, but please try and listen to someone else for once…”

“That’s so much time-”

“And it’s gonna be even longer if you don’t listen-”

“What am I supposed to-”

“I will handle it-”

"I can work with it broken-”

“Din Djarin!” the sound of his full name spilling from your lips was even to capture his attention. He’d even heard you say it like that before. He’d never heard someone say it as a wonderfully as you before. It sent a tingle throughout his entire body, “please just listen to me. As soon that truly cares about you, take it easy and rest it.”

“Okay,” he finally said after a few moments of staring back and through at each other. You didn’t need to be able to see his eyes to know that they were focused on you. You didn’t see the warm flush that spread over his cheeks though, how he was practically putty in your hands.

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After several days of tending to him, you’d finally gotten a moment for yourself. You were worn down to say the least; taking care of a wounded Mandalorian and your small green companion would do that to someone.

Din was doing better now, much better, so you decided it was time to get some rest yourself. You’d managed to change into some clean night clothes when you heard the sound of crashing, banging, and a slew of crushes from the refresher. Your instincts had you up and running to the noise in just a few moments. You pushed when you came to the conclusion that it was Din, in the mainstream.

You raised your hand and hesitated for a moment before knocking, “D-din? Are you okay?”

“Yes…I…” he trailed off and just before you were about to go back and try and chase some sleep, he added, “I can’t wash my hair properly. My arm.”

“Oh,” your whole body was on fire as you realized what that meant. You cursed yourself for letting mind immediately wondering what he looked like, rather than worry about his arm. The weak human part of you couldn’t help it.

“Could…do you think…” a heavy sigh came from him and you smiled lightly, almost bemused by his slight frustration, “do you think you can help me?”

“Help you,” holy shit.

“Just to wash my hair,” his response was quiet and your mind quickly raced with a million thoughts. He noticed your silence and if he was being honest, he was just as nervous as you, “Y/N?”

“Din-”

“I trust you,” those words were everything. You knew he did, that he was being honest, but hearing it out loud? That was a whole different story, “if you’re okay with it.”

“I can help,” of course you would. You’d have helped him with absolutely anything, “I’m going to come in.”

He mumbled an affirmative response and you slowly, timidly opened the door and stepped inside, enveloped by a could of steam from the hot water. You walked over to him, and he slowly opened the door to the sanistream. It took everything in your power not to immediately look him all over.

But the look on his face, a mixture of many things: nerves, pain, tiredness, angst, said it all. Despite all that, you were sure there was a little smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. How often he’d dreamed of this moment, to get to see you so completely as you now got to see him. It never involved this exact scenario however.

The moment you met his eyes, soft velvety brown even better than you had imagined, you were done for. His face? The thick dark locks? The little of patchy stubble? The pouty lips? You were done, done, done.

You finally managed to recover, hoping you weren’t being too obvious when you stuck out your hand for the shampoo, catching yourself and closing your eyes, “you can look, it’s okay. And a little late to worry now. I trust you.”

“Okay,” you nodded as you took the shampoo he handed you, making quick work of squeezing it into your hand and washing his hair. It was an almost laughable situation, you in your pajamas in the shower with a broken Mandalorian, doing your best to be gentle with him. But despite it all, it was a special moment, intimate. You knew things would be different from now. They had to be.

When you had finished helping him wash his hair, you took a step back, not quite sure what to do. You took a step away from him, keeping your eyes peeled up and clearing your throat. He glanced at you, his gaze thankful, as you smiled back at him, “thank you for your help. I…appreciate all of your help. Always.”

“Don’t even mention it,” you nodded, trying to memorize every little bit of features as you studied him, all the freckles, the small crinkles at the corners of his eyes, “you know I’ll always help you. Are you going to be okay from here?”

“Yes,” he nodded, “take the towel, you’re soaking wet. I didn’t even think about that. I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay,” you nodded, “I needed to shower anyways, I’ll just wait until you’re done, take all the time you need.”

“You can come in,” he blurted out before he could stop himself, and both of you looked at each other in surprise. He had actually said that. But, in reality it wasn’t a surprise to either of you, this had been a long time coming. For both of you; there was a lot of buildup and it had to break eventually. This was it, “I mean, you’re already here. And just save water…and it’s just-”

“Yes,” you agreed as your nervously brought your shaky hands to your top to start pulling it off. You were nervous, but this didn’t feel wrong, this wasn’t scary. This felt right.

He watched you intently, but it didn’t feel like he was prying. It felt natural; normal.

Before you knew it, you were back in the shower, standing next to him, letting the hot water cascade all over your tired body. After a small bit of silence, when you reached for the shampoo yourself, he reached over and took it in his good hand. You raised an eyebrow at him, “here, let me.”

“Your arm…”

“I’ve got one good arm,” he insisted gently, “please let me.”

“Positive?”

“Positive.”

#din djarin x reader #din djarin #dyn jarren #dyn jarren x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #reader insert #star wars #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #requests #soft sunday

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kellanswritingblog · 4 years

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Let Me Remember

During their stay at Mikaele Salesa's safehouse, Martin proposes to Jon with a ring he's been carrying with him for their trek through the apocalypse. But as they leave the oasis behind and Jon forgets their entire stay, he forgets Martin's proposal as well.

Inspired by this piece by @misplaced-my-notes and a conversation with @shorter-than-her-tbr-pile <3

You can read the whole thing below, but I’ll also be adding an AO3 link in the reblogs!

(Spoilers for Episodes 180 and 181)

Martin glanced over his old clothes. Mikaele had provided them clean outfits, food, showers, and comfortable rest, even if he didn’t yet offer up the cost of such amenities.

For now, Martin didn’t want to think on it. Instead, he rummaged into the pocket of his dirty, bloodstained jeans, and pulled out a velvet box. The ring inside still shimmered despite everything its carrier had been through.

It seemed like years ago that Martin had bought it from the small shop in the town nearest to the safehouse, nestled in the Highlands. When he came home, beaming, unable to stop smiling, he was sure Jon would figure something was up, even without any Beholding powers, given that the excitement radiating off of Martin was so tangible.

He didn’t plan much in terms of a proposal, just making one of the few mortal meals that Jon still enjoyed, then sitting on the couch after dinner and asking him if he would marry him. Even though Jon had risked everything for him over and over again, Martin couldn’t help but fear that the answer might not be the one he hoped for. All the same, he wanted Jon to know how much he loved him and that he wanted to spend every minute with him, whether as husbands, boyfriends, partners, or friends.

But when the world changed, so did Martin’s plans. And when he packed up bags for the moment Jon was ready to leave, to set things right, he glanced at the ring’s hiding place and tucked it into his pocket.

Once they fixed the world, then he could ask. After the apocalypse was averted, they would have all the time they could ever want, right?

The apocalypse was still going, however, and Martin had no idea what came next. Neither did Jon, bizarrely, and that did nothing to assuage Martin’s fears.

However, as he held the ring box in his hands and stared at the sparkling metal, Martin realized he knew what he at least wanted to come next.

“You alright there?” Jon asked as he reentered the room, hair still wet from a recent shower.

“Um, yes. I am. I…” Martin took a deep breath, then closed the box and held it out of view as he spun to face Jon. “This probably isn’t the best time, but… it’s not like time has really existed while we were outside of here, so…”

“Martin?” Jon stepped toward him, worry creasing his features.

“Jon, I… will you marry me?”

Martin was so mesmerized by the frozen surprise on Jon’s face that he almost forgot to get down on one knee and take out the ring. After he did so, the shock in Jon’s expression didn’t change, but instead his eyes glanced between Martin and the ring in equal measure.

“I know it’s not like marriage really means so much anymore, with the world ending and what not. But… I love you, Jon. I’ve waited ages to ask you, and I don’t know if there’s going to be a better chance than this, so…”

Jon stumbled over his words a few times, then wiped away a tear, and settled on a simple answer: “Yes. Yes, of course.”

They were both smiling now, grinning from ear to ear, and crying gleeful tears that washed away the sorrow that so often adorned their eyes. Martin stood again, then took Jon’s hand into his own and slid the ring onto his finger, before raising his knuckles to his lips and kissing them slowly.

After falling into an embrace for an unknowable amount of time, shuddering with tears for an occasion they never thought they'd be lucky enough to experience, safe in the arms of their lover, Jon pulled away just a bit to look at the silver band.

He chuckled. “Where did you find this?”

“I didn’t just find it on some Buried bloke and take it, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Martin cried, and Jon looked away sheepishly, but said nothing. “I got it before all of this.” He gestured around them, to the maelstrom of terror outside the walls. “I had a whole little plan, nothing special, but… and then…”

“I see.”

“Every time we entered a new domain and you went off to do a statement and I waited… I would take out the ring and just look at it,” Martin continued. “I told myself each time that there was no guarantee of safety, not even for you, and that I might as well ask you while I still had the chance. But then you came back, and I put the ring in my pocket and insisted there would be another, better time. And now… I don’t think there’s going to be any better time than this. I hoped that if – when – we fix things, then I could propose, but I don’t want to wait that long.”

Jon smiled up at Martin, fresh tears glimmering in his eyes.

“I love you, Martin. I love you so much. And I can’t wait to be your husband. The state of things being as they are, maybe such titles don’t matter, but it matters to me. And… I’m grateful. I love you.”

They fell into another embrace, and Martin teased, “Who knew this is what it would take to get you talking about your feelings.”

“Are you complaining?” Jon asked with a wry smile.

“Not at all.”

“Good. Because I want to say it again: I love you.”

“I love you too. God, I… Yeah. I love you.”

With a giggle, Jon commented, “I suppose we should go find out what Annabelle and Mikaele have planned for us?”

Martin sighed, but he still couldn’t stop smiling. “I suppose so.” He paused. “Wait; wasn’t Salesa a captain of a ship? Doesn’t that mean he can perform marriages?”

“Talk about a quick engagement,” Jon joked. “I’m not sure it applies if his ship is destroyed, though.”

“Can we still ask?”

Jon leaned up and brushed his lips against Martin’s, grinning as he did so. “Of course, my love.”

Hand in hand, the fiancés headed out of the room, ready to face whatever came next, so long as they were together.

Martin wanted to stay longer in Mikaele’s oasis from the apocalypse. Of course he wanted to stay longer. Who wouldn’t?

It wasn’t as if he’d forgotten about their quest or set aside the knowledge that he and Jon were the only ones that could set this whole thing right for the sake of a warm bed, as tempting as that might have been. But Martin craved to rest for a few more days – actual, real days – and enjoy some simple meals, to relish in mortality and humanity, to be at peace for a few moments with Jon at his side.

But he couldn’t deny that Jon was getting worse. He zoned out in every conversation and practically seemed to doze off at times. When Martin shook him and he didn’t immediately awake, Martin knew that Jon had to leave there. Martin had complained at first, and a bit of him still wished the situation was otherwise, but, for Jon’s safety, he would lead the way out the door.

Whatever Jon’s connection to the Beholding meant for him in a potential future that wasn’t inhabited by the fears, that didn’t have the Eye staring down from the sky and drinking in all the terror… they could deal with that later.

For now, Martin and Jon left Mikaele’s house behind and headed back into the wasteland.

Jon immediately began to perk up the farther they got from the Eye’s blindspot. Martin, meanwhile, didn’t feel any such dramatic change in mood or health, but he could feel the fear soak back into him, as if the air itself was tainted with it.

As they walked and Jon’s sight returned to him, telling him the right directions, Martin filled him in on their time with Mikaele as he was unable to remember it. Hopefully, Jon couldn’t see how Martin’s hands shook as he thought of how heavily Jon relied on the Beholding; and how heavily it relied on him.

The tale of their quick vacation soon came to a close, but then Jon stopped in his tracks.

“What is it?”

Jon raised his left hand to examine it.

“Since when have I been wearing a ring?”

It felt like Martin was kicked in the chest and he couldn’t help but let out a shuddering exhale as he realized that Jon remembered nothing of his proposal either.

“I… I guess part of me hoped you would remember that,” Martin admitted quietly, then stepped back towards Jon and took his hand in his own. It’s not like it was Jon’s fault that his memory failed him, so he took a deep breath and explained, “I, well, I proposed to you while we were there.”

“You did what?”

Martin chuckled at the shock on Jon’s face, the same expression that he’d worn when Martin pulled out the ring the first time.

“It seemed like the best chance we would have, given the state of the world. We’d gotten cleaned up and were about to head down to talk to Mikaele and then I found the ring box in my dirty clothes and…” He shrugged, hoping he’d said enough that Jon could remember for himself.

Instead, Jon looked down at their clasped hands and said nothing for a long moment.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I’m trying to remember, but…”

“It’s okay. This just means I get to propose to you again,” Martin replied with a comforting smile, but Jon still stared at their hands, tears forming on the surface of his eyes.

“No, I… I should be able to remember this. I want to remember everything about you.” He met Martin’s gaze as the first tears began to fall. “And that I could forget something so important…”

“You sure you want to remember everything about me?” Martin teased, wiping away Jon’s tears and gently caressing his face. “Even when I ran around the Archives in my pants? Or when I accidentally put ramen in the microwave for thirty minutes instead of three and didn’t notice until it was actively on fire?”

Jon chuckled despite himself and pressed his cheek into Martin’s hand. “Yes, even those bits. Every part of you.”

“Well, I can do my best to help jog your memory,” he suggested. “I’ll tell you what happened, and maybe you’ll remember something? But first-”

Martin knelt down in the muck, holding Jon’s bedecked hand, and looked up at the light radiating off of him.

“Jonathan Sims, will you marry me?”

Beaming, Jon cried, “Yes, Martin, yes, of course. I love you.”

“I love you too. And I will say that however many times I have to so that you remember.”

“Now, that I could never forget.”

Martin rose to his feet, then lifted Jon’s hand to his lips and gave a quick kiss to the ring finger, then another, slower kiss to his palm.

Before either of them could say anything more, the echoing sound of applause came from one of the tombs in the near distance, and Jon and Martin glanced at each other with confused smiles on their faces.

“Seems the individuals trapped here are alright with our nuptials,” Jon remarked.

“First they interrupt our jokes, now our proposal; this is just getting out of hand,” Martin joked, and Jon let out a laugh. After a few more moments, Martin sighed. “I suppose we should be going? Got to save the world and all that, so that I can properly marry you.”

“Yes. But first…” Jon wrapped his arms around Martin’s shoulders and kissed him, passing so many memories and hopeful futures between their lips. “Now we can go.”

“Works for me,” Martin replied, beaming, just before the same applauding tomb-goer offered up an enthusiastic cheer. “Besides, the audience participation is a little much for me.”

Jon laced his fingers through Martin’s and began to lead the way to their next destination. As they walked, he asked, “So, tell me about this ring, and how you proposed the first time. Tell me again, and again, so that there’s no way I’ll forget.”

Martin relayed the story of how he purchased the ring in the village during their brief stay in Scotland, how he held onto it each time Jon gave a statement, and how he haphazardly asked Jon to marry him as they’d gotten cleaned up in the relative safety of that oasis.

But as Martin spoke, he realized that, despite the horrors around them, his oasis was wherever Jon was. And as long as he was with him, the fears could only do him so much harm.

#the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #tma spoilers #tma5 #tma 180 #tma 181 #memory loss cw #Sky showed me art of them wearing wedding bands #and I lost my mind lol #tma

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northcarolinanative · 4 years

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𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝟿)

Chapter 9: Then It Won’t

A/N: Hi. I am so sorry for the wait on this chapter. I was feeling a little stuck and Honestly overall uninspired and unmotivated. I needed a break from writing, I also don’t know how long to have this story going, but if you have any feedback PLEASE let me know, it would be greatly appreciated:) As always my asks, requests, messages are open so please talk to me:)

Description: John B’s Sister comes home from staying with their mom, only to find out that her brother is missing and her dad was murdered. JJ may have just lost his best friend. She and JJ have to figure out what to do and how to pick up the pieces.

Need to catch up? Ch.1 / Ch.2 / Ch.3 / Ch.4 / Ch. 5 / Ch.6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8

I was so confused. I didn’t know what had gotten into JJ. Why did he kiss me like that? Out of nowhere. I know that we were both happy and excited. Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining, but it opens up too many doors. As much as I want to be with JJ, it puts a lot on the two of us. We both are dealing with a lot right now. What if that is why he kissed me? What if he was confusing one emotion for the other, and it wasn’t what he was wanting to do? My thoughts were everywhere as I stood still. JJ and I are still standing in front of the counter. JJ arms were wrapped around my shoulders, and mine around his waist. It was a hug that was full of emotion, what those emotions were, I am not sure, and I don’t think that he was either.

After our breathing started to settle down, we didn’t talk much. More of a silent agreement between the two of us to go to bed. The air was thick, but not in the same way it had been. There was a tension between JJ and I. A tension that I didn’t want to be there, one that made me fall further into the already present feelings that were there. As I was changing in John B’s room, like every night, it was gloomy. The room held a weight that I still did not want to bear. Tonight though it was different, there was a glimmer of hope. I didn’t want to take over his room because he would be back. He would be back here as soon as JJ and I found a way to make it wherever that ship was going.

JJ knocked on the door, pulling me from my thoughts as I finished pulling my shirt down over my body. “Yes?”

JJ leaned in, then entered the room. There it was again, that sticky, emotional tension. JJ was only wearing a pair of worn, faded, khaki cargo shorts, hung loosely around his waist, his hair wet from the shower that he just took, and I couldn’t help but look at him. Once I realized what I was doing I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. “Hey, would it be weird if I, uh, borrowed a pair of JB’s pajama bottoms?” He said looking down. “I just realized I am out of clean ones and I don’t think you wanna sleep next to me in these smelly old clothes.” He laughed off the last part. I could tell he was unsure of my sleeping plans for the night, but I was glad that he still was okay with sharing a bed.

“You’re right. I didn’t want to say anything but you were starting to smell” I let out a laugh, and JJ followed laughing as well. The mood was better, almost normal again. “You know where it’s at,” I said nodding toward the dresser on the far wall, then walking out into the living room. I began removing the couch cushions to pull out the bed again for the night.

3:15 am

I read the clock on the microwave again. Less than an hour ago I was begging for sleep, but now my nerves were on edge and I was full of adrenaline. I laid down staring at the dark wooden ceiling, only light coming from the moon and the crack in the door from John B’s room where JJ was changing. I was so stuck in my thoughts that I barely noticed the bed dip as JJ laid down beside me, his hands laced together behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling, now only illuminated by the bright moon outside the open window. The wind caused a cool draft sending a shiver down my spine.

“I’m sorry” JJ finally broke the silence. I knew it was coming, I mean we couldn’t just ignore it. JJ’s nerves were just as high as mine were at this moment. I sat up turning to face JJ slightly, running my hand through my hair.

“Don’t be sorry” I said letting out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. I felt JJ relax a little beside me. He closed his eyes and I heard him let out a deep breath. “Why’d you do it?” I asked. I wanted to know what he was thinking.

“What?” JJ said. He sat up, turning to me. I could see the way his eyebrows were scrunched in confusion.

“Why did you kiss me JJ?” I said in a long breath. I started talking, I didn’t know if I actually wanted the answer once I asked the question. “Because if it was just the adrenaline or the joy of our lead on John B, that’s totally fine. If it was just a way to distract us from the emotions we’re feeling then that's okay too because I know that we’ve been comforting each other like that because we don’t know what to say. I just want to --”

“I did it because I like you Y/N, that’s it, that’s why” JJ cut me off. It felt like his words hung in the air. I didn’t know how to respond. “I mean I guess the adrenaline and everything helped me get the courage to do it. I mean look at what you did Y/N. You are like halfway to finding John B. You’re amazing.” I reached over and pulled him into a tight hug.

“I like you too JJ,” I whispered into his shoulder before pulling away. The tension in the air is significantly less. Things were more clear, but still so much remained unsaid. JJ and I sat back, looking between each other, silence falling over us once again. Neither of us knows where to go from here.

“What does this mean?” I said swallowing. “Does it change things?” Again, I didn’t want to know what the answer was. “I need you to get through this JJ. You saw how Kie and Pope reacted to what we’re doing here, looking for JB. You know what I’m going through better than anyone JJ.” I put my hand on his jaw looking him in the eyes. I could barely see the blue in them from the dimly lit atmosphere. I saw the way that the light hit his face illuminating the way his features softened into my touch.

“Y/N, you’re smart and beautiful, and a literal genius. I don’t want this to change anything between us, but you know me. I speak my thoughts, and since you came back, and with John B being gone, I just, I guess I just started to see you as more than my best friend's sister.” I could see the thoughts turning in his head as he tried to figure out what to say.

“And moving forward?” I asked. I felt the break in my voice. I’m sure JJ saw the tears that brimmed my eyes.

“Nothing has to change.” He reached his hand up to cover mine that was still sitting on his cheek. “I don’t want it to change.”

“Then it won’t” I felt a wave of exhaustion hit me. “Let’s get some sleep yea?”

“Yea,” JJ said, he looked away from me and I felt my heart drop. I felt like I handled this wrong. JJ was feet from me, and I could feel the nerves vibrating off of him. He laid back down, the same way as before.I moved, up next to JJ, resting my head and my hand on his chest. I felt his arm fall, wrapping it around my torso. I started to trace little patterns into the hollow of his chest and he moved his fingers up and down my spine. Comforting each other, just like normal, like we said nothing changed, right?

I looked up at JJ, only to meet his eyes already on me. I smiled softly as he drew me in. I kept looking between his eyes and his lips, softly illuminated in the moonlight. He bit his lip softly, a small smile forming across his face. He leaned his head down, slightly shifting his body lower. His other hand came to rest on my chin as he turned to face me. I closed my eyes feeling his face get closer to mine. His thumb running across my bottom lip and his lips barley ghosting over mine. I moved forward pressing our lips together. It was different from the one before, it was more meaningful. With everything out in the open now, the kiss was more real. I could feel the emotion behind both our lips at that moment. Things got heated quickly. Moving to press against each other, quickening the pace of our kiss, passion growing. Then I pulled away looking at JJ resting our foreheads together.

“We really should sleep,” I said with a slight giggle. JJ just nodded and wrapped his arms around me pulling me close.

“I know we said nothing would change, but I could get used to kissing you like that,” JJ said, pulling my closer to him and resting his head on mine.

I woke up to the sound of rain beating down on the tin roof that covered the porch, JJ and I separated in our sleep, his arm now barely laying over my hip. I was careful not to wake him up as I got out of bed. I stood up stretching out from the confinement of the pullout bed. I looked over at JJ, his mouth slightly open and laid out on his back. One arm behind his head, the other across his body where it had rested on my hip, holding onto me. I smiled to myself, letting my hand reach up and touch my lips softly, remembering what had happened last night. I took my time in the shower, for once letting the warm water relax me rather than letting the pouring water blend with my tears like it had been the past few showers.

I got dressed, before leaving a note for JJ. I didn’t want to wake him, both of us were struggling to sleep soundly, and he seemed at peace. I didn’t want to disturb that.

“Went to find some work. We need money to stay afloat J. See you later? - Y/N”

So with that I headed out to my car, toward Figure 8. Granted that was the last place that I wanted to be, but I know that is where I could find good work. Every summer I worked as a waitress at the club. I was hoping that since I was under my mother’s last name on all their paperwork, they wouldn’t recognize me as JB’s sister. The other pogues were worried about the cops and their help in John B’s escape. I knew that if my last name was “Routledge” that my chances of even getting on the Island were slim. The club was full of kooks, and kooks didn’t care where I came from or went to after work. All they cared about was that I showed up on time and did my job. And I did.

I parked my car at the edge of the lot, away from the Range Rovers and Jeeps that littered the lot. Everything was shiny in Figure 8, it was clean and sparkly, it lacked character, much like the people did. I had called Mr. Jones before I left for the Island, telling him, like every summer, that I would be returning to the island once the ferry recovered from the storms. So he should be expecting me. I looked at the large double stained glass door, pushing them open to a grand room. I was not expecting the strong scent of sandalwood to overwhelm me as it did.

I looked around at all the adults here, dressed in slacks and polos. This was their casual wear, which I could not imagine how uncomfortable it must have been. I walked through a back hallway to avoid any looks with other kooks, or anyone who might notice me before I secured my job. I went through the routine of getting the job with Mr. Jones, signing paperwork saying that if I get hurt it isn’t their fault, then he handed me my uniform. “Sit here and wait for me to finish scanning this stuff in, then I’ve got a few more things for you to sign.” He pointed to a bench in the main hallway before disappearing behind another large door. I sat tapping my foot. I played with a white string that was coming loose from my shorts. “Head down, don’t make a big deal” Is what one of the older waitresses had told me when I started working at the country club. She was also from the cut, she told me that it was the best way to deal with the teenager kooks who would pick fights with us while working.

“Y/N” I heard someone call. The tone in their voice was cold. I looked up only to be met with who I wanted to see the least. My blood boiled at the sight of him, how was he free walking around. “Y/N Routledge” He spit, his tone venomous and dark. I stood up taking steps back and away from him.

“Rafe Cameron” I breathed out barely audible.

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The Gift

(I’m giving some January weather ❄️ to the characters in my July ☀️. This prompt is incredibly sweet, and I realize it didn’t include a request for *coconuts*. That said, sexual content slipped into this fic regardless because ...Hayffie 🔥. Anyway, I hope the ending feels sweet enough to offset other intensities.)

***

After years of hiking up her skirts and unzipping bodices, loosening corsets and slipping them down just enough, unbuckling garters and sliding thongs to the side, they were playing now with nakedness.

Total nakedness.

It had happened a few times, and Effie was still adjusting to the sensations. The vulnerability of her skin fully against his was one thing. Her heart open to him was another.

Their first time face-to-face, unencumbered by clothing was intense. They started kissing and didn’t stop until they came, moaning into each other’s mouths. It was almost too much. The eroticism, the intimacy, the deliciousness all broke down her boundaries. Effie was definitely on board with nakedness DURING sex.

The textures AFTER still felt awkward to her. His body became a furnace, drenching her in sweat, especially when he’d been on top. And she loved having him on top. With her legs wrapped around him, she could take subtle control of the pace, the depth, their closeness.

Complete nakedness was freeing; it was also messy and overwhelming. Having sex with Haymitch had always been contending with chaos, but now...

Now.

“I need to breathe,” she gasped as the pulsing slowed inside her.

He thrust once more, milking the last drops of pleasure, then rolling off of her.

“Fuck. That was...”

“I know. ...God.”

Catching his breath, he slid his hand along her sternum, down to her waist where he curled his fingers around her side.

“Honey, don’t touch me right now. Your hands are sopping fire.”

He let go, still panting. “You’re hot too, sweetheart.”

An anxiety she didn’t understand crept over her. “EVERYTHING is wet. I need to take a shower. We need to change the sheets.”

He chuckled, “I’d say loosen your corset, but I already took it off.”

“Haymitch, don’t tease. You know this is new for me.”

He did know. “It’s kind of like taking your virginity.” He grinned. “Can’t help wanting you wet, and can’t help wanting to touch you when you’re like this.”

Effie scoffed at the notion of herself as a virgin. “That ship sailed over 20 years ago.” Lying apart, she’d cooled enough to reach for his hand and interlace their fingers. “But the sentiment is charming.”

He pulled her knuckles to his lips. “I’ve been a lot of things, but *charming* isn’t one.”

Effie shivered as the moisture evaporated from her skin. She went from hot to cold in body and emotions faster than he could flip a coin. He’d stopped trying to figure her out long ago.

“I’m going to go take a shower. Will you turn up the heater?”

“About that...” Haymitch hesitated, knowing she’d be pissed. “The heater wouldn’t turn on this morning.”

Effie sat straight up, dropped his hand and glared. He tried to stay focused on her eyes rather than the beads of sweat dripping between her breasts. His attention was divided.

“It’s January! There’s snow on the ground, and your heater is broken?! Couldn’t you have mentioned that detail BEFORE I got on the train? You could have come to my apartment instead, then we’d be warm right now!”

“We warmed up real good on our own, honey. ...Besides, the train was already halfway here by the time I woke up today.”

“So he says — an hour before we die from hypothermia!”

Haymitch reached for her waist again. His hand was still warm, and this time she welcomed the touch.

“Let’s take a shower and talk about all the things we can do tonight to prevent hypothermia.”

“You think this is amusing!”

“We have a fireplace, wood in the shed, a forest next door, and a town full of coal. This is 12. We can manage a weekend without a furnace.” He spoke gently, tracing circles on her hip.

Her anxiousness lessened, but she was still vexed at him for not waking up before noon and for not knowing how to repair a furnace. Though in all these years, annoyance had never stopped her from wanting more of him.

“The water better be warm.” She reached for his hand and pulled him up with her.

***

Effie’s teeth chattered later as she rummaged through her bag with towels wrapped around her body and her hair.

“I brought nothing warm to wear!”

Haymitch lazed on the edge of the bed, avoiding the spots where the sheets were still damp. “What about the 5 layers of clothes I took off when you walked through the door?”

“That’s outside attire.” Effie was miffed by his unyielding ignorance regarding even the most basic matters of fashion. A pair of leggings was the best she could find. “I wasn’t exactly planning on wearing much inside.”

“Sorry the furnace fucked up such a fine plan.” He was enjoying the view of her wearing nothing but towels, but he didn’t want her shaking, at least not from cold. “Let’s get you warm. Look through my drawers and wear anything you want. I’ll go make coffee and build a fire.”

Effie looked wary. She was all too familiar with the limits of his wardrobe. Though she did slip on his shirts when he left them at her place. They smelled like him and felt like him and, though she wouldn’t admit it, they helped ease the loneliness she always experienced after he’d gone.

He caressed her ass through the towel. “...Or you can just wear this all evening. You choose.”

She turned her head and kissed him as he passed her on his way out. She just got here, and she hated the loneliness she was already anticipating at the thought of leaving tomorrow. She refused to waste this time together fuming about a broken heater.

She closed each drawer quickly after opening it. “All your clothes are grey!” she hollered downstairs, “Grey is not even a color!”

He muttered under his breath, “Grey is too a goddamn color.” Then he hollered back up to her. “Feel free to stay in the towel!”

She opened the drawers again and dug deeper, determined to find something she hadn’t seen at first glance. A white sleeve poked out from between layers of grey. Effie pulled out the shirt and recognized it immediately, though she hadn’t seen it in years. He’d worn it the night before the third Quarter Quell — the first time he kissed her, as she was falling apart.

She slipped it on now over bare breasts and snuggled up in the memory and the scent of him. The shirt was soft and thin. She needed another layer, a sweater maybe. She kept digging.

In the back of the bottom drawer she felt something velvet and silky. A blazer perhaps? Reaping Day attire? Why would Haymitch of all people hold on to something like that? As she pulled it out, she realized it wasn’t a jacket but a shawl — a red velvet shawl, embroidered with swirls of golden thread and trimmed with silk. The fabric was old, smooth and beautiful. It smelled like cedar laid over memories.

Effie felt a degree of reverence as she slipped the shawl over her shoulders, hoping it wouldn’t fall apart. The construction proved to be sturdy, clearly hand-sewn by a talented seamster.

What meaning did this have for Haymitch to keep in a dresser in his bedroom? “Look through my drawers and wear anything you want,” he’d said. Could he possibly have meant this glorious piece of art? Effie intended to find out.

A pair of his thick woolen socks completed the ensemble with her leggings, his shirt, and the shawl. Effie blow dried her hair, and applied light layers of mascara and lipstick. Then she followed the fragrance of coffee downstairs.

The house was already warming up from the fire burning in the hearth. Haymitch was mixing their coffee with shots of bourbon and spoonfuls of honey and cream. With his back to her he asked, “Did you find some color?”

“That depends... Is this okay?”

***

He turned around and saw her.

He flashed back to winter mornings in the Seam when coal burned in the stove of his childhood. As the house grew warm, his mother would take off her shawl and drape it across the back of the rocking chair. His little brother would toddle out in footed pajamas, climb up in the chair and wrap up in the shawl.

“Careful, dear, that’s precious to Mama,” she’d say, “But not as precious as my boys.” She’d kiss Haymitch on his forehead as he brought eggs in from the goose house. “Wipe that snow off your boots before stepping off the mat. This house may not be much, but we don’t need to be entirely uncivilized. Then she’d sit with his brother in her lap and rock him a few times until the griddle was hot enough to fry the eggs.

When these kinds of memories showed up, they usually kicked him in the teeth, but Effie looking all beautiful softened the blow. A swallow of bourbon helped too.

“I wasn’t sure...” Seeing the pain now in his expression, she felt she’d made a mistake. “I can go change...”

He crossed the kitchen in three steps, kissed her forehead, then buried his face in her hair. He held her tight, and she returned the pressure of his embrace, feeling how much he needed this connection. She held him in silence, asking no questions.

“This is precious,” he said, not letting go of her.

“The shawl?”

He pulled back just enough to see her face, and nodded. “...But not as precious as my girl.”

My girl?... My girl... The words echoed in her chest. She felt them pushing and drawing out something new. “...Me?”

“Nobody else, sweetheart.”

For once in her life, Effie was speechless.

“No expectations,” Haymitch clarified, “I just don’t wanna feel this shit and pretend like I don’t.”

She’d loved him from her earliest memories, all the while pretending with other words and fucking other men who didn’t matter.

“I don’t want to pretend either.” She tasted the whiskey on his tongue. There was nothing simple about this. “I don’t want to be naked with anyone else. I don’t want anybody else inside me.”

He wanted to be inside her again, right now, on the sofa in front of the fire, but there was more to consider. “Are you warm enough? Did you eat on the train or are you hungry? Peeta brought over some fancy things.”

“Come here,” she said, easing away from him and moving toward the counter. She added a few items to the platter of Peeta’s croissants: butter, a knife, and the jar of honey. “Bring the drinks and follow me.”

Haymitch put the bottle of bourbon in the crook of his elbow and held the mugs of coffee in his hands.

She led them to the sofa. Mind reader, he thought.

She pulled an end table between them and the fireplace and laid down the platter. Before he could set the drinks beside it, she chastised him. “Coasters!”

“Coasters?” Fuck. She always did know how to delay a mood. “Not sure where they are.”

Effie went back to the kitchen and searched the cabinets for saucers. Those would substitute in a pinch. “We might be without central heating, but we don’t need to be entirely uncivilized.”

The coffee was still too hot to drink, so she curled up next to him on the sofa. He traced the golden swirls down her arm, caressing her through the velvet. “This shawl was my mother’s.”

She rested her head on his shoulder. “I wondered.”

“She sewed all of our clothes.”

“She was an incredible seamstress. This stitching is remarkable.”

“Nobody’s worn that in 30 years. ...I wrapped up in it once, after they were killed. But the memories were too painful, so I put it away. Never took it out again.”

“Haymitch...” She covered his hand with hers. “If I’d known, I never would have... Should I put it back?”

“No, honey. Such a pretty thing shouldn’t be in a drawer. You’re giving it life again.”

“Life has these ways of sleeping, you know? Sometimes I think there’s nothing left, and then suddenly it’s filling me up again.”

I feel it when you’re here, he didn’t say.

I don’t want to leave tomorrow, she didn’t say either.

They weren’t pretending, and they weren’t being entirely open either. Nakedness takes time to reach its full expression.

***

The next day Effie folded the shawl and laid it at the foot of the bed. She dressed in her layers of *outside attire* and took the train back to her heated apartment and her sleeping life.

She unzipped her bag and found inside a brown paper sack, haphazardly crumpled shut. On the outside, Haymitch had written, “Stay warm.”

Effie opened the sack more carefully than it had been closed. She pulled out a piece of notepaper folded in half. On the front he’d written, “For my girl.” She flipped the paper open, and the note within read, “It’s yours. Thanks for making me feel alive. — H”

She knew what she’d find at the bottom of the sack. Red velvet swirling with gold. She could barely see it through her tears. It held fragrances now of coffee and whiskey, croissants with honey, and Haymitch’s hands on her. She slipped the shawl over her shoulders. It was almost too much.

It was perfect.

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