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dateko · 8 months

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˚｡⋆ GLITTER AND GIGGLES | GETO SUGURU

contents: domestic fluff brain rot, papa!geto with the twins, tatted!geto, reader and suguru are married, & suguru being the best dad even though it is written quite poorly

“I’m home!” You announce as you enter the house, feet screaming as you kick off your heels.

Surprisingly, no one greets you back. The absence of the familiar rumble of footsteps that usually storm toward you causes you to frown. There isn’t a pair of mischievous twins that wait for you at the top of the stairs, nor is there a handsome husband dressed in an apron telling you that he’s missed you all day. You deflate at this, but your ears pick up the lovable sound of hushed giggles coming from the living room.

You creep up the steps gingerly, careful not to disrupt whatever fun the girls seem to be having. And that’s when you see it. There, splayed all over your ridiculously expensive rug that is now littered with markers and glitter glue, is your husband. Your two girls occupy his sides, hovering over his bare back with busy hands.

“Girls?” You break their playful trance, and they turn to each other before you with wide eyes. “What are you two doing?”

Mimiko attempts to gather the markers into her arms as a stuttering Nanako waves her hands in your face, doing a very poor job at obscuring your view when her hands are so incredibly teeny. “Mommy! It’s nothing! We were just cleaning up.”

Your brow raises at this since you know well you didn’t raise a liar. Catching a glimpse of Suguru’s sleeping figure with his bare torso flat on the floor almost makes you think the two tired out their own father to death. But as you step closer, the sight almost makes you laugh out loud.

The tattoo of the rainbow dragon that trails down Suguru’s spine finally bears truth to its name. You’re not exactly sure where to look first. You follow the lines of pink and purple scribbled messily outside the inked lines, the loose glitter that sticks itself between the crevices of your husband’s back muscles, and the series of Sanrio stickers that wander down the side of his neck. It’s ridiculous, almost like a unicorn had vomited all over him, yet precious all at once.

Mimiko tugs at your sleeve. “Are you mad?”

Shaking your head with a smile, you pinch the little brunette’s cheek. “Hand me a marker.”

The girls giggle behind you as you kneel beside Suguru’s sleeping face. He’s gorgeous, always been, and always will be. Thought it was a shame you were about to ruin it. The marker in your hold draws an elaborate beard on his face, making sure to dance with a few swirls and twirls. You beam at how your canvas scrunches his nose, eyebrows furrowing at the feeling of your marker gliding across his skin.

Suguru scratches his face before opening his eyes, blinking repeatedly at the moment he realizes you’re home. “Morning, beautiful.” You grin, tucking a piece of his dark locks behind his ear.

“Sweetheart,” He sits up immediately, unaware of the glitter that falls from his skin behind him. “I missed you.”

You decide against scolding your husband for falling asleep instead of watching your children when he leans in to seal a kiss on your lips, and you turn away, stifling a giggle. “Come on, no kiss?” Suguru pouts. “What’s so funny?”

“Papa, you look so weird.” Mimiko pips from behind you, trying to hide her laughter.

“You have something on your face, Papa!” Nanako adds, squealing when Suguru grabs her to tickle her stomach. The house is filled with an abundance of happy laughter once more, and you can feel your heart swell with contentment. Your husband extends his arm to you and Mimiko, a soft glint in his golden eyes. The expression on his face is delicate, yet he is still completely unaware of the ridiculous lines that paint his features. “Come over here, you two.”

Suguru beams as his three favorite girls pile on top of him, bubbles of joy bouncing off the walls every which way. You can’t help but finally kiss him. You could never resist Suguru, especially when he’s always been such a good husband and an exceptional father for the three of you. The wet smack you place on his lips causes the girls to grimace, trying to wiggle their way out of strong arms.

The twins scramble out of the living room and scurry off immediately. You stay in Suguru’s lap, hand tracing his collarbone and down his shoulders as he hugs you tighter. “Don’t think I’m letting you go without a punishment.” He teases, pressing his lips to your temple.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?"

“Oh yeah?” His eyebrow raises, unconvinced. “Well, I wouldn't be so sure. You look like Yaga right now.”

Your hands scramble to your chin as you gasp, noticing the black residue on your fingertips. Your husband watches you as you attempt to scrub off the black beard on your face with your sleeve. Rolling your eyes at his smirk, you give up. Grabbing both sides of his face, you kiss him once more. “Oh, shut up and kiss me.”

“Anything for you, Sweetheart.”

#i did not edit or proofread or put much thought or care i just hit POST!!!! because i love suguru #geto x reader #suguru geto x reader #geto x you #suguru x reader #jjk

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coffeeinthebackpack · 5 months

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Pip, writing in her diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

#incorrect a good girls guide to murder #a good girls guide to murder #holly jackson #pippa fitz amobi memes #incorrect pippa fitz amobi #pippa fitz amobi #pip x ravi #ravi singh #incorrect pipravi

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satansaidnottoday · 3 months

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Twinning: part 2.

Part 1

Info: Human AU, Lucifer's Mc, Mammon & GN!Mc.

Summary: Mammon helps out with preparations for the party.

Every day you make up at 3am sharp to start baking. Nonstop measuring, mixing, pipping, and decorating until it's opening time. Mondays are the only day off, the only day a week you close down the café and take time for yourself.

Yet today you're awake at 3am on a Monday, bending over a DIY starlight curtain. And for what? Some kids you barely know the name of? Pity for a man who probably makes three times more than you? You didn't even know this family two weeks ago. And still, you keep gluing strips of LED lights together. It takes about two hours to be done, but it's beautiful and completely worth it. It takes another three hours until you've finished hot gluing starts into constellations on a navy blue banner. You would hang it up behind the glittery letters that spelled out their names.

You needed to prep just one last thing before the day. You know two things about these kids, one likes constellations, and the other will finish a cupcake in a single bite. So, a space cake it is. You would make it with leftover sheets, fondant, and cream to reduce cost. Making all the decorations for free was a lot on your wallet already. You got ready to have breakfast before starting when the doorbell rang. You make your way down the stairs, expecting maybe a delivery or a neighbor asking for a cup of sugar.

Instead, you find a man with messily bleached locks and the biggest yellow-tinted sunglasses you've ever seen. You wondered how he managed to see on a cloudy day.

"Hey! What's up with the door? It won't open!" He asks, before looking you up and down. Probably surveying the glue and glitter covering your old clothes.

"We're closed today..." You say, ready to close the door on his face, until you remember where you knew him from. The one very loud teenager following Lucifer around. "Are you Lucifer's brother?"

"Ya, Mammon, remember my name next time, I'm not just someone's brother." He says, indignant. "What even happened to you anyways?"

You would feel offended if you had any energy left for that. "Your brother."

"What?" He lifts an eyebrow, and you barely see it through his glasses.

"I'm making decorations for the twins's birthday," you explain, asking yourself why you are even entraining him.

"Ah, Lucifer did say something about that. But it's like a week away, why are you doing it now?"

"Because today is my only free day," you answer, patience wearing thin. "And I still have stuff to do, so..."

"Wait, but isn't that part of your job? Decoration and shit." He looked at you with a confused face. You felt a headache building up.

"No, I just rented him the place," you said sharply and opened your mouth again to say goodbye, before he interrupted.

"Since you're already working on your free day, can I have a caramel late? With soy milk, please." He smiles.

You close the door on his face.

"Hey, wait! I'll pay for it! Don't leave me out!" You hear him scream, but you just turn around and start going upstairs. He doesn't stop at all, just screaming louder with every step you take. "I'LL HELP WITH THE DECORATIONS!" He tries again, and you stop to think about it for a moment. "COME ON! I KNOW THEM BETTER!" He did make a good point.

After some more consideration (and some more screaming), you turn back and open the door for him.

"You're unbearable." You say when he finally stops screaming.

"Unforgettable, you mean." He runs his hand through his hair.

"Does this usually work for you?"

He does a weighting motion with his hands. "Fifty-fifty."

You let out a deep sigh, starting to understand Lucifer. "I can offer café con leche and leftover cat croissants," you tell him.

"Can it be soy milk? Please," he asks, tilting his head on what you think is an attempt to look cute.

"No."

He sighs this time, with fake exasperation. He looks at you pleading. You start to close the door again.

"Okay, I'll take it!" He says, launching himself inside before you can close the door.

He, in fact, didn't have a single problem gulping down the coffee with whole milk. Nor eating three whole croissants before even speaking.

"You got a nice place, how much do you pay on rent?" Of course he started with that. No thanks, no sorry for screaming my lungs off in front of your house.

"I own it." That was your only answer.

"Shit, really? You must be loaded!"

"I'm not, I just inherited it from my grandma. I had to pour all of my life savings and get a loan to open up the café. So I'm less than wealthy, I'm in crippling debt." You take a sip of your black coffee, washing your worries down your throat.

"Damn," he said, mouth half full of croissant. "That sucks."

You nod in response.

"You looking for a roommate? I can pay rent when I get a job."

"So, you can't pay rent now?…" He shakes his head. "So you would live here for free until you get a job?" He nods. "I'll pass for now."

"That sucks too..." He doesn't stop eating to feel bad tho.

"You don't like living with your brother?" You question, taking away the empty plate of croissants.

"It's not that, I'm just tired of depending on him."

"So your plan was to depend on a total stranger instead."

"I didn't think about it like that, okay?" He leans on his hands over the table.

You laugh and his cheeks grow red.

"Whatever, let's make festoons or something." He says, trying to change the subject.

"Ah, I'm already done with decorations," you admit.

He immediately stands up from his chair. "Oh well, then I should get going so I don't mess up your schedule anymore." He said, leaning down to grab his jacket, you stop his hand mid-air, holding his wrist.

"I do need help making the party hats, though."

He lets out an exhausted moan, letting himself fall backward. You're both sitting down on the floor, surrounded by cardboard paper and glitter stars. You had a system where you cut out the hats and decorations, and then passed them to him to assemble. In an hour, he has managed to finish a total of three hats. You had nothing else to cut, so you scooted closer and started assembling yourself.

"Come on, only six to go," you encouraged him.

He begrudgingly sat up again and grabbed one of the paper sheets to roll it into a cone. "This is so boooring. And your music is all old and sad."

You refrained from answering, instead opting to make conversation.

"How are you guys liking the new neighborhood?" You ask. You really wanted to inquire more about their family dynamic, but figured you weren't close enough yet.

"It's... nicer than our last place," he says. "It's safer, you know. There's kids playing outside and shit."

You nod.

"And you have some pretty nice neighbors." He looks at you confused. "I hear they will make you coffee even if you're annoying."

He scoffs. "In exchange for physical labor!"

"Oh, come on, it's putting double-sided tape on paper stars."

"It's abusive," he retorts, yet keeps on taping the stars on.

"It's for your brothers, don't you want to give them a cute birthday?" You ask with a playful tone.

"Of course I do! What I don't understand is why YOU are so invested in this if Lucifer isn't even paying for it."

He looks at you expectantly. After a few seconds pass by and it doesn't seem like he will relent, you stop to think. He is right, you have no stakes in this. So what if the kids don't have a nice cake and personalized decorations, it doesn't affect you. And it's not like they would have nothing. A lukewarm birthday party has never killed anyone. So why even bother? You would like to pretend you didn't know the answer.

"Heeeey!" He snaps his fingers a few times. "I'm serious, why are you so invested in this?"

"Because of your brother."

"Belphegor or Beel?" He asks, looking confused.

"Lucifer..." You admit.

"What? Why? It's not his birthday."

"It's not but this matters to him," you drop the finished Ursa Minor party hat into the box with the rest.

"How do you know that?" He insists.

"Because he looks so fucking sad!" You explode on his face. He backs up a little. "Sorry..."

"What do you mean sad?..." He asks in a smaller voice than before.

You take a deep breath.

"He looks so sad whenever he can't give you guys something you want, I can tell he feels bad," you say, putting into words a thought you've had since the day you met. "I know this is important for him, so I want to help him out."

Mammon stays silent, staring holes into you. After a few moments, he grabs the hat he was working on and keeps going. You both work in silence until they are all done.

"Well, you probably should get going now that we're done," you said, standing up.

He nods and follows you downstairs to the door.

"Thanks for the help, you can come back for your late tomorrow when the café is open." You hold the door open for him.

He nods again, but stays still, thinking. Finally, he turns to you.

"Thank you…" he says. You tilt your head, confused. "For caring for him, I mean. I try to, we all try to care for each other but, you know. He's the oldest and I guess we all expect him to care for us, so it's nice to know someone cares for him."

He quickly walks away, leaving you speechless at the doorway.

Feeling decent now. I tried something new with the writing in this one. Let me know if you like it.

Thanks for reading!

#dividers by @cafekitsune #OB!HumanAU #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#obey me nightbringer #om! shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader #obey me mammon #obey me! mammon #om! mammon #shall we date mammon

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ladylooch · 1 year

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hi babe!!!! could you possibly do one where the readers being really towards nico? maybe while they’re out with friends or in public or something? she’s just trying to love on him 🥹 or nicos being clingy towards her!!! 🥹💗 thank you sooo much!!! your fics are the most adorable things ever

A/N: Okay, I went back and read your request after I wrote this and was like… TBH, I read this a little different than you wrote. Mostly just the publicness of it. But I think it’s sweet and fluffy and hits the notes you were going for. Thank you for the request!

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: smut if you squint LOL. I actually think I wrote something without swearing. WHERE IS MY GOLD STAR!?

It’s late when you return to Newark from your Devils girl’s trip out to the West Coast. You were supposed to be back, in Nico’s arms, hours ago. You can’t help but feel grumpy about that while saying goodbye to the pack of WAGs. Everyone is splitting off in different directions whether catching a ride from their significant others, heading to the bathroom, or grabbing a cab together to the same neighborhood. Nico is waiting for you. He already texted you that he was by the Dunkin’ just outside of baggage claim.

When you come down the escalator, you grin at him slumped forward on a bench, arms resting on his large thighs, hat hanging low. The airport is pretty much closed for the night so he stands out. Honestly, he’s so gorgeous he would even if it was bustling. His AirPods are in and you can see his mouth moving. A quick check of your Apple Watch makes you gather he’s likely talking to his parents. No one else is awake right now if they don’t have to be.

“Ich muss gehen. Dich lieben.” He says, standing as you approach. His lips pull into an excited grin. “Baby!” He greets, leaning down to press a long, welcoming kiss against your mouth. His hands wind around your waist, lifting you off your feet and into his chest. “Mmm, I missed you.”

“Hi Neeks.” You muse, placing loving kisses on his lips, soaking up his warmth. His brown eyes glitter, only caring to focus on your face.

“You look good. Relaxed.” He notes, setting you back down.

“I feel relaxed.. minus all the travel trouble.” It all seems like minor inconveniences now that you can feel Nico’s hand slipping into yours. He takes the handle on your rolling suitcase so your only job is to walk next to him to the car.

“Yeah that sucked. I was getting frustrated for you.” He shakes his head. “I mean six extra hours at the airport? Woof.”

“Yeah I had a nice buzz going by the time we got on the plane. I even slept for a couple hours.”

“Wow! Practicing for Switzerland this off season, yeah?” You laugh, nodding. You are so looking forward to that with him.

Nico places your suitcase in his car and soon you are on your way back to your apartment. Nico’s fingers slide into yours, bringing your hand to his mouth.

“I missed you so much, babe.” He whispers against your skin.

“Missed you too.” You murmur back to him, turning to watch him while he drives. His face has a bit of stubble and his hair is hidden by a black baseball cap. He chews on his bottom lip, watching the traffic in front of you. He sneaks a few peeks of you every so often, grinning each time your eyes meet.

“Tell me everything. What is the hot goss? Is there pipping hot tea?” You know he is making fun of you. But you missed him so much, you’ll let it slide.

The rest of the ride home is spent chatting about the trip and the various activities and events we participated in. Most of them included indulgence on food and wine. The Airbnb was incredible with so many rooms and spaces to hang out. Plus, a really beautiful, secluded pool and hot tub area.

“So basically, you missed me when you were sleeping?” He jokes, placing a hand on your lower back as he unlocks the door to your apartment.

“Yes, and when I was super, wine drunk.”

His laugh electrifies your body.

“Yeah I remember that FaceTime call.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you. You cringe, red filling your cheeks at the awful strip tease you gave him.

“I’m hungry. Do we have any food here?” You ask as he wheels your suitcase down to your room.

“Uh… No.” His airy laughter flows down the hall. Nico is not the grocery shopper in this relationship.

“Okay.” You take a peek in the fridge and then the pantry, finding enough ingredients to make Kraft Mac and Cheese. You put water in the pot, letting it come to a boil.

“You gonna share that with me?” He asks, gliding his hands around your body to rest against your stomach. His back warms you through your shirt as he kisses all along your covered shoulders. His hands begin to travel. First to your hips, then down your thighs and back up. His touch has electricity buzzing in your body.

“Babe, I need a little space.” You mutter after testing a noodle and finding it ready.

“No.” He sighs into your back, nuzzling his nose there.

“You’re going to get a monster if you don’t let me eat.” You warn lightly. Nico knows you’re a completely different person when you’re hungry and steps aside so you can separate the noodles and boiling water. His hands are back on you when you return to the stove top. Nico helps by putting in the butter while you measure the milk out. He cringes as you shake the cheese pack in.

“It’s a disgrace to call that cheese.”

“Probably, but it gets the job done.” You stir it all together, mouth watering at the sight and smell of the cheesy, nostalgic goodness. You dish yourself up a bowl and Nico who says he wants to at least try it before calling it trash to your face.

“Okay, this kinda slaps tho?” He says it questioningly, thick eyebrows drawing together in confusion, slowly chewing his first bite.

“It’s the best. I don’t know how it works, but it hits different as an adult.” Nico devours his bowl, then slides you across the couch to finish your bowl resting against his chest. He flicks the TV on, putting on The Kardashians. You look over your shoulder at him.

“Wow….” You trail off, pausing to take another bite of mac and cheese. You run your tongue along the front of your teeth. “It’s almost like you want something from me tonight.”

“Dying for it. Literally.”

“I’d say your chances are about 90%.”

“Okay… I like those odds. But, how do I get to 100%?”

“Hm.” You contemplate, pushing some more noodles around your bowl. “I think I need a massage.” Nico sits up, eager to please. His hands come to your shoulders, immediately rubbing the tense muscles. “And maybe let your hands wander a bit.” You shrug as you delicately chew another bite of food. “And I think I need ice cream after this.”

“So many things.” Nico groans. “You know I can bring my chances to 100% by myself, right?”

“How so?” You ask, scooping up another bite. It pauses right before your mouth when he pulls you back flush with his body and begins to bite gently all along your collar bone. You look down at the remaining golden noodles and say goodbye.

Suddenly, you have better things to put in your mouth.

#Nico hischier #nico hischier fic #nico hischier x reader #hockey writing #NHL fan fiction #my writing #writing request #New Jersey devils #nj devils

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saradika · 9 months

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— WASTELAND, BABY

x. not an end, but the start of all things that are left to do

[masterlist] | [part ix]

boba fett x f!reader

rated E - 2.8k

tags: fallout au, post-apocalyptic, canon-typical themes, soft smut and feelings

a/n: the end! So hope you enjoyed this little journey! 💖

You learn and grow as time ticks down - but you never once forget.

With the help from Mos Espa, the Pika Oasis flourishes.

Each time you visit, the limits of the small city have grown - creeping out like ivy. Collecting others, as it slowly spreads. As it slowly thrives.

Houses rebuilt - now standing strong.

Those crops so carefully planted and cultivated now sprout up under the care of the settlers. Tall fields of gleaming razorgrain, the reaching branches of the growing muttfruit trees.

Finding a way, after the world had nearly ended.

It follows you, back to Mos Espa.

The streets are familiar now. Those connections with the people there growing. You make plans. Have friends. Even more than that.

It's what sends you out into the Wastelands. Sometimes with others, sometimes alone - even though it makes them, him, worry.

Looking for others, like you. An urge to shepherd them to safety.

It doesn't always go well - you now know just how uncomfortable the sting of a stimpak can be, the racking shivers that come from radiation sickness - but you've grown in the time that has passed.

The holster at your hip becomes more comfortable. Piecing together your own protection - thick molded leather. A new, long coat that fits you. Your blue Vault suit worn underneath, a personal symbol of what you’ve endured and survived.

A link to how you’ve come to find your voice.

Picking your way across dirt paths and broken buildings. Finding families, huddled around fires. Crouching down as you draw a map in the dust for them, telling them of a place where they can stay for a while, or even longer - if they wanted.

Sending them somewhere where they’ll be looked after.

And then, one day - after all your searching - you think someone finds you.

The morning doesn’t feel any different. You hadn't even gone that far, compared to some other trips. The morning and afternoon spent wandering under the sun, before you finally turned around to make your way back to the city before nightfall.

Glancing down at your Pip-Boy to check the road ahead - looking up to see a figure standing alone, in the middle of the path. The glitter of dark eyes peeking over a shoulder.

Gloved hands spreading wide - their voice carrying easily over the distance.

"We've been looking for you."

The hands reach up and lower the dark hood, revealing a man with dirty blond hair.

A wry smile on a face that feels just friendly enough that your hand doesn't immediately twitch towards your holster, "You're... not easy to find."

But still, you are cautious. You are a nobody.

The thought that anyone would be looking for you is disconcerting, even if that person looks as unarmed as they do. Though you suppose they could be hiding a weapon beneath the black cape that matches their dark clothes.

You cup your hands around your mouth, your voice carrying, "Why me?"

The stranger takes a step closer, and then another. Their gait is casual, though their steps are slow. Bringing himself close enough that you can see his companion - something small. Long, green ears that have you frowning.

Unusual... even after everything you've seen.

"There's rumors of a Wanderer, that brings home lost souls," He tells you - close enough now that you can see how his hair ruffles in the wind. That his eyes are blue, and friendly, "This one has been separated from his father."

At "this one", he reaches to pull the figure that huddles behind him. Lifting it from a carrier he wears on his back, bringing it around to hold him against his chest, like he would a child.

You haven't seen anything like it.

Cute in a funny kind of way - green, all over. Wrinkles, though he's so small and seems so young. Dark eyes above a tiny nose as he turns to peek at you - letting loose a squeal that makes you feel certain that he understands.

"Where is his father?" You're unable to help asking. Drawn to it, as you find yourself stepping closer. None of the alarm bells ringing in your mind, like when you run into raiders, or sense there might be a trap.

It's just you, and them.

"Last I heard, he is in Mos Espa." The Stranger tells you, as the Child's head tilts up to look at him.

Your head shakes, almost reluctantly, "I’m sorry. I haven't seen anyone like him in Mos Espa."

Wanting to help if you could, but it's the truth. You would have remembered.

He laughs, then.

"His father is a Mandalorian."

For the shortest of seconds, you think he means Boba. A weird sort of jolting flip in your stomach, the thought of a child that your lover had never once mentioned.

And then it's crashing over you - the realization making your eyes widen.

"You're Grogu." You murmur, "Aren't you?"

Din's son. The one you had heard so much about. The one that you knew was missed so fiercely. That he had to let go, because he believed it was the safest path.

The Child turns your way at the name. Cooing, as an arm wiggles. Affection flooding through you as the gap between you closes. His little claws close around your fingers when you reach for him, giving his hand a little shake.

"I do know your dad." You confirm now, with a smile, "He talks a lot about you, you know that?"

Grogu smiles - the gleam of two tiny teeth above the split of his mouth. The Stranger, smiling too, as he carefully transfers the Child into your arms. Helping you fit on the harness, for when your arms grow tired.

But, it leaves you wondering.

"If you knew where his dad was, why didn't you just come to Mos Espa?" You ask the Stranger, "And why the return? I thought he was safe with you."

His smile is as cryptic as his answer, "He was, for a time. But I've taught him all he knows. This is the path he's chosen."

A pause, before he adds, "And as far as Mos Espa... I think it would be best for everyone if I don't make an appearance. Wouldn't want to upset the Daimyo."

Rubbing the Child affectionately between his ears, as your brain trips to catch up. Giving you a puzzle to put together later, as he dips down in a small bow before stepping away.

Leaving you with a phrase, spoken with reverence, "May the Force be with you."

The Child sits heavy in your arms, as he chatters at the Stranger - a goodbye, in his own way.

"Uh, thanks," You call after, bemusedly, "You, too!"

Leaving you to blink down at your new companion. A careful adjustment in your arms, as he clings to the strap of the pack.

"Well," You smile, "Let's go find your dad, okay?”

The trip back to Mos Espa is mercifully uneventful - though you're still on high alert, with your precious cargo.

Your nerves starting to settle as the ground becomes more familiar - as the peeks of the Palace and the high walls come into view against the rocky horizon.

You fill the space with idle chatter. Gesturing to things you notice, the Child content to babble in your arms, to point out his own observations. Seemingly aware, in spite of his small size and what you assume to be his young age.

Until you're finally passing through the gates that creak open at your arrival. Large eyes grow wider at all the sights and smells, as you pass through the marketplace.

You think you must pass a little too close to a stall, because by the time you track down Din - checking over some new cargo with Fennec - there's a small pastry clutched in his hand, his robe dusted with crumbs.

"Mando," You call - striding up to them with a smile, "Look who's here!"

He's distracted, a hum buzzing through his helmet as it tilts your way for a second, before his head is whipping fully around, with an "oh!"

Arms going wide on instinct to catch the Child, as he seems to spring from your arms. Your own little shriek as he propels himself forward, colliding with Din's armor, burrowing against his chest, the space filled with his tiny chattering.

"Okay, little guy," Din is telling him - in a voice full of so much wonder and pride it makes your chest ache, "I'm happy to see you too. I didn't know when I'd see you again."

The emotion feels intimate, private enough that you start to move away, before his gloved hand brushes your elbow. Stopping you, mid-step.

“Thank you.” Din tell you, in that same voice. Making a space for you, in this family they’ve patched together.

It's a bright spot in the long week - a moment of joy to treasure among the long hours. A much-needed reunion brings all four of you close together, and even Fennec is unable to help going in.

"Been a while," Her fingers ruffle his ears, as the Child coos, "Glad you're back home."

Her smile and glance your way makes you think she means both of you. Her words are something you tuck inside your heart and your mind. How far you've come, since that day you had stumbled in.

There's the tilt of a head then, tiny hands against the Beskar as the Child tilts his head up. Flashing one last tiny-toothed smile skywards.

"Yeah," Din breathes out, with a soft chuckle, "I missed you too, buddy.”

And you find yourself thinking, that if you could see his face… he'd be smiling.

The breeze from the open window is cool against your skin. Those summer days bleeding into a chilly fall, then a dark and icy winter.

Spring has been creeping in, pushing through the frozen earth. Those days of being kept inside fading to morning and afternoons with a new appreciation of the sun.

“How many days?” Boba murmurs in your ear, his voice low and rough with sleep.

It’s become routine. He doesn’t ask every day. Sometimes it’s once a week. Once a month.

Your head tilting towards the Pip-Boy sitting on the bedside table in his - now, your - room. Fingers tapping at the display, until the black and green screen flickers to life.

“1342.” You tell him, before you’re rolling over to face him, fingers brushing bare skin.

Little over three and a half years left.

He hums, in the early morning light. A stretch as his hand flattens across the small of your back, pulling you flush against him.

It surprises you each time - has you wondering why he asks. At first it had been both touching and confusing. Not expecting him to remember that little conversation, those months ago.

Even if it had meant the world to you.

And then, you had just rolled with it. Thinking that perhaps he will want to go with you. You hoped that he would.

But this morning, you find yourself you asking him.

“What makes you ask?” His eyes crack open as your thumb smoothes against the scar on his bicep. The healed mark still pink from the Pika Oasis, the shot that had just grazed him, “The rooms have been marked off for weeks.”

They’re warm and brown and you lose yourself in their depth for a long moment, unable to keep the smile from your face. He’s softer in the morning light - a sight that’s only just for you.

You’re still not tired of it, and you hope you never will be.

“What?” You ask, when he doesn’t answer - when he just holds that eye contact.

He laughs then, a broad hand coming up to cup your face. The pad of his thumb smoothing across your cheek.

“You must know.”

His words are a low, careful rasp. A tenderness aching in your chest, as your heart seems to flutters. Beating against your ribs, as your fingers wrap around his wrist.

You must know that if it’s important to you, that it’s important to him. That he asks because it makes you happy. Because ever since the beginning, he’s liked looking after you. Being the armor that wraps around you, that keeps you safe.

You must know that he feels the same.

The sound you make is ragged, as you close that little gap between you. Smiles meeting before lips press together.

A quiet rumble in this throat before he’s rolling on top of you. Admiring, for a moment - the way you’re nestled beneath him. Looking at home, happy, in his room, in his bed.

How far, things have come. Your old memories feel like a lifetime ago, rose-colored and hazy. But world now doesn’t seem so grey - there’s green, now. Weaving into the muted shades and bringing life to all it touches.

And with that touch, there’s a sense of knowing. Not just in the intimate way he moves - hooking your thigh around his waist. In the way he knows how much you can take, fingers slipping between your thighs as you sigh into his neck.

It’s in the way your fingertips map his skin, the marks now memorized as you had learned some of the stories. A late night as he had opened up - as you find out about the liberation of a sister and friends of the Stranger in the Wasteland.

How Boba had been young and so full of vengeance then, how it had led to him being trapped in the nest of a Mireluck Queen - one of those creatures you had heard about in the Pika Oasis. The acid burning his skin, until he had finally been able to escape.

How the Tuskens had found him, after. Brought him back from the brink of death. Another small connection, now making sense.

It may had been known throughout the Wasteland - but there’s a sense of trust in the way he tells you. Something you think about, as your lips move to press against each one.

A rough groan breaking the soft silence, when he finally sinks himself into you. Never growing tired of the feeling of taking you apart, the way you always wrap so warmly around him.

The slow, now familiar build as his breathing hitches, as your fingers make new marks against his skin. Winding tight until you’re breaking in his arms, his name a soft sob on your lips.

And he follows, so soon after.

The early mornings pass slowly, like this. Your mind straying, but always coming back.

Because you no longer only dream about the artificial life created while you slumbered. Now, the people who fill your thoughts at night how include the ones that you spend your days with.

But you never once forget them. They are never far from your mind, as the time slowly ticks down on your wrist.

Days bleeding into weeks, and then months. And then longer.

And as that time passes, you make the journey out to check on them. Back to the Vault - its location still marked so carefully on your map, and now another thing you know by heart.

Tracing your way back to where it had all began, no longer afraid of what you might find in the Wasteland.

Realizing just how small that vault was - that nest of drab, connecting rooms - as your hand flattens against the glass where they sleep. Checking on them, making sure they're still okay.

Murmured promises that you repeat - hoping that somehow, they just might hear.

At a place now, where you can process that fury that stemmed from realizing that the Vault had been treated like an experiment.

A death sentence that surely someone had recognized - an idle entertainment from the ones in charge to see what would happen when a world of then and a world of now collided.

You transform it into a tool. Letting the anger flow into your work, as you spend each day helping Mos Espa grow. That drive is the motivator that sends you out to look for others. Gathering them up and bringing them back to saftely.

Doing what Boba had done for you.

Building up others, encouraging them to do the same.

How you’ve come to love.

Because you’ll be damned if you let them win. You’ll show them how you’ve come to thrive, even in the Wasteland.

You'll be there the very second that that timer runs down - a friendly and loving face waiting on the other side. All this time, spent ensuring that they will have someone who understands.

Who can help them, in this new world.

But... until then.

Until then… and you think, even after.

No matter what.

You know you've found your home.

(THE END)

Again, thank you so much for everyone who checked this out, left a little note or lots of love - I noticed and adored every single one. This was so many firsts for me and you all made it such a fun experience!! Sending you lots of love and sincerely grateful and thankful thoughts. 💚💕 (And may do a one-shot or two in the future - thinking about Boba and Bluebird taking a little trip to Goodneighbor together? 👀👀)

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