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danceswithsporks · 8 months

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Hiiii, I'm dipping my toes nervously in the world of asks 🫣😂

I'd like to request "did you just kiss me to shut me up?" With Howzer (or Rex, if you have a preference)

Maybe Reader is rambling about something, getting lost in their thoughts. Maybe even building up some anxiety from overthinking? Or just sort of a special interest rant what ever tickles your fancy more. (Reader thinks they're annoying him)

GN reader if possible :)

Feel free to ignore if it's not up your alley and have a great day 🫶🏼

Motte! Thank you for dropping a request!! It always makes me so happy to se you pop up in my notifications!!

I hope I did your request justice with this! While it’s currently just Rex, I do have plans to add Baja Blast daddy Howzer in later! (I’ll tag ya when that happens)

Took so much for me not to go full fic length with this! It was such a cute idea!

“Did you just kiss me to shut me up?”

You stared at the smoking remains of your crashed starship. Debris had hit the thrusters and knocked you out of the sky. if not for Rex’s expert piloting skills, you’d be dead.

“Fuck, no one knows where we are and the comms are fried.” You chewed your lip nervously. A covert mission with very few knowing your destination and even fewer knowing the exact route you were taking. Those few being you and your captain.

Rex could see the panic beginning to settle into you. “Don't panic. I’m sure we can figure something out. Besides, General Skywalker was supposed to be following a day behind us.”

You quickly turned from the sizzling console in front of you, shock in your eyes. “You told him our route?” Only you two were supposed to know! When Rex shrugged and nodded you felt an anger boil within you. “How could you tell him without telling me? I know you don’t trust me as far as you can throw me but this was my mission. I was in charge! This was my chance to prove myself.”

“I was doing my job as a soldier. Making sure our commanding officer knew our route in case something like this happened.” His arms crossed with a humph before wincing slightly. It seemed he’d injured himself in the crash after all. Golden eyes checked to see if you’d noticed the way he’d grabbed at his shoulder and when he found a worried look on your face l, he knew you had.

“You're injured.” Rushing to the back of the ship, you managed to find and pull out the med pack that Kix had packed for you both. On top of medical supplies, there were also three days of rations within for emergencies.

“I’m fine, Commander.” He watched you carefully as you flitted around the ship looking for emergency supplies. Every time you found something you’d run it over to his feet and drop it before running back to the ship. Each time he tried to offer to help and you’d simply push him back into place. After a few minutes, you finally slowed and dropped the small crate that would house your emergency tent. “Commander, I’m fine.”

“Still, I’d rather take a look at it to be sure. Last thing we need is you being injured.” Until you were back on the Resolute and near a bacta tank all you had were some patches and spray. If a bone was broken or dislocated he’d be screwed. It took you a moment to configure everything so you could successfully carry the two bags and the tent crate. As well as having a free hand to grab firewood as you moved away from the crash site. “Let’s get someplace more secure then I’ll take a look.”

“Commander” his words were stopped as you shot him a glance that said ‘end of questions’ he decided to ask just one more. “At least let me carry something?” Rex held his hand out to you waiting for you to pass something over. When you shook your head and began to walk into the woods around you, he sighed and followed close behind. He tried his best to keep a close eye on the area around the both of you as you trekked through the woods, but your ass in your Jedi armor was just too damn sexy to ignore.

Months, it had been literal months since you joined the Resolute and he’d gotten his first look at you. You were everything he’d dreamed of. Kind, sweet, and caring with a heart far too pure for a war-torn galaxy like yours. You cared for his brothers and himself more than even General Skywalker and Ahsoka did and you always found time to relax in the barracks with all of them and chat or listen to their woes. You’d even given him advice on how to ask out the person he'd been crushing on without even realizing it was you. Rex chewed his lip as you stopped and bent over to pick up some wood. The way your ass looked in those pants was absolutely mesmerizing and he felt filthy just imagining you bent over in front of him naked.

He was such a confusing man. You constantly got feelings of adoration and desire from him whenever you were near one another and while you had been crushing on him since your first day with the 501st, it was hard to gauge where you stood with him. You’d helped him out when he’d asked for dating advice, even if it did kill you inside to know he was crushing on someone else, and you found him always joining you and the others in the barracks when you’d all relax with one another. But he’d never made a move or even a flirting comment to let you know his feelings. For all you knew he simply saw you as a friend or worse, a sibling. It was that thought rushing through your stressed-out mind as you stopped to pick up a few dry twigs for the fire that was suddenly interrupted by the intense feeling of desire coming from the clone. It had to be a mistake, perhaps you were simply reading the emotion wrong? A shudder ran through your body at the thought of you two naked and him holding you ran wild through your mind. How many dreams have you had in the last few months of that very scenario? Rex cleared his throat from behind you, pulling you from your dirty thoughts. “Everything ok?” You turned and stepped back over to him, looking him over for discomfort.

Stars, those eyes of yours were always so warm and welcoming to him. No matter the situation, he knew he could rely on them for comfort and understanding. “Y-yeah. Spotted a mountain peeking through those bushes, figured we might be able to find a cave or use it as a partial wall for protection.” He motioned in the direction he’d just mentioned, sure enough, the gray of a mountain could be seen through the lush greens and browns of the woods around you.

You balanced everything in your arms into one hand and used the force to move some of the debris and earth out of the way, revealing a small overhang at the base of the mountain. It wasn’t a cave, but it would be enough to build a barrier around and store the heat from your fire. “Nice eyes, Captain.” In both catching the mountain before you passed it and in color. Maker, how you adored the golden color of his eyes. How they reminded you of the warm sun in the early hours of the morning and the comfort of a hot cup of caf with cream. If you weren’t such a tip-yip when it came to flirting with him then you would have told him as much. But you were, so instead you just led the way towards the overhang.

It seemed secure enough and once the two of you set up the tent and a barrier generator, it was perfectly safe. It took you moments to get a fire started and with that settled you turned your attention to Rex. “Alright, armor off.” You’d already shed your robes and sat in your base layers next to the fire. Beside you, the med kit sat open and ready for use and the warmth of the fire beckoned him to join you. “Promise I’ll be gentle.”

Rex swallowed the lump that had been forming in his throat as he carefully reached up to unlatch the pauldron on his left arm, the armor clattered to the dirt ground with a thud before he attempted to unlatch the right side. But the pain in his shoulder was too much and he winced in pain. It was definitely sprained if not dislocated.

“Here, let me help.”

He froze at the gentle sound of your voice as you carefully stepped around the fallen armor. You stared at him with those caring eyes, asking for permission to touch his armor and him. Rex nodded slowly and inhaled as your fingers carefully ran over the pauldron looking for the latch.

You thankfully knew what you were doing thanks to Fives and Echo showing you how the armor worked. It took only a moment for you to find the latch and once you did the armor clattered to the ground at your feet. A few more latches and the chest plate followed suit. Soon he was standing before you with just his lower armor on and his black top. “I’ll need to remove this.” You tugged at his shirt to make it clear what you meant. Rex stared at you for a moment as if lost in his thoughts before nodding and moving his good arm to pull the shirt off. You had every intention of helping him but between the sight of him easily reaching behind his neck with one hand and pulling off the shirt, and the thickness of the air that hung between the two of you, it was impossible to move.

Fuck, he was so much more handsome than you could have ever expected. Sure, you’d seen Fives and the others topless at the swimming arena in the Coruscant barracks, but never Rex. He’d always made himself sparse when it came time to swim. You had no clue why he would be so shy when he was stunning to look at. The muscles that rippled and covered his body were almost intoxicating and the many scars that covered it just made him even more beautiful. It was him clearing his throat that made you realize you were staring. You quickly shifted your eyes to his shoulder in hopes of playing off what had just happened as just general concern, you truly hoped it worked.

Your eyes fell on the already bruising shoulder and you made a worried face. “That doesn’t look good.” You reached down quickly and took his hand, leading him to the fire.

Rex nearly collapsed at the feeling of you touching him and helping with his armor, as soon as you’d tugged on his shirt his knees had felt like jelly. He’d done so well avoiding you seeing the scars that littered his body, worried that you’d find them repulsive. You weren’t like that though and he knew you weren’t like that, but even still he worried. So he’d always find an excuse to avoid swimming with you and the boys, something he regretted every time because Kriff, he really wanted to be as near to you as possible. Rex didn’t hear a single word you said as you pulled him towards the fire, worry taking over your inquisitive features.

A hiss came from the clone captain as you carefully ran your fingers over the injured shoulder. “I’m sorry.” You chewed your lip in worry as you pulled out a portable scanner and ran it over his shoulder slowly. A long sigh left you as you took in the results. “Your shoulder is dislocated.” Turning the device so he could see, you began to think about how to fix this.

“You’ll have to set it then.” He’d tried to say it with as calm a face as possible but he knew the pain could be immense. Looking at you, he found your face filled with shock and worry. “Hey, I know you can do this.”

“It’s going to hurt like hell and Kix didn’t pack any pain reliever of that level.” He’d only packed the basics. “You could potentially black out from the pain alone.” And for you to be the cause of that pain? You hated to even think about it.

“Rather be in pain for a moment than the three-day minimum it’ll take for them to track us.” That’s if the mayday transponder was broadcasting. If they missed you two then it could be even longer. “I trust ya, Commander.” He reached over and squeezed your hand gently while nodding reassuringly to you.

Oh, he was dead serious about you doing this! A lump you hadn’t even realized was in your throat was swallowed as you nodded back. “O-ok.” Kriff you were gonna do this. “I-if you pass out. I’ll never forgive you for leaving me alone here for even a moment.” You stood and repositioned yourself behind him. “Here, lay back.” Grabbing one of your robes, you threw it down so his head wouldn’t be in the dirt. “I need you to lay flat.”

“I won’t leave ya alone. I swear.” He swallowed at the feeling of your hands on his bare shoulder while you guided him down to the ground. “Sounds like ya know what your doin'.” Man, he really hoped you knew what you were doing.

“I’ve read about doing this, but never attempted it myself.” Your eyes slid away from his and looked around for something to bite down on. “Here” you pulled your holster over and discarded the contents unceremoniously before passing it to Rex. “But down on this.” The last thing you needed was his screams of pain drawing any unneeded attention.

“I can’t, not on that. You said your master gave that to you before she died.” He’d very clearly remember that story, like he did with every tale you told them.

He’d remembered that? Oh, your heart fluttered so much. “Yeah. But I can always get a new one. Can’t get a new you.” Before he could remark, you slid the leather into his mouth. “Tell me to stop if it becomes too much.”

The redness creeping across your cheeks was downright heart-stopping. You were flirting with him, weren’t you? Did that mean… his thoughts were ripped from him as you carefully moved his injured arm in small circular motions while keeping his arm leveled with his body, Rex fought the urge to scream as best as he could but it truly felt like you were ripping his arm off.

Tears burned your eyes as you continued to move his arm 90 degrees with his body. The little two-inch circles you were making worked to wiggle the joint back into its socket. You held your breath, waiting for him to tell you to stop but he continued to groan and scream through the pain. No longer were his warm and comforting golden eyes watching you, instead they were squeezed shut as he tried to stay conscious. “A-almost there.” If you did it right then as you lived his arm towards a 120-degree position you’d hear a…

*pop*

“That’s it!” You carefully returned his arm to resting over his stomach as you dove for the medic pack. You could have sworn there was a sling in there.

Rex felt like he was going to pass out and vomit at the same time from the pain. The excitement in your voice as you declared it in place was wonderful to hear down the long tunnel you seemed to suddenly be in. “G-great job, Mesh’la.” Rex groaned slightly as his good arm covered his eyes, the darkness pulling at the corners. “Ya…did..it.”

“Mesh’la?” Echo had told you about these terms of endearment after Jesse had called you cyare. But to hear Rex actually call you that had nearly knocked you out! That had to mean he liked you like you liked him! Turning back to him with the sling in hand, you let out a shriek as you realized he’d passed out. “Rex? Rex!”

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It was dark by the time Rex had come to, his arm now secured in a sling and his head propped on a bundle of your robes. “Commander?” He sat up quickly and looked around for you, finding you close to the fire with your knees pulled up to your chin. When you didn’t look at him he worried that he’d upset you by passing out after saying he wouldn’t. He hadn’t meant to, it seemed with everything that had happened that day his body was just done.

Hearing his voice after you’d finally calmed yourself down was like the sweetest thing ever. But at the same time, it wasn’t, for it meant facing the anger that was inside you at him. He’d assured you he wouldn’t leave you alone and yet he’d passed out for four hours! How could you not be mad? “How are you feeling?” Your voice was void of any emotion as you walked over to him and checked the sling. “Any more pain?”

“No. Just dull.” The way you avoided making eye contact with him stung. He’d essentially promised you he wouldn’t and yet he had, you had every right to be upset with him. Reaching up, he took your hand in his and tried his best to meet your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Does it feel cold? Hot?” You slid your hand from his and tapped at the hand in the sling. “What about this?” You fought the urge to cry and yell at him bubbling within you.

“Commander.” Rex tried to get your attention once more.

“If it’s cold then you’re losing circulation and I may have pinched something.”

“Commander, please.”

“But if it’s getting hot then there may be an infection starting. But I did give you an antibiotic stem so that shouldn’t be the case.”

Rex sighed as you continued to ramble on, ignoring him. He’d seen you like this one other time when Hardcase had injured himself trying to play a prank on Jesse. You’d become so focused on taking care of him that it had taken them nearly an hour to focus once more. “It feels fine.”

“The bruising has started to diminish a bit and I’m not seeing any swelling so that’s a good sign.” You tried to ignore the way his fingers on his injured hand wrapped around yours. “Oh good, you have movement there,”

“Please, look at me.”

“I went through our rations while you were out. Seems if we take our time we should have enough to last a week.” You motioned across your little campsite to the tent crate that now held those rations. “Tomorrow I can go look for a freshwater source and then maybe we could f-“

Your words were cut off by his lips against yours. Everything seemed to spin and explode at the same time as his lips continued to press and rub against yours. You melted into the kiss while your hand found his cheek and you held him close. This was happening! He was kissing you! Your Captain Rex was kissing you right here and now. It lasted for a mere minute but it felt as though it had been an hour. A whine left you as he pulled away to check on you.

“I’m sorry. But you wouldn’t stop…” Rex was cut off by your hand going up to stop him while your other one hovered by your lips in surprise.

“D-did you kiss me to shut me up?” Was that all it had been? A way to shut you up? Honestly, you’d do it again just for the same outcome. But you’d never tell him that.

“You were spiraling like that time with Hardcase.” His good hand held your cheek gently while his thumb ran across your smooth skin. “I’m sorry for passing out.”

So he’s done it to get you quiet so he could apologize. “Oh. It’s…it’s ok.” It seemed so meaningless to be upset by something he clearly couldn’t control. “I’m just…glad your o…”

“Can I kiss you again?” The words left Rex before he could even think about them.

“Please.” Came out like a needy little whine that made your cheeks flare. “I mean, yes. I-I’d like that.”

“Really?” Rex felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. You wanted him to kiss you again.

“Oh, Rex. Of course, I do. I’ve wanted you to kiss me for months.” Might as well let the loth cat out of the bag fully. “I've just…never been brave enough to say something.”

“That’s the first time I’ve heard you just call me Rex and not Captain.” And oh how he loved the sound of his name on your lips. You admitted how long you’d wanted him to kiss you and with a chuckle, he shook his head. “I’ve been wanting to for months. But I didn’t know how to even begin. That’s…why I asked for your advice.”

Now it all made sense. He’d been talking about you when he mentioned liking someone who lit up his world. “I…light up your world?”

“Stars, Yes. Whenever you smile, or laugh or hells just look at me!” Rex leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours once more, excited to feel you part your lips and allow him in.

His tongue danced with yours and you saw actual stars. He tasted like everything you’d hoped for. So sweet and filled with eager affection. You hummed happily and wrapped your arm around his neck carefully, pulling him close. You chuckled into his lips as so many things became clear now that you knew he had crushed on you.

Were you really laughing right now? Rex pulled away and smiled at you sweetly as he brushed his finger across your cheek.”What's so funny?”

“When I found that pack of Chandriian butter cookies on my bed, that was you, wasn’t it?” He smirked at you and your heart fluttered. “I had a feeling.”

Rex shrugged as he thought back to that day. “You said to give them something they enjoyed. You’ve constantly talked up those cookies. I knew I couldn’t go wrong with them.” He reached over and tilted your chin up toward him. “I hope you enjoyed them.”

“I did. Now that I know who gave them to me, I can thank you properly.” Moving for him, you pressed your lips against his once more and savored the way he smiled into you. His good arm wrapped around your back and held you close. Your head swam with feelings of delight and desire as he rubbed your side gently. “So much I’ll be thanking you for.”

“Then let me thank you first.” When you raised an eyebrow at him, he chuckled. “For saving my arm, my men and myself. Before you joined us, life was surprisingly dull. Even with Skywalker as our General. But you gave us something to look forward to. You always tell the men the sweetest stories and listen to all of their woes. Thank you, Mesh’la, for being so wonderful.” He peppered a few kisses against your lips as he spoke and thanked you.

“Perhaps we’ll be saying thank you to one another until they rescue us.” For you too had so much to thank him for.

Rex smirked at the idea. “Then let’s get started now”. Leaning down he pulled you carefully into another kiss. He’d kiss you every moment of every hour, of every minute until you were saved and so much longer after

#clone wars fic #captain rex #captain rex x reader #captain rex x you #fic request #mina writes things

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the-slasher-files · 8 months

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SLASHER FILES' BLOOD FEST: WEEK ONE

SAVED FOR THE DEVIL

MICHAEL MYERS

Prompts: FIRE. WOUND(S). SUBURBS. BONDAGE

Keywords: ACRID. MALIGNANT

You were finally home. Back to comfort. Safety. You just wish you could stop the shaking.

It was your first night at home alone without the help of your best friend. They had work the next day, and it was time to get back to some sort of normalcy, even for yourself. But you couldn't stop the memories and waves of violent anxiety. Every twist and turn, trying to melt into your couch, it only made your body ache more. The gash on your thigh grew warm with irritation, stitches throbbing and your muscles would tense with a deep, tight pull.

This wasn't how you were supposed to spend your week off.

You take a moment to collect your equilibrium once you raise yourself off the cushions; Hesitating, eventually opting out of grabbing your crutches and slowly, you move out the front door. You just needed some air.

Limping down the wooden steps with clinging hands against the railing, you were thankful no one was ever out around this time of night. No one to gaze and pity you or ask about the accident. The corpse of your totalled motorcycle lay against the asphalt of your driveway, a mangled sore thumb within the so-called "perfect" suburb. But you knew all your neighbours just wanted gossip to spew behind picket fences of your "wild night out". At first, the suburb seemed warm, and safe, with lovely families and idealistic women, now, it just seemed creepy. Something like a maze of houses with monsters hiding in plain sight. Pointed roofs cast dark silhouettes against the midnight sky, mirroring the sharp jaws of a bear trap that kept you in place.

There was nothing but eerie silence around you, the cool breeze carried with it the acrid smell of singed plastic, motor oil and leaking gasoline. It twisted your stomach. Goosebumps arose on your flesh as memories flooded back; Blinding headlights, crushing metal, screaming brakes and your hands grasping at the metal trying to rip your leg apart.

Breathe. Breathe. You're safe.... safe.

The gentle squeal of your front door drew your mind back to the present. Your bare feet padded softly around the corner, seeing the front door open merely an inch that the wind could've pushed open. Odd, but not abnormal with the amount of pain pills still sitting within your veins.

Climbing the steps once more, you closed the door behind you. Taking in a deep breath, your body ached and shivered, restlessness eating at your very core, yet the exhaustion wanted to tear you down into the ground. 'Ice, medication and sleep' the doctors voice repeated.

"Ice, meds... Ice cream and sleep" You softly spoke to yourself with a slight delirious chuckle.

The dim led lights greeted your skin in a cool glow just as the cold graced it as well. It was all so normal— The gentle fog that rolled out, the soft burn of the ice pack once your fingers grabbed the ice pack. Normal until there was the cracking of your skull against the freezer door. Your wrist snapping between the gap, bones cutting like a blade through tendons and muscle, coating your skin in blood as your body fell lifelessly against the hardwood. It wasn't the headlights of a vehicle blinding you or the force of a 4000 pound piece of metal colliding with your figure, but your body flooded with agonizing terror all the same.

Reacting on instinct alone, a pure fight or flight to stay alive, your body twisted to your back so your eyes could gather the impending doom. A looming shape of death came from the shadows of your dark home. A reaper with a white unaffected face, boots heavy without fear of a sound, mythologically pounded towards you. Clambering back, clutching your broken wrist that was spilling out, malignant eyes stared down like a predatory ready to fest on his prey.

"P-please— I" Your voice caught in your throat.

Stuck mindlessly as the large boot pressed upon your chest. Ribs compressing down on your lungs, something caught his attention on the kitchen counter, and a bloody hand reached out. The flash of silver captured the low light from the fridge still hanging open, blood dripping down the plastic. Slowly, the man knelt down, a powerful leg in navy coveralls crushing your sternum, waiting until he heard the sick crack of bone drawing a blood-curdling scream from you. Thrashing, grappling and writhing, unable to move under the shadow above you. Your lungs hurt with every breath, burning and tasting copper as he just watched. Toying with your vital fear and raw emotions, watching you hopelessly settle to watch him back.

"What the fuck do you want from me?!" You screamed, no one would come to your rescue— Wouldn't dare to leave their cozy homes and search for the wounded within the black night.

With your wrists above you, laying lame on the hardwood floor, your yelling seemed to displease the shape. And within a matter of seconds, his large arm drew back and then hurled forward to slice a kitchen knife threw your hand. Pinning it. Before you could curl your other hand in defence, the man above repeated the action. Nerves, tendons, muscles and bones all set ablaze in the sight of the beast, he tilted his head curiously. A sick enjoyment.

His breathing could be heard beneath the mask and over your pounding heart. He was labored bearing witness to your struggle, and it was not in sympathy.

Your crimson ran hot, forming a puddle and tangling within your messy hair. Stretching out his arm, he grabbed another blade from within the knife block and finally released his knee from you. He had you exactly where he wanted, pinned in a sick way of bondage to do whatever he pleased. The searing pain from your hands travelled all the way up your arms, forcing you not to move, just crying and feeling every broken breath that you took.

Begging softly between cries, they fell on deft ears as the man gazed over your body. It was as if he was enamored by you if he could even feel those emotions. But the man was just looking for another reason to keep you alive a little longer, and he found that reason.

A thick finger, oddly gentle, coasted along the fresh wound on your plush thigh. Stitches raised, skin still raw. It pulls a lamentable whine from you, raising your knees with the instinct to protect yourself from a vile predator. And you swear you hear the man above give a quiet 'hush' as he tilts his head in curiosity.

"Don't, please" You try and beg again, twisting your body in any futile attempt. "...I won't tell anyone, I promise"

The massive blood-soaked hand trailed up, knife within his dangerous grasp. Sharp, deadly, he grazed the blade across your cheek, almost as if it was a gentle caress— He followed the flexed tendons of your anatomy. Jaw, throat, and playing at your collar bone. The man was curious. A sick young dog let loose to play god and have his own fascination piqued with blood and torture.

Your chest rose and fell in quick succession before arching in anguish, having the knife drive home into youe jugular. The beast above had hooked his blunt fingers in your stitches and tore the flesh apart again. You wished you could let out the scream you wanted, but blood came like a tidal wave, washing the tubes of your throat. It would drown you as he pushed the knife further.

Leaning down, the man grasped your jaw to see him, making sure your last dying moments were spent gazing the devil in the eye. Like a religious figure on pinned to the cross, you died under his torture. In the safety of your own home. God saved you for the devil, your rightful death. Blood pouring in a halo, he left to become the shadows once more.

#my writing #Michael Myers #horror #slasher #sfbf23 #blood fest #slashers #x you #fanfiction #fandom #imagine #halloween

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attackonpaper · 1 year

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No Regrets

Levi Ackerman x reader

Levi and I made a promise long ago… No regrets.

- Angst - Slow Burn - Fluff

Part 1 / Part 2

"Lan's been having trouble with his leg, I think we should help him." Furlan suggested and I took note of it nodding in agreement.

"I'll see if I can get those meds. One of you will have to hit right here, draw the attention from the medical bay." I said.

"I don't know if that's a good idea." Levi stepped in, "That place is the most guarded. What happens if you get caught?"

"I can't tell you that." I looked up at him, "But, I won't let myself go down easy."

"Are you sure you can't wear these?" Levi gestures to the gear I was buckling Isabelle into.

"You know I'm not very good at these things in the air." I gave Isabelle a small pinch to her cheek causing her to swat my hand away with a groan.

"Besides." I walked the few steps to Levi, tightening a strap on his chest, "I'm better on the ground. Easier to steal things while you lot make a commotion." I teased with a smile.

"Be safe." He said.

Levi glanced down and I could only dream it was to kiss me. Maybe later I could get one from him...

"I'm only as safe as you are." I smiled looking over at Furlan, "Furlan, do you need any help?"

"No, I think I got it this time." He gave a thumbs up tightening the laces on his shoes.

"Alright." I picked up my basket, "Let's go."

Isabel threw her fist towards the air before her and Furlan took off into the sky. Levi gave me one last glance and a nod, something he would always do before taking off. Now it was my turn to get myself together and steal as much as I could.

I walked through the market subtle at first as to not be caught. Buying a few items with coins at one stall while stealing from another. Small things of course, the bigger items would come after they would arrive. It was only a few moments and then I heard his whistle. It was time. A scream could be heard a few stalls down as they knocked over a basket of apples.

As everyone drew into a panic I was able to pick up three before the seller looked over and I began to pack the basket with jams, some meat, bread, and cheese from other stalls.

My next move was to get to the medical bay and wait for the signal but, after the given amount of time I was suppose to wait nothing had happened and I began to grow worried.

I hurried back to our meet up spot in a small alley way a few blocks away from the market. The minutes grew longer than I would have liked. It shouldn’t have taken them this long. I began pacing back and forth my heartbeat slightly racing.

Where were they? Are they okay? What if-

My racing mind was silenced as my little family of three landed in front of me. I was quick to drop the basket and run into Levi's arms.

"You're okay." I breathed out in relief as I felt his arms surround me in a hug.

Levi squeezed my waist when I pulled away to look over Furlan and Isabel to check for any injuries.

"I thought something horrible might of happened when I didn't hear the signal. Is everyone okay? What was it?" I asked.

Levi stepped forth, "I pulled us back. There were too many guards, it didn't feel right."

"Oh..." I breathed out a relieved sigh and smiled, "We're all okay and that's what matters." I picked up the basket of goods already seeing the excitement in each of their eyes, "Let's go home."

We were walking back home talking about what we could make for dinner. It was peaceful and calm, but happy as I carried the heavy basket on my hip. We were almost home before we heard a voice.

"Excuse me." A voice called out from the darkness and our laughter slowly died down.

Levi was quick to step up in front of us and I gently pushed Isabelle behind me. Furlan was to Levi's left, both holding a protective stance.

"What is it old man? Lose your cat?" Isabel spoke and I was quick to shush her.

"I need a job done." I watched the man close his pocket watch before I began surveying for any other possible threat.

"You sure you didn't get the wrong address? We aren't handymen you get to boss around." Farlan grinned.

"I assure you the pay will be good." That peaked my interest as I looked back towards the stranger. What kind of job is he talking about?

"Piss off." Levi's words were clipped and straight to the point as he continued to walk.

I nudged Isabel in front of me while we walked pass the man and up the stairs, glancing back every now in then just in case this was a trap and we'd all be dead in seconds from an ambush.

"I believe that I have already put in a deposit for your services." His back was still facing us and I couldn't help the chill of unease that ran across my back.

"What do you mean? What kind of deposit?" I stopped on the steps my eyes scrutinizing as I waited for an answer.

"You're kidding me, right? This is the first time we've met. What did you do? By us a bouquet of flowers?" Furlan scoffed clearly uninterested.

"I wouldn't lie, so as a token of your faith I'm sure you will recognize the gentlemen right over there." He looked over to where Lan suddenly appeared being carried over to a cart by another man I didn't recognize.

"Just who exactly are you?" I asked.

"Think of me as a friend with mutual interests for your benefit." Furlan stepped towards Lan in surprise and the mysterious man continued to talk, "His leg is impaired. His health is depleting. I doubt he would make it through the month without it being operated on in a hospital above ground. I am correct, am I not, Levi?"

I glanced at Levi worry shooting through me, "Levi?"

He looked at me and with a small shake of his head and I knew he didn't know who this man was either. So how did he know his name? Who was this stranger exactly?

I voiced my thoughts out loud, "You’ve been watching us for quite some time to know his name."

"I know all of your names." He answered vaguely.

"What do you mean?!" Furlan yelled his anger seeping through.

The man remained calm, "I'll repeat myself from before. That is our deposit for your set of skills. Now will you hear me out? Or will you watch your friends health decline?"

"Very well." Was Levi's curt reply as we were following the strange man.

Furlan stopped for a moment to watch Lan being put in a carriage. I knew he was worried for his friend. After Lan couldn't be seen any longer he caught up with the rest of us.

"You should go back. Take Isabel with you." Levi whispered quiet enough where the man wouldn't hear.

I shook my head tossing the thought away, "No, I won't leave you. We all stay together."

He gave me a sigh slowly down his stride a bit to reach over and run his thumb over my cheek bone, "So stubborn."

"Well I have you to blame for that." I replied cheekily.

He gave me a soft smile and I reached into the basket to hand him an apple, "You haven't eaten all day. We need you to have your strength for this."

"I'm strong enough." Levi said.

He took the apple anyways, taking a bite into the juicy fruit.

"You know what I mean." I rolled my eyes turning to my right to hand Isabel one too as well as Furlan.

"Where's yours?" Levi asked when I didn't reach back into the basket for myself.

"I could only grab three and I want to save the rest just in case." I lowered my voice so no one but, him would hear, "If this doesn't go the way we want it we'll at least have enough to get us through for a while."

"Here, eat some of this then." He handed me back his now half eaten apple but, I only shook my head no.

"I'm fine, I don't want to take from yours- Mmph." I was caught by surprise when the apple was suddenly shoved into my mouth.

He only rolled his eyes, "Bite."

My cheeks felt hot from the embarrassment and I bit down into the apple trying to hold the warm feeling in my stomach of finally eating. And maybe because of the way Levi cares so deeply in his own way. Our unspoken love speaks to us in actions, not words.

We walked up a flight of stairs, light hitting us at the end of the tunnel. After I blinked a few times I could finally make out a carriage being drawn by horses. The door to the carriage was already swung open and I could barely make out the shape of a man.

"Are these the ones?" His voice was gravely and deep that made me wish I was being buried by stones.

"Yes." The man who had confronted us early on and led us to this fated meeting spoke up, "I've heard great things about them. Seen them too."

"Who the hell are you." I watched Levi's stance. He was calm but, intimidating to both men. He only needed to give a look to make any man quake in fear.

"I understand your unease especially in these untimely circumstance but, you will learn to trust me after you hear what I have to say."

Levi only scoffed tilting his head in mock interest, "How so?"

"Just from the fact that I've contacted you personally proves my hand of friendship. I am risking quite a lot on my wellbeing and status just being here you know." He took a moment to take in a deep breathe as if this was tiresome for him, "Have you receive my deposit? I'm sure you were quiet pleased seeing your friend getting professional help for his leg. I bet he'll be walking on it better than before in no time at all."

Levi stepped in front of us taking a few steps towards them, "I don't know what you call it above ground, but it's called taking a hostage where we're from."

"It is just a small token to show that your reward will be adequate should you except this offer. Do you understand now? When you complete this job, not only will you be compensated heavily for your work and dedication, but..."

My breath held in my throat as I waited for him to finish. My hands gripping onto the basket even tighter.

"You will also earn the right to live above ground." The man stated.

That put a pause in all our steps.

Above... Ground?

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closed starter for @figuringxitxoutjcwhere: the wolf den when: february 16, sunrise

After he and Frankie were rescued, the pack had quickly turned to emergency protocols—everyone going in small groups to bring any pack members back to the Den until the crisis had passed. A glorified version of the buddy system, maybe, but now he was glad he'd insisted on it. All their more vulnerable members were safe, and those who were strong enough to help clear out the hunters were checking in regularly. Needless to say, he hadn't slept very consistently, starting awake every time he remembered why his body ached. Rest and relaxation didn't come easy to Nico at the best of times, and this certainly wasn't one of them. There had been some injuries, but no deaths. For now, that felt almost like a win.

As the sky outside lightened, Nico finished tidying his bandages and gingerly tested his ankle before deciding to be prudent and take a walking stick from beside the door on his way out. He was shrugging on his coat and strapping a med kit to his hip when he heard the crunch-crunch-crunch of footsteps coming up the path to the deck outside. He recognized the man's gait and opened the door before his second-in-command reached it. "Before you say anything, I want you to know that I passed all my own tests." He lifted the cane jauntily in one hand and gave him a pathetically shaky version of the ol' razzle dazzle, that probably would've brought Rohan to tears. "But I can't sit here doing nothing any longer." His expression darkened as he met JC's eyes grimly. "How's it looking out there?"

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littlepadika · 3 years

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uhm hello gorgeous flower, I couldn't sleep so I was thinking about this instead

💕pink 🎀 = Din

🌧petrichor/rain ☔️= love potion/sex pollen

and 🍄cottage core 🧚‍♀️ = innocence kink

But do it Dark, I've been thinking about him all week 😭

who HASN'T been thinking of dark!din??? Hehehe. I hope you can sleep well after this one Angel <3

500 follower celebration

Warnings: Dark!din, kidnapping, deception, sex pollen kinda, innocence kink, corruption kink, unprotected piv, 18+ only

Do not read if you don’t like dark characters

AN: Just wanted to say that I will never write rape however because of circumstances there is some coercion in this fic so do not read if that bothers you!

source: loridrabbles

The planet Din landed on today was the most beautiful you had seen so far. Lush green with a bright blue sky. The air smelled sweet. Din let you explore the area under his supervision. You picked flowers and looked for animals, but when it got time for him to go catch the bounty he locked you back inside. He still couldn't trust that you wouldn't run away from him.

An hour later you saw Din stumbling back towards the ship. Something was wrong... He was injured, clutching his stomach.

"Ad'ika?" He called for you urgently. His voice was not smooth and relaxed like usual and that scared you. He opened the ramp with the tap of a button but collapsed at the bottom.

"Mando! Are you hurt?" You ran down to him, tapping his shoulder. There was no movement. He was still breathing just passed out.

This was your chance. You could finally escape! You hesitated though. The hate you had for Mando had been getting weaker and weaker as the days became months. You should hate him but why? Your little brain couldn't remember. All he did was take you to pretty places, give you pleasure, take care of you. It seemed wrong to just leave him for dead.

You turned him onto his back with a huff, looking for the source of the problem. Was he bleeding out? Had he been bitten by something? You felt his pulse, Maker, he was burning up! You felt tears stinging your eyes as you looked down at his motionless body.

Little did you know all of this was just pretend. Din faked the whole thing wanting to see what you would do in this scenario. Would you run? He relished your worried tone and tears in your eyes. You really cared for him. It made him grow hard in his pants.

"Mando!" You shook his shoulder but Din continued to pretend to be passed out. You were about to run inside to get the med pack when you noticed his hard cock pushing up against the flight suit. You tentatively placed your hand over it. It was red hot, throbbing in your hand. Maybe he was hurt there, you thought.

Oh this is a surprise, Din thought.

You bit your lip, pulling his flight suit up against the beskar chest plate enough that you could pull his pants down. His cock jumped up against his stomach. It was hard and red. It looked bigger than usual. There was no blood or anything wrong.

You thought perhaps he needed to be inside you because that always made you feel better when your lower parts hurt. You pushed down your underwear and pulled up your dress. You weren't wet enough when you tried to sink down on his hard cock the first time. It hurt so you settled for rocking your pussy back and forth against him until you felt yourself also growing wet.

Din loved this turn of events. He willed his body to stay completely still. He bit back a dark chuckle as you sank down on his cock, gasping at the sensation. Such a good girl. His cock swelled further once inside of you. You could feel him punching your stomach. You tried to stay focused on making him feel better and not the pleasure coursing through your veins.

"Mando..." You whimpered as you rocked back and forth. "Please wake up!"

Din smirked behind the helmet and started thrusting up into you.

"Mando! You're awake. Are you okay?"

"Oh ad'ika. A pretty flower in the woods poisoned me. I'm in so much pain. But you're so smart. You figured out the cure." Din lied. "I have to cum inside of you or else I'll die."

"No!" You gasped in shock. "I don't want you to die! It's okay. You can cum in me." You braced your hands on his shoulders. "I just want you to feel better, Mando!" Din just chuckled darkly, his plan working.

He turned you over, making you squeal in surprise. He fucked into you hard and fast now, ready to rid himself of the fake poison.

"Mando... is it working?"

"Yes ad'ika. Yes! You're making me feel all better." Din smiled, keeping up the ruse. "Such a good girl. Smart girl. I thought you would run away. Leave me to die." He was being dramatic but he liked seeing your shocked little face.

"N-no! Never! I-could n-never leave you."

"Yes- you're mine. All mine!" The first torrent of cum came quickly. Din growled lowly, hunching over you. You gasped as you felt his seed flood your pussy, leaking out around it there was so much. Din relaxed but felt his cock hardening again, needing to keep fucking you. He pretended like the pain was coming back.

"Mando, what's wrong? Is the poison gone?" You asked, feeling him grow rock hard again.

"I need to fuck you again, ad'ika." He hiked you up onto his lap, keeping you impaled on him. "The poison isn't gone yet."

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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Change Of Plans

Summary: As the reader and Dean begin their romantic weekend away, mother nature decides to visit the reader a week early and throw off all of their plans. Dean however is intent on making sure the reader feels okay and is still enjoying their time together...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: language, period talk, nudity, implied planned smutty times

A/N: Because we all know how much it sucks when a period drops by early unannounced. Enjoy!

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“Of fucking course,” you said as you sat on the toilet at the cabin. You’d glanced down and grumbled, stomping your foot on the ground.

“Y/N? You okay in there?” asked Dean from the other side of the door. You rested your elbows on your knees and put your head in your hands. You let out a shaky breath and heard him crack the door. “Sweetheart?”

“I got my stupid period a stupid week early. I’m never early. This was supposed to be a romantic weekend away and I feel like shit and I’m bloated and I don’t even have supplies,” you said. Dean stepped inside and squatted down beside you. He ran his hand over your head and you peeled your hands away from your face.

“There is no reason this still can’t be a romantic weekend. We don’t need sex for romance or long sweaty hikes or any of that stuff. We will still have a great time. I’m going to run to the store in town and get you some stuff. How about you take a hot shower and I will be back by the time you’re all done?” he said. You nodded and he kissed your forehead as he stood. He waggled a few fingers and he dashed outside, the roar of the impala echoing through the house.

You wadded up some toilet paper in the meantime and were able to go back out to the bedroom. You flew open your bag and groaned. There was a brand new pair of lingerie that would not be used along with two of Dean’s other favorites. It wasn’t like you two regularly dressed up. Dean’s birthday. Valentine’s Day. Your anniversary. Your back from Purgatory anniversary. There were spur of the moment times when you would put on something sexier than your usual stuff under your clothes and tease Dean. There were times like when he wore the tightest, most drool worthy pair of boxer briefs in a pretty green that matched his eyes.

You went over to his duffel and zipped it open, sighing to yourself. Those freaking boxer briefs were sat right on top and he never, never wore them unless he was planning on you taking them off of him. Underneath there were new condoms and lube. A cramp rumbled low across your abdomen and you groaned.

“Why do you have to ruin everything? One nice weekend with my boyfriend with no hunts and no stress and you have to come along early and fuck it all up,” you said. You shut his bag and grabbed sweatpants, a pair of clean plain bikini underwear and his hoodie. A few minutes later you’d washed out your underwear and jeans as best you could and had them going in the washer with some cleaner sprayed on them. You stood under the shower, your cramps stronger now but the heat from the water was helping combat it for the moment. The first day was always the worst.

“Y/N, I’m back,” called Dean. He came into the bathroom after a minute and you looked over to him setting some things down on the counter. He put a package of new pads and tampons down along with the thicker ones for sleeping. A bottle of pain medicine was set next to it before he opened it up. He filled a glass with water and walked over to you. He dropped it in your hand and you popped them in your mouth before they could dissolve, quickly swallowing them down.

“I know we don’t got your heat pack but I found something at the pharmacy I hope works pretty good,” he said.

“Thanks, babe.” You gave him a kiss, sprinkling water droplets all on his face. “You want to come in? We could still have fun with you.”

“You feel like shit, sweetheart. Relax, don’t worry about a thing. I got the heating thing warming up out on the couch. I’m gonna see if that restaurant we were going to go to tonight does delivery,” he said. He pecked a kiss to the tip of your nose and you smiled before he skipped out.

He was still happy, happier than was normal for him. It wasn’t faked or forced. The two of you still had a quiet weekend to yourselves.

By the time you were exiting the bathroom is some comfy clothes, the pain meds had kicked in. The dull throbbing lingered but it wasn’t as bad as it would have been. You found Dean in the open kitchen and family room area. He’d changed into a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve henley and was humming to himself as he worked at the counter.

“What are ya up to handsome?” you asked. You wrapped your arms around him from behind and ducked your head under his arm.

“I my dear am making us some Boulevardier’s,” he said.

“Oh. We haven’t tried that one yet,” you said.

“I think you’re gonna like it. That little cocktail book you got me for my birthday has come in very, very handy,” he said. You nuzzled his back as he finished up. A burst of pain shot through you and you grunted quietly into his shirt. “Go rest, sweetheart. I’ll bring this right over.”

You nodded and went over to the giant couch. Dean had shoved the ottoman up against the jutted out portion of the couch giving the two of you the equivalent of a king sized bed to sprawl on. You crawled onto it and picked up the large rectangular blanket-like pad with a cord that was sat on top. Instantly you felt the heat coming off of it. You laid back and rested it over your lower abdomen, warmth creeping into your skin. You sighed and shut your eyes, Dean quietly taking a spot beside you. He put his arm over your shoulder but didn’t try to move you. He knew for whatever strange reason you needed to be still, let the heat burrow deep down and ease the pain for a bit before you could shift comfortably.

“I fucking love this thing,” you mumbled against his shoulder fifteen minutes later.

“Yeah?” he asked. “I can feel it on my leg. Feels nice and toasty. I bet we can use it for when your feet get cold in the winter too.”

“You’re a saint, Dean Winchester,” you said. You scooted closer to him and opened your eyes, Dean smiling as he sat there with you, one arm resting against the couch end and holding a glass, the other keeping you safe and close. “This works way better than my heating pad at home.”

“Good. I can’t imagine what a period feels like. I know how tough you are. It’s gotta suck.”

“You get used to it,” you said. “Can I try my drink now?”

“Here you go,” he said as he swapped his glass for the other one on the end table beside him. He handed it to you and you took a sip.

“Oh I like that. This one is on the make again list for sure,” you said.

“Hey, watch this,” said Dean. He picked up a remote and hit a button, the fireplace under the tv coming to life.

“Mmm, it’s gonna get so warm in here you might have to take off your shirt,” you said.

“If you promise to wear it to bed I will,” he teased. You sat together quietly, the mixture of medicine, heat and alcohol lulling you into relaxation. The cramps were still there and your stomached was bloated but it was tolerable, faint echoes in the back of your mind. “You awake sweetheart?”

You peeled open your eyes and turned up to face him. You tried to get a kiss but you couldn’t arch much farther without moving. He bent his head down and did it for you, lingering his lips against yours. There was nothing behind it. No sexiness. No desire for more. Just slow and gentle and warmth.

“Let me know whenever you get hungry and we’ll order dinner,” he said. “Oh and they have chocolate icebox pie. We are getting minimum of two for dessert.”

“Sounds yummy,” you said. You lifted your head up when you heard a rumble. The sky was pretty dark for only four in the afternoon and big fat drops of rain were coming down fast. “That storm got here quicker than they said it would.”

“Doesn’t really matter. I don’t plan on leaving this place again,” said Dean. He rubbed his hand gently over your core and you smiled. “Pain better?”

“Much more manageable,” you said. “Thank you. For taking care of me today.”

“You don’t gotta thank me for that. It’s my job,” he said. He kissed your forehead and shut his eyes. “I wouldn’t mind a quick cuddle nap before dinner though.”

“That sounds absolutely perfect, Dean. Just what I need right now.”

“Me too, sweetheart. Me too.”

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beskarberry · 3 years

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Silver and Steel

Bargaining with Beskar, Chapter 2 (The Mandalorian x f!reader)

It was then you noticed the open wall next to you. The steel panel was slid open to reveal a vault packed corner to corner with more firepower than you had ever seen in one place. Your eyes roamed from blaster to rifle to flamethrower, noticing that not all of them were made for five fingered hands. This wasn't just an armory, it was a trophy case.

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 7.5k

Content warnings: ALOT. Descriptions of violence (a little spicier than canon) blood mention, near death experiences, hurt/COMFORT, fluff, smut exhaustion sex, top!reader.

A/N: I hope y’all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it but yeah PLEASE READ THOSE CONTENT WARNINGS!! It all works out ok in the end! Also good chunks of this was inspired by a particular filk song called Call the Navigator which I’ll link in the replies so the external link doesn’t ef up my post.

<-Previous Next->

"Med pack... junk....junk....spotchka?....is that all you've got?"

You were bent over a deep supply crate, your legs barely touching the ground while you dug through what you had hoped would be the food stock. There were several banged up tins of rations and a handful of miscellaneous junk, but nothing that looked real food. You were clean and dry after your shower, but the energy that had been spent in this very supply room just an hour or so earlier had to be replenished. "Where’s the rest of it?"

The silence coming from the cockpit was expected, but still frustrating. With a huff you grabbed two food tins and made your way through the old ship towards the ladder. At the top though a small antechamber you found your new comrade seated in the pilot chair, fussing with the buttons on the console. On either side and slightly behind his chair were two other passenger seats, though the one on his left was missing a good deal of padding. The cockpit was poorly lit save for the lighted console and the dusty starlight overhead. Though you were in the air, you could tell you were still on Tatooine. Hooray. Why are we still here? The great Dune Sea stretched out on all sides, sparsely dotted with sand people villages, but you couldn’t see any of the large space ports such as Mos Eisley or Mos Espa. In the ships’ darkness you couldn't tell what the lumpy thing was in the other chair, probably blankets or laundry. You went to toss it off the seat when a pair of huge black orbs peeped out from the heap of fabric.

"The fuck is THAT?!" You rocketed backwards, dropping the food tins in the process. The bug eyed creature made a soft cooing noise and lifted the rest of the blanket off itself, allowing two gigantic green ears to pop into view. It didn't look like a threat, in fact it looked kinda cute, but you knew it could still be dangerous. A pair of stubby three-fingered hands made grabby motions at you, the little creature giggling at your bewildered face. " Where'd you find this thing, is it some kind of pet?"

"He's not a pet." Finished fiddling with the console, Mando turned in his chair to readjust the blanket that had slumped off of the small beastie. It squealed happily and wiggled in its comfy cocoon before noticing the food tins that were still on the floor. He pointed the tiniest claw at them and chirped at you, demanding to be fed. "You'd better give him one of those before he gets mad."

It took you a moment to process what he said before scooping one of the tins off the floor, peeling back the lid and placing the dish in the seat next to the little thing. He greedily scooped the mystery mash into his tiny toothy mouth, gibbering between bites. You picked the remaining tin off the floor and leaned against the door frame, watching it happily chow down.

"If it's not a pet then what is it?"

"He's my..." the Mandalorian paused, fishing for the right words to say, "...he is my child."

That was not at all the answer you expected, if he had said emotional support gremlin you would have been less confused. The baby was still making a mess of his dinner, almost dropping his plate before Mando snatched it and set it carefully back in his lap. You had seen first hand that there was a human under all that metal plating, and your tired brain fizzled trying to make the connection between the two very different beings. Mando could tell by your puzzled face that he had some explaining to do.

He told you the tale of how he had been charged to bring the baby in as a high credit bounty, but after he used the reward to get new armor he went back and stole the child away from its captors. He talked about the Mandalorian concept of a 'foundling' and that he himself was one too. At some point you had popped your food tin open and started eating, though you were so captivated by his story that you couldn't remember doing so. When he'd finished you set your empty dish on the busted chair and gently held your hand out for the child to grab with one mush covered paw, who babbled excitedly at his new friend.

Behind you his parental guardian was rigid, ready to take you out if you made one wrong move against his precious cargo. Though he had been the one to steal you away and forgo freezing you in carbonite he still didn’t exactly trust you, your reputation as a hunter-killer was what had driven your bounty so high. He knew you were disarmed, but what else could you be capable of? However, you weren't paying mama-hen Mando any mind. Instead you let the baby play with your hand a bit before he returned to his food. You decided that the only place left to sit was on the floor. Squished into the tiny space between the passenger and pilot seats was cramped, but it gave you a fantastic view out the rounded transperisteel window into the vastness of the night sky.

“Your story sounds awful familiar.” You turned your attention to the metal clad man, watching him fidget with the steering controls. “You abandoned a guild reward for anothers wellbeing, like I did. Someone that didn’t deserve to be dragged back in cuffs. Is that why you picked up the puck on me? Some kind of kindred spirit something or other?”

“We’re nothing alike.” He was watching out the window, focused on flying the ship to unknown destinations, but he was bouncing the leg farthest away from you. So when the cogwheels turn in your head, the machine moves somewhere else. If you hadn’t experienced his human body first hand you could have easily convinced yourself he was a droid.

“Now that’s not true. You told the guild to get fucked because your moral compass was pointing the other way. I didn't just let that quarry go y'know? It was more than that. There was... there was someone she had to get back to. And the New Republic was just gonna lock her ass up and for what? It wasn't right." You remembered that Togruta woman, pointing a blaster at you with tears in her eyes and her belly swollen with a child that did not belong to the man she was being forced to marry. A few thousand credits weren’t worth another child being made an orphan, and you gave her your ship to escape in while you led hunters on a wild-bantha chase away from her. You knew it drove the guild insane but you wouldn’t have it any other way. A tiny green foot poked itself out from under the blankets by your head, bringing you out of your reverie. On reflex you tucked it back into the safety of his blankies.

Though you thankfully didn’t remember much of your early childhood, you knew you had come from Corellia. You didn’t know if you had parents or siblings, but there had been many other young street urchins in your alley behind the shipyard, and all you had then were each other. You never planned on having any kids yourself, but they were still something to be protected. At all costs, if necessary. “I’m guessing this little dude is happy with that decision.”

Mando had begun to take the ship closer to the ground, it was almost totally dark outside but you could see on the radar there was a large mountainous formation up ahead. Carefully, he landed the beat up craft on a sturdy outcropping of rocks, kicking up whirlwinds of dust and sand. Far out over the sand you could see a collection of lumpy looking ruins that were slowly succumbing to the march of the dunes. You guessed this was where your quarry was hiding out.

The baby was starting to get sleepy, his huge eyes disappearing slowly as the weight of his eyelids became too much. His little head rolled forward, threatening to toss him off his seat. Your big mean bounty hunter heart couldn’t take it, so you scrambled to your feet and scooped the baby up in your arms, sitting down in his seat to get him situated in your lap. He fussed and squirmed a bit, but you had learned a no-fail trick from the Corellian ship builders that would often help to sneak orphaned children onto their ships and off that skughole of a planet towards a better life. Many years ago they had done the same for you.

“Oh, I have sailed the midnight sea from Hoth to Arvala-5.

Seen the Cloudshape Falls of Alderaan, met rocks that were alive.

But soon I came to realize as world to world I roamed,

That nowhere in the galaxy could really be my home.”

The songs you knew were often sang by whole crews of starship sailors, loud enough to shake their durasteel walls, but you dropped your voice low and soft to turn the star-shanty into a lullaby. The baby was watching you with glittering eyes, he had stopped his wiggling and curled up tightly against your chest.

“So call the navigator, set the course and go!

We've stars and planets to explore, my wild heart tells me so.

Beneath the metal decking I can hear the engine sigh

And all I need is a mighty ship and a staaaa-aarr to guide her by”

A tiny yawn betrayed his wondrous eyes, and he gave up and closed them shut, rubbing his little hands on his face. You lowered your voice to almost a whisper.

“I've seen a million beauties and I've known a million fears,

And life is what I've found between the laughter and the tears.

Still I will sail the last frontier through worlds both tame and wild,

And marvel at their strangeness with the wonder of a child”

Soft snores were your only applause, the baby having drifted off mid stanza. You hummed a few more lines of the song to be sure he was asleep. The cockpit was as dark as the surrounding sky, but the glint of silver caught your attention. Starlight reflected off the beskar plates in a way that made the black of his visor seem darker than the heart of a collapsed star, and just as deadly. The Mandalorian was watching you intently, completely motionless.

The precious moment with the baby had made you very forgetful of the dangerous situation you were actually in. You had been captured, you were this man’s prisoner and yet here you were all cozy in the chair with his adopted son in your lap. You glared back at him, matching his fierce gaze when the little green bundle moved to get more comfortable, one tiny hand catching claws in the top you were wearing; a tunic that did not belong to you.

“Here, you take him then.” Your voice was hushed so as not to wake the child, and you raised him up gently to try and unhook him from your shirt. Immediately there were two gloved hands coming to lift the baby off of your lap. He was a monolith of leather and metal, but the way he pulled his son in close was so gentle that all the ferocity of his profession dissipated like mist. Mando carefully tucked the blanket under the sleeping little baby and wrapped him up tight before slowly turning away from you and the flight deck to head down the ladder in total silence, leaving you alone in the dark.

You watched him go, the top of his shiny silver head disappearing into the floor. Without the sounds of life in the cockpit the quiet of the night weighed heavy on your ears. He still hadn’t told you why he had kept you out of the carbonite, all you had done was let him use you as his personal play-thing... and maybe murder off some of his bounty hunting competition, but that wasn’t much to go off of. You had done worse for much less. Put your skills to better use, that’s what he had said. Absently you toyed with the end of your sleeve, no, not your sleeve. His sleeve.

That was another thing, what reason did he have to show you hospitality when his first interaction with you had been so violent? Binding you and marching your ass through the desert after he had fucking shot you. Your escape plan had almost worked, ha! All you would’ve had to do is tire him out and run but that had backfired entirely. The apex of your thighs still thrummed with sensation, warm and blissful. Though you’d had lovers in the past you usually didn’t still feel them so deeply afterwards. The smell of the fresher soap still clung to your body and clothes. Clutching at the collar of your sweater you pulled it to your face and breathed deep, letting the heady scent of it fill your lungs.

“Let’s go. We have work to do.” The modulated voice coming from the ladder startled you from your guilty indulgence and sprang you to your feet, but the source of the voice was already back down the ladder. You sheepishly followed suit.

“You plan on telling me what we’re up to exactly?” Down below the Mandalorian was loading himself with ammunition, each and every slot on his many bandoliers was packed to the brim with charges. His pulse rifle was slung over one shoulder, clanking up against a new piece of equipment you hadn’t seen before. Some kind of jet pack maybe.

“I have two bounties to catch on Tatooine. One of them conveniently fell into a sarlacc pit. The other one's hiding out down there." A bounty fob blinked red in his hand; quick flashes indicated that the target was close by. “If you help me with this, you’re off the hook. I’ll tell Karga you’re dead and the guild will stop sending hunters after you. But-” He turned to face you, he was holding your beat-up old back pack by one ratty leather strap. "If for one second I think you'll turn against me, I'll take the half credits for your corpse."

"You're one to talk!" You hissed, storming up to the gunslinger with the ferocity of a lothcat. "You kidnapped me! I didn't ask to be here."

The man in question didn't budge under your verbal assault. "Do we have a deal or not?"

He forced your backpack into your arms to accentuate his point. You ripped it from his grasp and stormed to the other side of the cabin. Everything was still inside; a pack of bacta patches, a few mementos, three busted tracking fobs and some blaster charges. Speaking of blaster-

"Where’s my gun, Mando?" Your question was answered when you turned back to face him. He was holding it by its barrel, extending the grip towards you. You met his visor with contempt, but took the old blaster from him carefully as not to cause a misfire. It would be nice to not be on the run from a guild you had pledged your loyal services to for so many years, that now wanted you delivered back to them in carbonite; and you knew that Karga would trust his favorite hunter. The life of a moisture farmer wasn’t what you dreamed of when you escaped Corellia. Fuck that. "Yeah, it's a deal. One hunt and I'm gone."

If he didn't want you to ogle his wares he should have closed the panel, but instead he joined you at the wall, picking up some extra plasma cartridges and a vibroblade with a curved handle, which he pushed into your hands. "Will that be enough?"

Either you trust me or you don't, pick a side, tin can. You didn't answer him right away, opting to pull a chest holster and another couple of blasters down from the wall. You cinched the holsters tight and tucked a blaster in on either side, slung a disruptor over your back and stuffed the knife in your boot. Once you had everything in place you stuck your fists on your hips like a superhero with a confidant nod. "Yeah, that should be good."

Mando was watching you with intensity, his visor going over each of your weapon choices. He tugged on your holsters’ cross straps to make sure they were secured. You rolled your eyes at him, "I know how to dress myself, sir."

No answer. Typical. He stopped fussing with your straps and turned back to the wall, selecting a heavy multi-ammo bandolier. He stepped closer to you, wrapping both arms around your waist to fit the belt in place on your hips. You tried to convince yourself that it was the cool beskar of his chest plate pressed up against you that sent a shiver down your spine. The physical contact was over as quickly as it had been initiated, and then he was back in the vault fishing out the tiny silver explosives that fit neatly into the circular latches on either side of your belt, handing them to you without a word. Finished with his selection he pressed a few buttons on his vambrace, one to slide the armory shut and another to summon an egg-shaped hover crib to float to his side. Inside its shell the child was sound asleep, a heart-melting smile on his tiny little face. As adorable as he was, you furrowed your brow in confusion.

“Is he coming too?”

“Where I go, he goes.” Mando said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He strode back to the supply crate you had been digging through earlier and packed a handful of rations into a bag for the journey through the dunes. Cool desert air gusted into the stuffy cabin as the access ramp fell open, and the three of you headed out into the darkness of Tatooine.

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Your dreams were hazy and feverish, shots of blaster fire flickered through the fog from unknown assailants. The smell of blood and blast plasma strong in your nose even while unconscious. You saw the sneering face of a Twi’lek twist in agony and purple blood painted his face before he winked out of existence, replaced in your mindscape with bloody hands. Your hands. Then there was cold beskar on your cheek and strong arms hauling you from the carnage. Harsh wind in your ears and the ground spiraling away beneath you. The howling wind so loud you couldn't hear the questions being barked in your face. Pain, the smell of burning skin, then nothing. You felt objects moving frantically nearby, and something soft and green was pressing into your ribs. Your eyes, heavy as they were, fluttered open to see two huge black orbs staring up from your side where bright red blood was staining the sheets under you. Is that ... my blood?

“Hey green bean...what’cha up to?” Your voice was hoarse and weak, scratching its way out reluctantly past chapped lips. Talking made your head pound, you reached up to cradle your aching skull when two leather tipped hands caught yours and held them steady.

“Easy... Don’t move too much. Please.” Your hands were gently set back down at your sides, shooting pain up your arms. A large black and silver body was hunched beside you, frantically sticking bacta patches to your skin.

“Mand...do? What…what happened?” Your voice was barely a whisper, so faint the recycled air of the cabin threatened to whisk it away.

“You got the bastard, but that fucking Twi' managed to get a shot off in your gut point blank before he went down. You shouldn't have survived that but you did.” Is that a compliment? He was wrapping a long gauze bandage around your arm, fixing the bacta patches in place so they could do their thing. It hurt, but not as much as you thought it should have. Down by your side the child had rolled into you face first, passed out cold next to an emergency cauterizer. Mando nodded at his sleeping son, “And if it wasn’t for him, you’d be dead for sure.”

The baby? How is he involved with this? Thoughts echoed loudly in your skull, and you decided that thinky time was over. The little guy had the right idea, you should sleep now, embrace the comfort of the dark behind your eyes, let it swallow you whole.

“Hey hey hey! Not yet. Stay with me, ok? You need to drink something. Here.” An armored hand slid under your head, urging you to sit up just enough to take a drink out of the metal canteen pressed against your lips. “You need to stay awake, just for a little while.” Cool water graced your dry mouth and dripped onto your chin. Embarrassed by your mess you tried to wipe the droplets away but once again your arms were halted in place. A rough piece of fabric dabbed at your face.

“I’m not a baby, Mando. I can take care of myself.” The creeping sting of blast-burn that still scalded your skin told you that might not be true. The bacta was just starting to seep into your bloodstream, but it would take some time to work its magic.

“I know that. I was with you down there in the fray. A rancor would have been less terrifying to face than you. But right now I need you to hold still.”

Another compliment? Or was that sarcasm? You’re losing your edge, tin man. You tried to roll your eyes but the effort made your head spin; you glanced around the cabin, trying to avoid meeting the visor that was pinning you to the cot. Strewn about the floor of the ship was what was left of your holsters and weapons, splattered with red and purple blood. You couldn’t be sure, but it looked like one belt had been blasted to smithereens, torn strips of leather the only indication it had been there at all. Farther away you saw a dark block in the carbonite freezer. The Twi’lek from your nightmare was frozen solid, though from his limp posture you guessed he had stopped moving long before he was put in the chamber. One of his long lekku had been cut clean off, and even in carbonite you could see the wound was fresh. Something long and curved stuck victoriously out of the center of his chest. Your vibroblade, lodged to the hilt in his sternum.

Mando was still kneeling on the floor by your side, and though you couldn’t see his face his hunched shoulders gave you the feeling that he was distraught. He still had your head resting in his palm, his thumb absently toying with your hair. Maybe it was the bacta running through your system that made you start to feel warm and gooey on the inside, but the sensation of his hand on your scalp felt... nice. Nice to be touched in a way that wasn't just for survival. Though you had already felt his hands on your body this was something else entirely. Sincere. Maybe it was just the first time somebody near you wasn't trying to kill or capture you. You foolish girl, you've already been captured. Are you so lonely that a gentle touch makes you melt? Maybe it's you that's losing your edge.

"You should have left me for dead, cashed in on that half credit reward."

"That is not The Way." His mantra was rehearsed, spoken as easily as he drew breath, but you could hear the exhaustion in his voice.

“Well... thank you for not letting me bleed out.” You could see the top of the baby's green little noggin still curled up against your side, though the part of your ribs he was leaning on didn’t have a single mark. You looked for the blast wound that Mando was supposedly talking about, but aside from a handful of plasma burns your skin was smooth and healthy; the pool of dried blood under you was the only indication anything had been there at all. What kind of mando magic is that? And what did he mean about the child? Your first thought was how disappointed you were there wouldn’t be a good scar. Your second was realizing your top was missing. Shreds of it were still on your shoulders, but the front had been ripped off completely to get to your vanished wounds. Mando seemed like he didn’t even care, he had been so focused on patching you up that the idea of modesty was thrown out the window, but you couldn’t help teasing him. “There’s not a scratch on me, Mando. You just wanted me topless, didn’t you?”

His thumb on your scalp froze, his visor going from your face to your chest with rapid snaps. Without letting your head drop he used his other hand to tear his cloak from his back and throw it over you and the sleeping baby. “Better?”

Party pooper. “Yes, thank you.” Why is he being so nice? He must have ulterior motives, right? Why keep me alive if not to cash in on that bounty? You decided to push his buttons some more. “This bed sucks. Is this why you're so crotchety? Because you sleep on this Maker-forsaken thing? It’s making my back hurt.”

The cot you were on was spartan at best, more of a cloth covered bucket than a bed. It was recessed into the wall opposite of the armory, bits of machinery and droid parts hanging over the space above you. There wasn’t much of a gap between your head and the durasteel plating of the ship’s hull. Your teasing was rewarded with a long, tired sigh. The hand that cushioned your head moved down to your shoulders, pushing on you so that you sat up straight. You scooped the baby off of your side and into your arms, trying to ignore the dried blood from your wounds that stained the sheets before swaddling the sleeping bean in his father’s cloak. The metal man rose from the floor, letting go of you just long enough to remove his cross-belts and unlatch his chest plate, setting them on the floor with a dull thunk. He squished himself between the wall and your back, his dorsal plate scraping loudly without its cape. He scooched one armored leg around you until it was between your hip and the wall on your side, pulling you into his lap and turning his whole body into a pillow, letting your torso rest on his. He was used to the sharp metal bed frame, but that didn’t mean you should be subjected to it.

“Is this ok?”

You could only nod, your cheeks flushing red with a mix of emotions. It was more than ok, his formidable body was warm and comfortable. His arms wrapped around your waist, helping to support not only you but also his foundling. The spice of him was strong now with him on your back, worn leather and metal and that damn fresher soap that was making a fool out of you. Underneath his steady breathing the sound of something rhythmic caught your attention, it was quick and faint, but unmistakably the sound of his heartbeat. His heart is racing. Listen to that engine purr.

Behind you a man with a name you may never know watched your chest slowly rise and fall with each breath, not with lust but something unfamiliar though not unwelcome. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears, whether from the ordeal of keeping you alive or the fact that you were in his arms again he couldn't be sure. He sighed, trying to convince himself to calm down, but the deep breath he took only flooded his senses with the essence of you, threatening to melt the beskar off his head with the heat rushing to his face. He couldn't help the way his fingers traced over your skin, careful not to undo any of the bacta patches. He jumped slightly when your hands found his, but the weight of the child still in your arms made it difficult to reach your fingers. The glove you were touching was suddenly empty, and a bare hand snaked out from under the cloak that kept you modest. With the press of a button the child’s pram floated its way over to you from the supply crates. The baby’s adopted father carefully lifted the sleeping creature off your lap and into his hover crib, another button press on the vambrace and the shield door slid closed.

His hand returned to the safety of the cloak, pulling the other glove off before finding your fingers again. His skin was so warm you couldn't help but imagine his hands somewhere more intimate. Evil, evil bacta... Maybe you wouldn't have to.

"I should thank you properly." It was impossible to hide the tiredness of your voice, but he was close enough you only needed to whisper. His grasp tightened around you, your once plush pillow was now a rigid wall of muscle.

"You should go to sleep." the sound of his baritone words so close to your ear made your skin prickle. Too late for that. Slowly you guided his hand down your belly until your tangled hands bumped into your belt line. A low growl rumbled out of the modulator. “Cyar'ika... you need to rest."

The alien term of endearment made you hum, but you ignored his words of warning and pushed his hand under the tough fabric till his fingertips found your heat, both of you gasping softly at first contact. His free hand fumbled with your button, and after some difficulty you undid it for him along with the zipper. With space to work, with his wrist moved freely, lazily rolling a calloused fingertip against your clit; remembering his lesson from the first time he experienced your body, his touch was light as a feather.

There wasn’t much you could do for him in the position you were in, so you leaned back against him and relaxed, letting him enjoy you at his own pace. The bottom of his helmet was pressed into the crook of your neck, and though it was sharp you could feel something warm and soft underneath it. So there is a real man under there. Scruffy stubble brushed at your skin and sent goosebumps down your chest. Under the beskar his eyes followed the prickling trail that lead under the tattered cloak you still wore to your breasts, watching the way the fabric pointed where your nipples grew hard for him. His other hand couldn’t resist finding its way to your pert peaks, rolling them between his fingers in that way he knew flushed you with heat. Soft gasps rewarded his ears as he worked at your breast and clit, rubbing them in tandem. Your hips rolled into one hand and your back arched into the other, urging him to help you build your climax. He obliged, adding a second finger to pinch your clit softly between strong digits until you fell apart around him.

The pressure that was building behind you and pressing into your spine told you that if you wanted more from him you would have to give him a better angle. You started to get up, but the hands on your sensitive spots held you in place.

“What about your injuries? I don’t want to hurt you.” What injuries? There’s nothing left! His voice was filled with sincerity, a far cry from your first encounter. You didn’t answer him, instead you found each of his hands and squeezed them with a hum, asking him to trust that the bacta had set in and made you comfortable enough to move from your impromptu med bay. He slid his fingers out from your burning core, dragging the wetness from your cunt over your skin until his palms were on your back, helping to push you up off of him. The teeny tiny bed frame made it difficult to spin yourself around until you were facing him, and even more difficult to kick your pants off as you passed over top of him, but he never took his hands away from you to keep you steady until you were seated in his lap.

Straddling his waist you rolled your hips over where his cock was hidden from you, making him shudder under your legs. His arms glided from your knees to your hips, languidly making their way up your sides and past your breasts to the last remaining tatters of the black knit sweater he had allowed you to wear. Hooking a thumb under its ruined edges, he slid it up over your arms and cast it away into the darkness of the ship. His hands went right back to working at your breasts, massaging them like dough in time with your grinding hips. You took a moment to admire how he looked underneath you, his remaining armor glinting in the hazy ship light as his hands searched for every sensitive inch of your chest. You knew from legend that his helmet could never be removed in front of you, but you’d never heard anything about the rest of his clothes. Where his chest plate had been was a strappy flak jacket dotted with magnetic fasteners. Your hands went slowly to the first clasp, and the hands that were so indulged in you froze, his body stiff between your legs.

“Is this ok?” The irony of you repeating his question from earlier back to him made your lips turn in a sly smile.

“Y-yes.” His voice was nearly imperceptible, and you realized that he was shaking. You looked to his visor, watching him nod in consent before you continued. He dropped his hands to your hips, pulling down on your thighs and rutting up into you while you busied yourself with the complicated under armor until it fell away at his sides, revealing a pair of suspenders and an identical black knit tunic as the one that had been shredded off of you. You didn’t have the energy to peel every article of clothing off of him, so this would have to do. Without his cloak bunched around his shoulders you were able to see the flesh of his throat, so warm and inviting that you wanted to sink your teeth into it.

You bent down to nibble at the exposed skin, and the filthy moan that rattled out of the helmet sent shivers down your spine. The taste of him was exquisite, better than you could have imagined under all that fabric and leather. The overwhelming cocktail of his scent straight from the source made you bold. You kissed your way around the edge of his helmet where the metal met his skin until you found his pulse point and made good on your desires. His body convulsed when you bit down, sucking at the tender skin until you left blooming marks that would be there for days.

“Cyar'ika... Please...“ There was that word again, you didn’t know what it meant but the way he breathed it like a prayer felt like warm honey in your belly. Releasing his tormented neck you ran your hands down his broad chest until your thumbs bumped the leather suspenders that lead you down to his waist line where you were able to tug the edge of his shirt free, giving you a delicious window of his tummy; well-muscled and dusted with dark brown hair.

“What’s wrong, tin man? Nobody ever touch you like this before?” He was still shaking while you ran your hands under the edge of his shirt and through the soft treasure trail of fuzz from the top of his belt line to the bottom of his ribs. He couldn’t answer you, his breath caught in his throat at the sensation of your hands on his skin, but you were starting to put the pieces of his puzzle together. No, probably not.

You decided not to torture him any longer. The fabric of his pants was nearly stretched to capacity and wet with your slick. You had to stretch one leg out onto the floor to get enough of a footing to lift yourself high enough off him that you could free him from the canvas prison. His cock nearly burst out of its confines, and your face flushed red at the sight of him standing proudly at attention, twitching in your hands with a flood of shimmering precum made just for you.

His chest was heaving, ragged breaths forcing their way out of his modulator before you’d even taken his length. You used your hips to notch him at your entrance and his grip on your thighs clenched like a steel trap. Slowly you lowered yourself onto him, letting him fill you until you were stretched wide. Your eyes met his visor, though from the way it was tilted you knew he was watching himself disappear into you. His arms wrapped tightly under your ass as he thrust into you hard enough that he lifted you off the cot, quickly scooting both your bodies down the bed until he was flat on his back. You tried to stay upright, but his pounding soon had your head spinning until you were falling forward into his chest, digging your arms around his shoulders in a way you were becoming familiar with. Your hands found their way to the back of his helmet to where his hair line started, sneaking a few fingers under the metal edge to tangle in his curls. The Mandalorian’s hands were on your waist, holding you in place while he rocketed up into you, filling the ships cabin with the sound of wet slaps. His thick cock hit different from this angle, grinding up against the sweet spot deep inside you with each rut until you started seeing stars behind your eyes. He could feel you building up around him and he quickened his pace until you were gasping his name.

“M-mando! I... I’m gonna....” Your muscles coiled with heat until you burst, your sweet cunt fluttering around his still pumping cock until he went cascading over the edge of ecstasy with you, his helmet vibrating with a guttural roar. His feverish body shook, giving you a few short thrusts to milk the cum from his cock until it spilled out from where he was lost inside you.

His shaky arms held onto you so tightly, as if you would blast away into space if he let go. The endorphins flooding his head made him want to pour his heart out and tell you everything, bare himself in body and soul for the first time in his life. He wanted to tell you how nice you had looked in his clothes, how the loose knit fabric draped over your breasts was a work of art; even more so when you were standing before him armed to the teeth in his hunting trophies. How seeing you slice that fucking Twi’lek to ribbons was more graceful than any ballet. The sight of the bloody hole that had been burned into your side had made his skin crawl. Mando wasn’t ready to explain the child’s healing powers, he barely understood them himself; but if it wasn’t for the baby he would have been burying your corpse instead of tending your wounds. Instead of experiencing your living body like he was now.

His heart fluttered at the thought of his foundling healing you with his baby sorcerer magic, his tiny green paws pushed on your side where the blood was spilling from your wound. The thought of you dying for his bounty made him sick, but pride flushed the sensation away when he thought back to that first day with you up in the flight deck. How when his baby boy was restless that you acted, not with malice but with tenderness and care. He'd never wanted to rip his helmet off faster in all his days than when you sang his son a lullaby, the sweet tune of it filtering through his sensory equipment, and he longed to hear it as it was meant to be. In that moment he had been entranced, but the fierce glare of his visor had made you feel threatened. He didn't want that. He wanted to make you feel safe. The same way you had made his child feel, the same way you made him feel now. Like the galaxy itself couldn’t tear you from him.

But the ugly truth was that soon it would all end when you both went your separate ways. All the feelings he wanted to confess to you died in his mouth, leaving a bitter taste that brought him back to reality. You still straddled his waist, and though the blood had long since left his cock it still sat neatly in your heat, letting him feel your gentle heartbeat around him. Carefully he pulled himself free from the apex of your thighs and rolled you both sideways onto the unforgiving cot, letting gravity shuffle you down until you were nestled in the crook of his arm. He couldn’t help brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, meeting your half lidded eyes with his own behind the visor.

“I don’t think I can get to the fresher this time.” Your voice was barely a whisper, and the edges of sleep crept unbidden to your eyes; the traumatic activities of the day finally winning over your endurance. “You’re probably going to have to burn these sheets.”

Mando hummed with indifference, though for you he would burn all of Tatooine down if you asked. All the lovely thoughts that had danced through his mind came rolling through again, haloed in the warm light of afterglow. Only one made its way past his lips, sneaking out of the helmets’ modulator like a prayer.

“How does the song end?”

“Mmm?” You were so close to sleep, so cozy and full of cum that you knew would be a fun mess for morning-you to clean up. You wracked your brain trying to remember what the hell he was talking about. The star-shanty? “Why, do you need a lullaby too?”

“N-no. Just curious. When you leave, my foundling might ask me about it.” Liar. The calloused hand gliding up and down your spine brought the original contract you made with him ringing through your skull. One hunt and I’m gone.

“Leave? I’m not going anywhere until I see you tell Karga face to face that I’m rotting in a sarlacc pit. No take-backs. That old dog will probably dance when he hears he won’t have to part with his credits and I want to catch it on holo-corder.”

The rumbling sigh deep in his chest sounded more like an engine powering down than a mortal man, and it told you more than words ever could. The arm you had around his chest was met with strong fingers that intertwined with your own. He doesn’t want me to go. Who are you, Mandalorian?

“Tell me anyway? Please?” His arms tightened like a fortress around you. His words were distant, echoing out from somewhere in dreamland instead of right by your ear. Alright you big softie, if you’re going to beg me. You sighed heavily against him, trying to recall the songs of your distant past.

“The nights are long between the stars, and lonely too for me,

I wonder how I might have fared with home and family.

But the bonds of friendship I have formed will last my lifetime through,

Security is not for me, my dreams are all of you.”

The same soft snores that had been your original encore with the baby now ghosted in your ear, muffled by the mysterious beskar helmet but still unmistakable. Like father like son.

The weight of his arms around you was like nothing you had ever felt in your years on the run. You had traveled so far and met so many living beings but not once had you let another share your bed while you slept. You could get used to this. The thought was the last you had before sleep overtook you, your body slumping against his while you dreamed of silver and steel.

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Ashens (Part 7)

Summary: She falls in love with Bucky Barnes from the moment she sees him. Bucky, still in love with a woman from his past, hates Y/N and plans to make her life miserable. To both their dismay, they are assigned together to go undercover into The Capitol for six months. There, they develop a heartbreaking friend with benefits agreement. Dystopian.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 4,235 words

Rating: M for Mature, E for explicit. Enemies to lovers trope, sharing a bed trope, friends with benefits trope, temporarily unrequited love, heavy angry sex, heavy on the angst, and very strong language.

Chapter Summary: Some of Bucky's inner feelings towards Y/N gets revealed on their first day on their own.

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STEVE was the one who tightened your velcro backpack around your small shoulders.

You continued to stare into the rising sun behind the blowing trees. It must’ve been a little after 5 AM, since the orange clouds were beginning to mix in with the dark blue of a new sky, announcing the arrival of a brand new day.

Today was the first day of your mission with Bucky, and to say you were fixated on your ultimate goal was an understatement.

The camp didn’t have a running shower, but they had a secluded and private area off to the side that provided warm water and some soap made with lye and lard. The water had to be heated up overnight by an attended fire and then left for an hour before you had to get ready to let it cool down.

When one of the girls had handed you the freshly made bar, the look she gave you scared you.

She had a certain fear in them that you couldn’t quite place and it shook you to the bone.

Was she unhopeful for your return?

When you had entered the little shower, which was just four pieces of wood tall enough to cover your most intimate areas, and you dunked your mud cup into the warm water, you definitely felt like you were being prepared like a sacrificial lamb.

You felt like you were being cleansed and prepared for death.

But as you rinsed away the lye off your skin, and you shuddered against the cold winter air which was beginning to feel like sharp knives, you quickly shoved those thoughts away.

You had to focus on your goal and what it was you were actually being prepared for. This was your opportunity to give your parents what they deserve; the outcome they would want.

After your shower, you quickly dried yourself off with a long and grey rag that had been draped over the “door” for you, and you slid your arms into your heavy coat.

Quickly, to avoid getting the flu that could potentially kill you faster than any other virus ever could, you ran into your tent and slid on your attire.

It was the same one you had worn before you arrived, but Jessica had been extremely kind to you and had it washed and folded stacked neatly next to your cot.

After you zipped on your boots, Steve had shown up and ran the information with you before your departure.

None of you knew exactly how life in The Capitol was.

There had been just one agent who had ever been close enough, and it had been about a year ago.

Bucky had sent Sharon to collect information that would be vital to help their mission, including how the people in The Capitol dressed, how they wore their hair, how they behaved, and if they used any kind of special currency.

Apparently, the clothing they wore, you would have to buy when you got there. It would be possible for the camp to try and knit them so that when you arrived you would fit in right away, but unfortunately, it would not protect you during the three-day walk to get there.

There was nothing different regarding hair or currency, which was a very helpful piece to learn. It meant you and Bucky would not need to go under any crazy makeovers.

Any specific makeup look or hairdo you preferred, you were free to do as you pleased when you arrived.

The only tricky part of getting into The Capitol and not being caught was your identification.

Anyone who resided within The Wall carried a hologram ID that presented your picture, name, resident number, and occupation.

If there was anything Tony Stark left behind, it was his knowledge and technology that had been left behind and protected.

You don’t know how they managed to save nearly all of it from the war and the bombing, but you didn’t ask questions. It didn’t surprise you that the avengers would go through such measures to have a legacy and vital equipment protected.

It had been just enough for Bruce to take it into his own hands and build an almost identical replica of the hologram ID that you and Bucky would need to present in order to do simple tasks like request a hotel room or enter an important building.

You didn’t take Bruces’ hard work for granted; apparently it had taken almost a year and a half just for him to make them.

It would still be a risk when you used your identification because even though your resident number was chosen with an advanced Linux method if it were to hit a miss in Hydra’s system, you and Bucky could be screwed.

Your arrival in the city would simply be accepted by luck.

Steve continued to tighten your backpack as he reminded you of what would happen when you and Bucky both arrived there.

First and utmost important, you would need to find a place to live. According to Sharon, there was a residency area not too far from the center of the city. You would go there and try to get a room.

Next, you and Bucky would need to discover your surroundings.

What was Hydra doing there? Where is Hydra’s main building? Were there anyone there that could possibly be there against their will? How did The Capitol work? What was life there like?

You would then need to set up your false identity, which would be the majority of the mission.

Once you both found where Hydra’s main focus was and from where they worked, you would need to find your way in. You would need to gather as much intel and information about everyone as much as you could.

That is when the team had presented you with an additional ID card, except this one was physical and just a regular white laminated card.

It was a resumé and well thought out employment card, which you and Bucky would use to apply at a Hydra Facility (but not the same one to not induce suspicion). This was an important key to the mission that both you and Bucky were reluctant on participating on, but after much consideration, it was concluded it was essential to winning this.

After you found out everything you both needed to know, after the six months, you would both escape and return to camp with the intel and information gathered that could successfully bring The Capitol’s society down.

One of them being the ring leader’s location. It would be important to the mission to not have anything destroyed, especially The Wall.

This was the part of the mission you did not like.

Because you would not leave The Capitol without having that man from the diner killed.

Part of you felt bad for secretly planning how to divert the avenger’s plan, but at the same time, you now knew that Bucky was also planning something that could potentially shock everyone.

You considered saying something to Steve as he made sure you had everything in your pack - food, blankets, med kit, and a gun with a silencer (the only thing you were allowed) - but you went against it as you remembered your promise to him.

He wanted you to help Bucky love himself again and to feel like he was meant for something more.

As you both walked out of the tent and fully into the outside world, right away you saw Bucky already strapping his own bag over his shoulder.

You know his bag held the same things yours did, except his held a military gun that would serve to protect you during the walk.

Unfortunately, you would not be allowed to take any weapons with you into the city. They would be left dug into a hole and abandoned.

Your heart skipped in your chest as you observed his dominating aura.

He wore attire similar to yours, except a male version. He had a black coat with a hood that strapped across the front of his chest. Attached to it was a hood similar to yours. You could tell he had layers of clothing under his jacket for protection, and his pants were thick and tucked into heavy boots.

A pair of leather gloves covered his hands. He was tightening the one over his metal arm when he looked over at you.

His eyes were dark and his teeth clenched as he looked you up and down. You quickly looked away and back at Steve.

Steve was tightening your tracker around your wrist.

“Remember, this will only keep you off their radar for ninety seconds and it can only be activated twice. You can only use it when you enter and leave the city,” you were in a daze as you felt the need to look up at Bucky again. The pull was inevitable, “Y/N,” Steve’s tone was sturdy and you blinked at him, “Got it?”

He looked at you apprehensively, his grip tight over your hand. You swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Got it. Just twice. Entering and leaving.”

He nodded and pulled the sleeves of your coat halfway up both hands.

He gave you one more look and then nodded with his head towards Bucky, backing away from you, and walking towards Bucky’s direction.

You flexed your toes in your boots and held tightly onto the handles of your bag.

You took a deep breath and followed Steve towards Bucky.

Bucky looked at his boots and flexed his hands.

You didn’t realize how much bigger he was than you until now. Maybe it was his clothing, maybe.

You cleared your throat and he looked up at you through heavy lashes.

You wondered where he had been this morning while you were showering. It’s then that you catch sight of his heavy and dark bags under his eyes. Had he been up all night?

“Didn’t sleep?” Your question comes out before you mean it to and Bucky’s gaze quickly darkens.

“No.”

You sigh deeply, not knowing if you were more annoyed by his attitude towards you that clearly hadn’t changed or if you felt bad. You hoped his lack of sleep wouldn’t create more crankiness or mess-ups.

“Unlike you, I don’t need it.” He adds. He looks up towards the sky, making his sharp jaw visible to you and you curse the world for making him so attractive. You wondered then what kind of boyfriend he was to Daisy. And you wonder about the rumor of him and the Wakanda girl. Did he sleep with her? Was he good? Your questions in your head are interrupted as he continues, “We should get going. The sun is getting brighter and we can’t afford to lose one more day.”

Steve looked at you both like you were his two children going off to their first day of college and then he saluted you both goodbye.

Not one word was shared as you followed Bucky into the woods until what felt like three hours later.

The entire way, he hadn’t been kind enough to slow down for you, so you trailed behind him by at least fifteen feet.

You didn’t want to admit to defeat, but your lungs were burning and your legs were too. It wasn’t until he briefly stopped that you thanked the heavens.

As you caught up to his side, you saw what he had paused to look at.

There in front of you was an entire city. It was destroyed, defeated, and reeking of death and evil.

The broken and sharp metal of what had once been pretty buildings were now pointed into the sky. Heavy dust with lingering smoke, that had never gone away, still floated above the city like a dark halo.

You swallowed painfully, thirsty, and afraid.

Sure, he was an avenger, but the bacteria...

You looked at him, unsure.

“Bucky, we can’t go through the city. We have to stay on the outskirts,” he ignored you, taking a step forward and commencing his walk towards the city. You watched, unmoved, “It’s too dangerous, Bucky, we don’t know what is in that air—” You finally sighed and ran up to him, pulling on the sleeve of his coat, “Bucky—“

He quickly snapped around to look at you, “We are going through the city. You think I came all this way for safety? You think I care? You think I’m some kind of coward? That we’ll just be taking the easy way out for everything? Or do you actually have any courageous and strong bone in that pathetic body of yours?” His words attack your ego and you practically flinch at the last question, slowly letting go of his sleeve. He’s breathing hard through his nose and you watch as he runs a hand over his face. He points back with his metal arm, “It’s the quickest route. We’re on atimed schedule. I don’t have time for safety or convenience. I’ll go alone if that’s what it takes. Come with me or not.”

He doesn’t bother giving you another glance before commencing his walk into the destroyed city. You practically hear the howl of the wind and you pull the hood higher over your head.

You consider his words. You were trying to be safer, but he was right. This would be the quickest way and it wasn’t like you weren’t at least partially prepared for this.

You took a deep breath and followed him.

Bucky wouldn’t admit it, but he was momentarily shocked when he saw you right next to him.

He took the first step into the pavement, a dry leaf crunch under his boot. The sound echoed in the air.

You were both faced with what once was the main road, fallen traffic lights and power lines lined the street.

Cars were overturned, some destroyed completely either by fire or vandalism. The buildings, if they weren’t destroyed, were broken into and also vandalized. Overgrown shrubs were beginning to grow over the street signs and into the cracks of the sidewalk.

It was also terrifying how quiet it was.

You didn’t trust it.

It was obvious Bucky was reluctant just as much as you because his pace matched yours, and at some point, he had even pulled out his gun.

Your eyes darted around as you passed the empty cars and buses. One of the cars even had what appeared to be kids' toys - a stuffed teddy bear and a baby mirror - and you shuddered looking away, not wanting to know what happened here.

Bucky’s gun followed his eyes and immediately you wondered how long its been that he’s left camp.

“How long has it been since you’ve been outside like this?” You ask.

He’s quiet as you both step over a fallen street sign that advertised some kind of clothing brand, and you take his silence as an answer, giving up.

“A while.”

You’re surprised that he responded and your eyebrows shoot up.

You wait a minute and take another bite.

“Not used to it anymore, huh?” He doesn’t respond, “I can tell.”

“Is this your idea of small talk?” He snaps.

“I’m just trying to make conversation. I’m stuck with you for the next six months, might as well.”

“No. I’m stuck with you.”

You have to force yourself not to roll your eyes. Your joyous walk continues for a few more miles until you both turn onto a street where a train now lies.

You both stare at it, confused and surprised, wondering how the hell it got there. But judging by the entry holes on the buildings on either side, it was obvious that it had probably been thrown by means of an explosion of some sort.

And you would both have to somehow get around it.

As you approached the train car, you and Bucky came to a halt.

“I’ll go first since I’m heavier. Make sure it doesn’t topple over or isn’t booty-trapped.” Bucky says, tightening his bag strap over his body, “Stand back.”

You did as you were told and watched from a small distance as he began to climb into one of the cars which had its doors still open. Some bodies that had been reduced to skeletons were still inside.

You held tightly onto the straps of your backpack, apprehensively.

Eventually, Bucky had hopped out on to the other side with a huff.

He turned to face you.

“Your turn.”

You took a deep breath and a step forward, the leaves and glass debris breaking under your feet.

Your eyes met, and once again it was like that first time he saw you in the tent.

You looked down at the cart cautiously before stepping onto it. You clenched and unclenched your right hand, and with your left, you used it to help hoist yourself onto the train.

It rocked beneath your weight with a heavy groan and your eyes shot up to his in fear.

He leaned his right arm on the side of the car for support, and with his left, he stretched it out for you to take.

You look down to where he stood on the ground, and you swallowed, scared at how far the jump looked.

He wiggled his fingers and you were about to stretch your own arm out to take his hand when you saw something move behind him.

A man.

“Oh, my God.”

It was too fast for you to even recollect what happened, but suddenly you were on top of Bucky. You were screaming and he was cursing and you saw the silhouette of the man next to you.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Bucky shouted, until fully turning around to see what you were looking at.

He cursed before pulling you behind him to shield you. He ran you both back towards a destroyed building on the far side of the street and finally aimed his gun at the man who was groaning, a green/black substance oozing out of his mouth like foam.

Bucky didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger, sending multiple gunshots into the man’s chest. He fell forward onto the street, dead.

You stumbled back and found Bucky’s hold on you soothing before he roughly pulled away and looked down at you, disappointed.

“Seriously?”

You inhaled deeply through your nose, feeling the dig of the building behind you.

How dare he snap at you for protecting him.

“You asshole. He was about to —”

“I don’t need you to protect me. If anything, you made it worst.”

“How the hell did I make it worst?” Bucky snarled, “What if I fell on him, huh? What if we both did?”

“But we didn’t!” You could feel your heart in your veins; in your head.

Bucky rolled his eyes as he swung his gun back down, relaxing his stance.

“Jesus fuck.” He mumbled under his breath, walking away from you, “I don’t know how you survived three years. It’s like it’s a joke to you.”

You feel your tears in your eyes before you push yourself off the wall and walked right past him so this time you were the one leading the way.

“I do what I can.” You mumble.

“Pathetic is what you are.” You wouldn’t cry. You wouldn’t. Your pace grew faster as he continued on, “You don’t—” he grabbed onto your arm, making you quickly turn around and face him. You didn’t hide the tears and you knew very well he could see them. He looked into your eyes with his pretty blue ones, “You don’t hesitate to save your own life,” he tucked your scarf that had come loose tighter around your face, and for a second you thought maybe and finally, he had a change of heart. But his next words killed that as he stepped away, dropping his hand, “We can’t risk getting infected. And I can’t risk you getting me infected, either. I might be a super soldier, but we don’t know how that thing affects people like me.”

Him. It was always about him and his safety.

“What about me? What about me getting infected or killed?” He took a step closer to you.

“You signed up for this. You know the risk.”

He walked past you.

“So I should care about your life, but not about mine?”

“What I’m saying is you need to be careful.” You were about to say something else when he finished with, “Now tie your boots before you get us both killed by you tripping onto me.”

With a snarl, you looked down to see that, indeed, your left shoe was untied.

Shit.

An hour after your fight, the winds grew stronger and your visibility was down to two feet. You hadn’t spoken to each other since, and to be fairly honest, it’s not like you wanted to speak to him anyway.

After the winds had calmed down, you had both made it through the city and were now walking through what had once been crops. Now it was just coarse sand and rough rocks.

You wanted to ask him if you could rest for a few minutes, at least to have something to eat. But you were so afraid of what he would say to you.

But as you both walked and walked, it became harder.

Eventually, you stopped, and he also stopped to look at you. Your face was crestfallen.

“I’m not a super soldier like you. I need to eat. Maybe have a sip of water.”

Bucky looked you down but then turned and continued walking again.

You wanted to cry.

Did he want you down on your knees? Would that be enough for him?

After a few minutes, you reached forest land again.

You watched as Bucky walked off to the left side and sat against a tree.

You wanted to cry in relief.

You practically ran to him, sitting next to him against the tree. You pulled off your backpack and he did the same with his.

You both sat there, chewing on some nuts and fruits and sipping water.

Afterward, Bucky threw his eaten apple into the leaves and rested his head up against the tree.

You took that moment to observe him, but not making it too obvious.

Your promise to Steve resonates in your head.

He looked so young to you that you began to wonder how old he was, biologically. There was no way he was older than thirty-eight. You felt pity that he suffered so much so young.

“Can I ask you something?” You know you were fetching far. But screw it. His answer, was a tilt of his head and a peak of a blue iris at you, “how old are you?”

He squinted his eyes at you, “Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, I know you’re in your hundreds, but biologically?”

He looked away from you and closed his eyes again. His mouth was in a straight, harsh line.

“A lot older than you.”

You bit your lip, looking away.

“I miss my life before this. I miss Netflix and Spotify. Damnit, I miss Halsey.” His expression is unchanged, “Did you ever have a favorite song? You know, before — before everything?”

He knows what you’re asking but he doesn’t answer you. Instead, he runs two hands down his face and announces that you should both get going again.

You’re disappointed.

You had quickly gotten over the fact that he would never like you, if anything he hated you, but you both needed to find a common ground of respect, especially if you would be spending this much time together.

But he still wouldn’t abide by you. It was like he just didn’t care. Were you going to have to show him your true colors?

Eventually, the sun was beginning to set and Bucky suggested you both should set up camp.

He built a fire using wood and a lighter while you laid down both your blankets. He eyed you over the fire as you put his blanket straight across from his.

He wanted to thank you but his words wouldn’t come out. He was still stuck on the question you had asked him.

After the fire was just right, he tucked himself onto his uncomfortable grey blanket and laid his head on his arm.

Your eyes closed tightly together as you tried your best to go to sleep. You folded your knees against your small chest into a fetal position, to keep warm.

Bucky watched you from across the fire. You were a good girl.

But you shouldn’t be doing this. You were the kind of girl that was supposed to live in the aftermath of the successful mission, not the one fighting for it. You were going to get hurt.

Just like he did.

And he hated you for it. You were so young and had so much to live for.

He hated that he felt so many emotions for you that made him want to scream at you and make you go away. He wasn’t sure what they were but he knew none of them was anything romantic.

He would never feel that way about anyone else ever again.

He turned around in his blanket and closed his eyes tight together.

He did have a favorite song.

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light-macadamia · 3 years

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courage.

day 20 of the july writing challenge ~

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It was my wording that tripped me up. I could have just said "bye", or "cheers". But it is the subtle difference between "see you later" and — how stupid — "see you tomorrow" that really raised an alarm.

Of course, Rottie was quick not to miss it.

"Hold up, hold up."

I winced a little before turning around, just in time to be policed. He looked me up and down, studying carefully, trying to read like a book. I silently mocked this charade, because the furthest he is able to get is the front page.

"You are coming out later tonight though, right?" he asked.

Ok, maybe he can get through the first chapter.

I did not say anything, still trying to summon some resolve, and it was taking a while.

"Tonight is the night," Rottie said sternly.

"Ah, the night," Ajax repeated with a far more relaxed tone. You might think he was trying to diffuse the situation, but he just stumbled onto a word he fancied. He got a serious kick out of being all eloquent and cryptic.

"When the gods call upon the dogs, the lighthouse of the dark sky guiding their way..."

"Yes, Ajax, that sounds great, but quit it for now. I need to make sure Gizmo doesn't have anything up his sleeve."

I scoffed.

"Like what?"

"Like not coming."

"Guys..." I started, without knowing where the sentence would lead me. I did not want to lie, nor could I afford another broken promise. "My allergies can be a little unpredictable, is all."

"Then take the meds," Rottie pushed on.

"They make me sleepy," an equal push back.

The two of us could keep this tug of war going forever, but the truth is, my sense of guilt was pulling right behind him. I knew how much this meant to him. Rottie is loyal through and through, and then some. He was the typical glue of the group, holding otherwise unlikely pieces together. Like, say, Ajax loving poetry and me absolutely hating it.

The thing is, I don't think glue was enough to hold me.

You'd need a massive stapler. Maybe a nail gun.

And not because of poetry.

"Look, I'll text you, alright?"

I walked away before either of my friends had a chance to speak. The quickest way to get someone off your back, is to make sure it is disappearing right off sight with the speed of lightning.

The winds' howling was making my heart feel even heavier. I reached my home, slinked headphones on, wrapped myself in a blanket burrito and started demonstrating professional-level sulking.

I thought about how much it sucks to have me as a pack member. And it was probably even worse having me as a friend.

It hurt so much to see them try. Rottie was inviting me to come out every month. Ajax would try to cheer me up with some foul verses. One time, one of them had my meds on hand, just to make sure I could stick around.

If only I had the courage. Just a tiny sliver of it, the tiniest. Like with procrastinating essays, for instance, there is a small, hidden speck of willpower that you mostly ignore. It's not much, just a tiny spark, but if you focus on it, if you just let it do its thing and trust it, you can do it.

But no matter how much I tried, I could never find the same spark for my greatest fear. I was all alone in the shadows. Cast into the deep black waters with nothing to keep me afloat, nothing to hold on to, or pull me up.

And that's how it is. Choosing my weakness over strength almost every month, because there was no choice in it ever, really.

I am a werewolf paralyzed by the fear of the dark.

And an equally ironic dog allergy.

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Sunburn Aftercare - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @stilinskiparker Characters: Dylan O’Brien x Reader Word Count: 1,082 Warnings: Fluff, A/N: So, I’ve had this in the works for about a week now, lol. I went to the beach with my dad for Father’s Day and came back with my shoulders burnt. So, I thought to myself, “What would happen if...” and this came about! I really hope you guys like it! As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Go to the beach, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. You’ll get to lay out and get your tan on, they said. What they didn’t tell me was that we were going to be out in the sun for three hours in the California heat. Despite having on a shit ton of sunscreen and being in the water most of the time, I still managed to get burnt.

What was I doing in California, you ask? Visiting an old family friend. And by old family friend, I mean that our dad’s are really good friends and have been since the late 80’s. I was roughly three years younger than the oldest child and about 18 months from the second. They were my best friends in the whole world, almost like siblings to me. Who are they, you might ask? Well, I’ll tell you; Julia and Dylan.

We’d spent an awesome day at the beach with our families, soaking up the sun and spending time in the ocean. My happy place.

After the parents decided that it was time to go back to Dyl’s house, we packed up our beach gear and loaded up in the cars, heading to said location. About seven showers later, and we were ready to head off to eat!

With dinner in our bellies and the moon shining bright in the sky, my dad and stepmom went back to their hotel while Julia went back to her and Dylan’s parents house. Me, on the other hand, I went back to Dylan’s house with him, not ready to end the night.

Apparently, my skin told me otherwise.

Now, while I usually burn from the sun, it’s normally not that bad. But this. Whole different ball game. I was tired, I could feel the heat from the burn coming off my skin, and I was hurting. Sometime during dinner, I started feeling uncomfortable in my shoulders where my shirt rested. I think Dylan noticed because he offered for me to go back to his place to finish hanging out; AKA to take care of me and my sunburn.

I was currently sitting on the couch watching Monsters University, wearing one of Dyl’s tank tops he offered to me. Hearing padding on the floor, I turned my head a little, watching as Dylan walked to the back of the couch, handing me a water and some pain meds.

“Here, take this,” he said. “It’ll help with the pain.”

I reached up as best I could with an uncomfortable look on my face, saying, “Thanks.” After opening the water, I took a small sip before placing the two red and blue pills in my mouth and swallowing them down.

He rounded the couch with the Aloe Vera lotion I had packed just in case. “Sit up a little bit. We gotta put this on.”

I whined, like a child, but sat up a little anyway, hearing him chuckle behind me.

“Pick up your hair. I’m gonna lift the back of your shirt up,” he said.

Doing as he said, I felt the shirt being lifted from my back and up over my head. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“Putting the shirt over your head,” he replied, duh tone to his voice.

“Dyl, I’m braless. What if it falls?”

“Then don’t let it fall.”

I sighed, not in the mood to fight him on this. “Your Stiles is showing.”

He chuckled, lightly skimming the pads of his fingers on my shoulder. I winced and pulled away from him for a moment before relaxing. Putting his fingers back on shoulder as lightly as he could, he said, “I know it hurts. It’s just like your mom used to say; the sooner it goes on, the sooner you’ll start feeling better.”

I hung my head at the mention of my mom, missing her like crazy. This didn’t go unnoticed by my best friend.

He sighed, still lightly rubbing the lotion into my skin. “I miss her, too.”

“I’m just grateful that your mom is like a second one to me,” I whispered.

He stilled his gentle rubbing on my shoulders for a moment before continuing the motions, little whimpers coming from me every so often.

Moving down to my back, the coolness of the lotion felt amazing on my skin. I hummed in content, almost leaning back into his touch.

Once he was done, he moved to sit on the table in front of me, helping me to put the shirt back over my head and down my back, carefully placing the straps of the tank top back on my shoulders. “Look at me,” he said, voice soft.

I looked at him just as he looked down to get just a little bit more lotion to put on my face. I was staring at him as he did this, and the sudden urge to kiss him hit me like a bus.

Once he was done with that, he placed his hands on my cheeks, looking at me with such intensity, I thought I was in trouble for something. But the look in his eye told me the same thing I was feeling; just lean in.

Leaning forward, I placed my hands on his cheeks, bringing his face towards mine. The feeling of his lips on mine took me into another world, what seemed like.

After a few seconds of our lips moving in sync, Dylan pulled away, gently placing his forehead on mine, both of us catching our breaths.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” he whispered, to which I nodded before he added, “I’ve been wanting to do that since before my sixteenth birthday.”

“How long before?” I asked, moving my hands from his cheeks to the point where his neck and shoulders meet.

He shrugged, “I don’t know. When you guys came to visit.”

I pulled back a little, thinking it over before it hit me. “That was like 2 weeks before your birthday. You were still fifteen.”

Nodding, he said, “Yeah. It would’ve been weird for a sixteen year old to want to kiss a fourteen year old, right?”

I thought it over for a moment again before I nodded, “Yeah, it would’ve been awkward.”

We shared a chuckle before he moved to sit next to me, carefully putting his arm over my shoulder. I looked back at the tv, continuing my movie when he leaned next to my ear.

“What’s this movie even about?”

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langdxn · 4 years

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Hey hey! I really liked the Richard fic you recently posted, I haven't seen many people writing for him! Could you write some smut for Richard? Maybe something where the reader and him sneak around the clinic in the middle of the night bc they both can't sleep and end up having sex somewhere? 👀I'll leave it up to you, I just really love your writing!

Awh thank you very much anon, I’m so glad you liked it! Richard’s our soft boi and I love writing for him so much, I had to give him a new aspect here just for fun. Hope this is what you were looking for, anon! ❤️

You weren’t usually this nervous introducing yourself to clinic newcomers.

After gazing at him from your dark corner of the lounge for three weeks straight, convincing yourself there would never be a right time to greet Richard, you decided the perfect time to approach him would have to be at 4am on a Wednesday.

“Can’t sleep?”

Richard’s focus remained on the TV set, volume low to not wake the rest of the clinic.

“Me neither,” you sighed, slumping into the seat beside him. Uncomfortable, its padding had seen better days, but the clinic wasn’t there to make life easy for you.

“I’m Y/N. You’re Richard, right?”

A nod.

“Jonah’s been talking about you. Won’t shut up about you actually. It’s not all nice things but that just means he likes you, at least in Jonah’s language anyway.”

Richard’s gaze dropped to his lap, clearly unwilling to discuss his roommate. Your plethora of inane icebreakers was wearing thin already.

“I’m not taking their meds either. You think they’d have noticed when there’s a pair of insomniacs sat wide awake in the lounge that should’ve been out for the count four hours ago.”

He stifled a snicker under his breath, curling his long brunette hair behind his ear. Assuming this stony silence couldn’t last forever, you rose to your feet and stood in front of him, completely blocking his view of the flickering screen. Outstretching a hand before him, you smiled warmly.

“Walk with me?”

He took a second to deliberate, quirking an eyebrow and meeting your eyes with his, before taking your hand as you whisked him away.

Treading out into the humid summer night, you headed for the tire swings as Richard trailed obediently. You picked a swing in the middle, leaving Richard no choice but to sit beside you. He took a seat tentatively, gazing at you for the next instruction.

“So what do you think of this place so far?”

“Could be worse,” Richard huffed, you flinched slightly at the first words you’d heard escape his lips.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you laughed dismissively, scuffing your sneakers in the dust beneath your feet. “I could still be living with my parents.”

Concern suddenly washed over his face, brows furrowed as he looked at you softly.

“What did they do?”

“Ah, you know,” you started swinging nervously, gliding your feet back to throw yourself forwards. “Threw stuff whenever I said something out of turn. Threw me out the door when something didn’t go their way. Argued more than they talked. Packed suitcases, smashed plates, the usual.”

“That—that’s not the usual,” Richard muttered, crossing his feet as the momentum of your swing carried him away.

“Yeah, I know it isn’t. Just makes it easier if I pretend it’s what everybody else does.”

A tense pause between you allowed you to hear the crickets in the summer night, a cacophony of natural nocturnal creatures that also avoided taking their sleeping meds.

“My parents couldn’t understand what was wrong with me,” Richard sighed solemnly, you scuffed your feet on the ground to halt your swing. “They just left me here so they could get on with their lives.”

“That’s not the usual either,” you murmured.

“Yeah, I know.”

Richard slammed his feet into the dirt, sliding from his swing to lean against the tree, a slight pout scrunching his lips.

“Hey, don’t worry,” you shushed him as you untangled yourself from the tire swing and stopped in front of him, your sneakers bumping his. You raised a caring hand to brush his brooding brunette fringe from his eyes and gently cupped his cheek. “Fuck them. We’ve got each other now, right?”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” His deep blue eyes sparkled even in the dim light, a troubled gaze meeting yours.

“Because we’re in this together, Richard. We’re two fucked up kids stuck in this shithole until they decide we’re mentally fit to be released back into the real world.”

“Oh and it also helps I’ve had a crush on you since I first saw you.”

You winced at your blunt delivery, almost hoping he hadn’t heard you.

He definitely heard you.

Richard snaked both his hands around your waist and drew you into him, enveloping your lips with his. Your hands draped around his neck and pulled him closer, fireworks bursting in your mind as you melted into his touch.

Trailing his grasp down to your hips, Richard spun you both around until you were pressed up against the sharp bark of the tree, your hair swinging recklessly around you and wooden nodules resting in the small of your back as he allowed his hands to wander up your chest. Grabbing handfuls of your breasts, he kneaded lightly at the flimsy nightdress between you. Unadulterated moans slipped through your conjoined lips followed by a searing path of heat coursing down between your legs, willing your shaking knees to hold you up.

His soft fingertips journeyed down to clutch your thigh, wrapping it slickly around his hips allowing him access to your already dampened panties.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you ever since I got here,” he hummed against your lips as you pulled him in deeper, nibbling the tip of his tongue to draw him into your mouth as a contented grunt escaped him.

He reluctantly broke away from your kiss to glance down and take in the view of you curled around him, clinging onto him, rivers of arousal spilling from your core down onto his jeans.

“You’re so beautiful,” he cooed. You shared a knowing glance, he traced a finger towards your panties, scooping them aside in one smooth flick, exposing your folds enough to slide two fingers inside you.

You threw your head back against the tree as he curled his fingers against your walls, tracing gentle flicks inside you as your hands hesitantly wandered to unbutton his jeans. Retrieving his cock from its denim incarceration, you gently pumped a few times before his hand slipped out of your cunt and helped you line up with his length. He edged his hips into you until his tip parted your entrance, his eyes firing into the back of his head on contact.

“Fu—fuck, you’re so tight,” Richard murmured as he slipped inside you, disguising his soft moans by planting hot kisses up your neck.

Your heavy breaths and lazy scratches under his shirt spoke the words you couldn’t find as he increased the tempo of his thrusts into your dripping walls, the sounds of your slapping skin echoing around the basketball court behind you.

“You’re so wet for me,” he moaned, setting a torturous pace peppered with gratuitous grunts falling from his tongue. Richard felt the unmistakable tugs of your walls as pressure began to build deep inside you and smiled.

“You’re close already?” He thrust his hips into you like punctuation, forcing helpless moans from your parted lips. “I need you to say it for me, babe.”

His relentless pounding into your walls had rendered you entirely speechless, so much that you couldn’t remember the last time you spoke to Richard while he was rutting into you. You cupped his face in your hands, planting rushed kisses across his cheeks and lips pleading to let you tip over the edge of your climax.

“Richard, I—I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum—“

“It’s okay Y/N, I’ve got you,” he husked, holding you flush to his chest and curling his hips deeper into you. “Let go for me.”

Your clouded eyes rolled up to the night sky as your orgasm took control of you, Richard’s spread hands digging into your hips as he gave in to his own release, pouring slowly against your walls with a loud, unrestrained moan.

As you caught your breath coming down from your high, you met his piercing blue eyes with a warm, caring gaze.

“I better tell Jonah the only way to get you talking is by screwing you against a tree at 4am,” you chuckled, earning you a cheeky glare from Richard as he slipped out of your dripping folds.

“I better tell Jonah the only way to shut you up is by pounding you against a tree at 4am.”

“Fuck you, Richard,” you slapped his chest playfully, carefully unhooking your legs from his waist to drop to the ground.

“You just did, babe.”

#the last time i saw richard #cody fern #richard x reader

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sserpente · 6 years

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Cool me down | Loki Summer Series Part I Imagine Tony Stark invites you all to spend a relaxing week in Greece. You insist that Loki joins you and after some agitated convincing on your behalf, he does. Sounds like a promising vacation, no?

A/N: Wow! Throughout several parts, this Imagine will literally combine six requests from four anons, @reebgirl13 and @thatcrazyfangirl100 and eleven of my own ideas. Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 2181 Warnings: aerophobia

“Who’s ready for a week in Greece?!”

“Wait, what?” Smiling, you looked up from your book and watched Tony Stark, aka the owner and billionaire of this massive building you were allowed to live in, dramatically enter the room with a sly smirk on his face.

The rest of the present Avengers, all of them occupied with their favourite activities, which included Captain America reading the newspaper, Natasha and Bruce sipping coffee and Thor abusing Tony’s X-Box, mimicked your reaction.

“Spontaneous vacation trip. You know. Summer, sun, sex on the beach…” He trailed off, wriggling his eyebrows. It sounded wonderful. The heat was killing you, a luxurious bathtub filled with cold water barely replacing a refreshing pool or the vast sea.

Tony often surprised you with pricey last-minute gifts. Obviously, with the amount of money on his bank account, a week in Greece was barely worth mentioning.

“That sounds amazing, Tony.”

But what sounded even more amazing was that you would get to introduce Loki to a typical Midgardian vacation. Unbeknownst to him, you had taken quite a liking into him. A mischievous god from outer space, outrageously handsome with a dominant villain complex… it all drew you to him like bees round a honeypot and now that he had changed for the better, healed a little and decided to help Thor save the world from Thanos… you had hopelessly fallen in love with him.

“When are we leaving?” Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Tonight. My jet will be ready in a few hours.”

Which meant you had to start packing right away and tell FRIDAY to order some sunscreen. What protective factor did Frost Giants need anyway?

“Alright. We can manage. Thank you, Tony. I’ll go and tell Loki.” You announced, putting your book down to stand up and making an effort to leave the room.

“Sorry, kid.” Tony replied unnerved. “I’ve only booked five suites.” That’s right. Clint was staying home with his family and with Bruce and Natasha sharing a suite, there were four left for Steve, you, Thor and Tony himself. His ice cold tone drove daggers straight through your heart. He had purposely excluded him then.

“What do you expect him to do, stay here and sulk away in your library?” It wasn’t like the God of Mischief had been doing just that the entire time already; leaving him behind like this, however, felt incredibly wrong. Had he not suffered enough? The Avengers had all promised to Thor to give Loki a chance. It certainly did not feel like that right now.

“Suites, you say? There’s still enough space then. Loki can stay with me.”

“(Y/N), no. I don’t want to spend my vacation with a would-be god with a ruling complex. Reindeer Games stays here where FRIDAY can keep an eye on him, period.”

“Stark, why not?” Thor tossed in, finally pausing his wrestling game. Had he… actually named his character Thor the Thunderer? “Loki has changed for the better, I don’t see why my brother shouldn’t join us.”

“Maybe it’s because he tried to kill each and every one of us at least once?” Natasha responded unsolicited. You rolled your eyes.

“If Loki is not coming, I’m not coming.” You stated, crossing your arms.

“Why are you defending him?” Steve had finally abandoned the newspaper on the counter and now faced you sternly like he did when he gave orders on a mission. He made you shrug defiantly. Frankly, you were not going to tell them you were crushing on the mischievous Trickster. Hell, not even Loki himself knew about that.

Tony faked gagging. “Fine. Take him. But he’s yours—and Thor’s—responsibility. Something happens, he’s acting funny or misbehaves, I’ll send him straight back and lock him in a cell.” Because that worked out so well the first time you did it, you thought. Or the second time.

Rolling your eyes once more, you nodded and finally left the room, seeking out Loki in the billionaire’s library. He looked like a statue as he sat there on the windowsill, raven hair hanging into his face and blue eyes focused on the many letters in his book. A silent sigh escaped your lips.

“Loki?”

He looked up in an instant. Surely, he must have noticed your presence already but you often came here to read in peace as well, he did not expect you to come in because of him. He frowned in a surprised manner.

“Yes?”

“Tony is taking us on a trip to Greece for a week.”

The Trickster lightly shook his head, raising his eyebrows and pouting a little as he said— “Well, have fun then.”

“Oh but you’re invited too.”

Now, you had really confused him. Loki shut the book he had been reading, his entire godly body turning towards you. You gasped inaudibly—you hoped.

“Is that true?” He asked mockingly, a barely visible but irresistible smirk playing on his thin lips.

“Of course! It’ll be fun?” You offered friendlily. But this time it was Loki who rolled his eyes.

“No. I do not like the heat, besides, I would much rather spend my time here, surrounded by books instead of these self-proclaimed superheroes.”

“Your brother is one of them.” You shot back, shaking your head irritated. “Please, Loki. Come with me. We can swim in the sea, eat ice cream, jet-ski… please?”

The God of Mischief took a deep breath. Blue eyes boring intently into yours, he seemed to consider for a moment. “No.” He concluded disgusted. But you were not going to give up just yet.

Grinning to yourself, you approached him and unceremoniously sank down on his lap to wrap your arms around his neck, enjoying how his soft hair felt against your forearms. He did not complain.

Loki had grown quite used to your hugs after a while. You loved being affectionate when it came to him, knowing that he could use the occasional cuddle, for you insisted that even if he did not show or pretended not to be fond of it—he rather liked the closeness.

“Are you trying to manipulate me?” He teased, fighting back another smirk.

“Maybe? Is it working?”

Loki chuckled darkly, the sound sending pleasant shivers up and down your spine and then, straight between your legs. You shifted inconspicuously.

“No.” He was going to say something else. You knew when he sighed. “I’ll come. Just this once.”

Squealing, you hugged him even tighter.

A couple of hours later, with your suitcases packed and your sunscreen (and a brand-new pair of sunglasses because you could not resist) at the ready, you found yourself in Tony Stark’s private jet and sank down on the soft leather seat next to Loki, immediately fastening your seatbelt even though the engine wasn’t even on yet.

Yes. This was one disadvantage of travelling—aerophobia. Taking a shaking breath, you dug your nails into the leather and closed your eyes for a bit to calm down. Fortunately, you usually didn’t get sick but the fear was always there.

“Are you alright?” Loki asked quietly. So quiet in fact, that none of the other boarding Avengers were able to hear it. You flinched when the engine hummed to life and started rolling along the landing strip to take off.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just… a little fear of flying… or much rather, of crashing and bursting asunder into a million pieces.” You admitted. You never realised you had grabbed Loki’s arm for support—his dark leather armour replaced with light green clothing revealing his pale forearms—and holding on to him for dear life.

His smile was genuine, warming your heart as he did not pull away and instead, put his hand on yours. His touch cooled you down and heated you up at the very same time. Your heart jumped. Well… that way, twelve hours would pass in no time.

And fortunately, they did. You fell asleep quickly to wake up in Santorin, Greece. The spot Tony had chosen was isolated from the many tourists destroying the peace. The sea was blue, the typically Greek buildings hovering into a cloudless sky and when you landed, the hotel was beyond anything you had expected from the billionaire. High ceilings, ornamented with golden paintings and decorated with chandeliers, ancient carpets and a smoothly polished marble floor…

The receptionist handed you all your keys—heavy golden metal pieces with a beautiful pendant. You turned to Loki when you received yours.

“We share a room, if that’s alright?” You began, realising now you had not yet told him you were going to be staying in the same suite. “They didn’t have any more suites.” You lied, adding a silent Actually, Tony wanted you to stay home but I queered his pitch.

“I shall promise not to stab you in your sleep.” Loki mocked jokingly, making you grin and blush at the very same time. Perhaps you could already consider him a friend. He never joked around like this with anyone else, expect for Thor maybe. It almost seemed like he knew something you had not quite figured out yet.

So, as soon as you had dropped your hand luggage and admired the luxurious suite as well as the view from your balcony, you got changed into more comfortable clothes. Given it was around six pm in Santorin already, you could barely wait to browse the streets and markets—and to take Loki with you, of course.

“Are you ready?” You asked excitedly, finding Loki leaning against the balustrade of the balcony, blue eyes fixed on the sea. Honestly, the colour of his eyes was more beautiful than the Med.

The God of Mischief frowned. “Where do you want to go?”

“Out. Exploring a little.” You shrugged. “Maybe we’ll find a nice restaurant.” You had taken some money with you, of course and you were ready to spend it on some delicious local food. Joyfully, you smiled when Loki nodded.

Five minutes later and without telling Stark where you both had gone, Loki and you were strolling down a small market offering food, toys for children, souvenirs and jewellery. You resisted the urge to reach for his hand and hold it, unsure of how the Trickster would react if you did. You had the entire week to get closer to him, after all.

Then, you nearly collided with his broad back when he suddenly stopped to admire some pieces of jewellery in a glass cabinet. There were diamonds in all colours of the rainbow, decorative golden and silver rings, earrings, necklaces and bracelets. One of them shone out in particular—it was a golden necklace, twenty carat, and equipped with a beautiful green diamond. Was it an emerald?

Your fascinated gaze instantly caught the beautiful piece of jewellery. It reminded you of him. Loki chuckled when he noticed.

“Would you like to have it?” He asked, ignoring how the seller of the jewellery stand joined you both with a mumbled Kalispéra.

Shocked, you looked up. “Oh, no, no. It’s beyond beautiful but that’s way too expensive for my budget.”

Loki smirked. A green shimmering of light coated his hand for just the fraction of a second and then, suddenly, he was holding a very thick bundle of banknotes. The seller’s eyes widened but so did yours.

“Wait, where is this money from?”

The God of Mischief shrugged. “I took it from Stark’s wallet.” Your jaw dropped. Perhaps you should be mad at him for stealing from the billionaire, yet on the other hand it posed the perfect payback for him refusing to take Loki to Greece. You giggled.

“Consider it a gift. You were the only one who wanted me to join this vacation, were you not?” You sighed. He was perceptive beyond your comprehension. So this was what he had known this entire time. Smiling and fighting back tears of affection, you nodded and bit your lower lip as you watched Loki point at the golden necklace for the seller to take it out of the cabinet. He handed to him, named the price (a price that made you gulp) and Loki paid him with scrutinising eyes, with you realising then his magic had not only conjured money but also the correct currency.

As soon as the seller had left again, the God of Mischief smirked. “Turn around.” He demanded softly. You obliged, goose bumps spreading on your skin when he brushed your hair to the side, fingers ghosting over your sensitive neck. Painfully slow, he put it on you.

You looked down. It looked absolutely breath-taking. “Thank you, Loki.” You whispered, feeling the cool gold caressing your skin as you reached for it to feel it with your fingers. Wearing his colours now, you felt like he had just claimed you to be his. You wished, desperately, that it were true.

“Let us go down to the beach for a bit.” He suggested then. You nodded. This time you did not hesitate to simply hold his hand. Loki did not pull away. This week was going to be amazing.

Part II can be found on my masterlist!

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Nuka World

A new beginning

Part 1

Riley kicked open the small door which led to a small employee locker room, she quickly scanned the room for enemies. Huffing she lowered her gun and slammed the door. Rage boiled within her, who the hell did Coulter think he was speaking to her like that? Too much had she put up with to be in the place she was.This gauntlet was fucking ridiculous and Riley would be damned if someone douched up random was going to end her life here. She kicked a locker door in frustration when a thick gravelly voice came through on the small intercom.

"Alright listen the hell up if you wanna make it out of this alive. I've only got a minute. Find the intercom on the wall and we can talk." He persisted.

"Who the hell are you? What the hell is this place?" Riley demanded, her tone tight.

"Now just calm down, I'm the guy that's gonna get you outta this alive. So, listen up." He instructed.

"Oh yeah? And what the hell is in it for you huh?" She challenged her forehead scrunching up.

"This ain't about whats in it for me. Both of us reap the rewards if you can pull this off. Now are you gonna listen or not?" Then man insisted.

"Go on." She groaned pushing her short blonde hair out of her face.

"My kind of gal. Look: you made it this far, so you obviously have some skills. But this fight coming up is rigged. You get me? Overbook Coulter....his power armour is set up to draw energy from the electric grid in the arena. You get what I'm saying?" He explained with a huff. Of course she expected no less from a raider, no matter what they would always fight for the better hand. But the suit it self intrigued her. Riley loved her tech and mechanical work, she was determined to get that armour. If she made it out alive that is.

"That's some real bullshit if you ask me." She complained rolling her eyes

"Yeah that's exactly why you're gonna do something about it. You wanna win? I stashed a weapon in the lockers, that's gonna be your ticket out." He said, the intercom the made a static sound as his voice cut out.

Riley turned on her heels as her sea green eyes scanned the bright red lockers. Noticing the first aid box on the bench she made a beeline for it. 'Two stimpaks and a syringe of med-x is all they are going to give me what the hell' she thought. She rummaged through the neighbouring lockers to find the weapon he was speaking of....a thirst zapper really.

"You have got to be kidding me," Riley muttered as she picked it up. Turning back around she made her way to the intercom and pushed the response button.

"Is this a fucking... squirt gun?" She griped.

"Yeah yeah, I know what it looks like. You're just gonna have to trust me ok. Do you think you can do that?" He questioned.

"This isn't going to work, but ok. If you get me kill I'll fucking haunt you, I hope you understand. I'll be extra poltergeist-y" she sneered tucking her shotgun back into its strap.

"Look I'm not that big of a dick. Once that water hits his electrically charged power armour, the circuits are gonna short out and kill his defense. But you will only have so much time before those circuits recharge. You take out Coulter, the prize will be worth it for all that time in the gauntlet." The man compromised.

"Staying hydrated is more than half the battle, right?" She laughed a small smile appearing on her face.

"He ain't got a choice." He snickered his southern draw thickened. Something about this man intrigued her she wanted to meet him face-to-face.

"Alright it's time, I'll open the door. I hope to see you on the other side." He spoke and let the intercom cut out again.

Gripping the gun Riley made her way out of the room and through the hall until it ended. She walked towards the window to face the crowd.

"There has to be hundreds of them here." She spoke aloud as the groups chanted and cheered. They wanted action, they wanted blood and Riley silently promised she would deliver. Her gazed then turned to the man in the middle of the arena, she was locked on target and ready to kill.

The door swung open and Riley bolted out squirt gun in hand. Weaving between the old bumper cars she knealt down behind one of the large bottles as Coulter showerd it in bullets. Waiting for the right moment she ran out. Getting as close as she could to the raider leader she quickly aimed the thirst gun and pulled the trigger. Riley dropped the squirt gun then reached behind to pull out her double barrelled shotgun. She put all her weight into her thrust as the stock of her gun met with Coulter's chest plate. He stumbled giving Riley a slight advantage.

She quickly reloaded the shotgun and aimed at his chest. Pulling the trigger she blew one hole into his lower chest. With one more shell in the chamber she pulled the trigger this time it hit him in the the face. His body twitched twice before he finally came down with a loud thud. The crowd started to boo, the sound deafening. But in that moment Riley swore the sound of her breathing and heart rate was louder than anything.

"Holy shit she....she....she fucking killed Coulter. I dont even know what this means. Gage what the hell just happened?" The announcer came over the speakers in shock.

"You saw it...we all saw it. Hes dead and we got ourselves a new Overboss." The southern man now known as Gage spoke in a passive demanding tone. Riley looked over into the window to see a blurry man standing behind the glass next to what she believed to be the exit. People in the stands started to protest as she looked onto the crowd.

"Hey we talked about this remember. She survived the gauntlet. This girl was smart enough to take my advice and she took him down. She's what we need," Gage addressed his voice laced with annoyance.

"I have a fucking name you know, and I would like to be addressed by it." Riley testified taking a step forward, not one soul heard her over the sounds of disapproval.

"How about we show some damn respect for our new leader?," He demanded. Riley snapped her head in his direction. Did he just say leader or was she high. "Alright now get the hell out of here and I'll show the boss around."

The raiders filed out of the stands one by one until there was only Riley and this Gage. She turned and slowly walked up to the glass window, Gage looked at her. His face was still hard to make out due to the dirty windows.

"What did I tell you worked like a charm." He smiled making her cheeks heat up slightly.

"Wow death by water gun, I'd love to see it written on his tombstone." Riley jeered as she slowly returned the shot gun to it's back strap holder.

"Tell me about it. I wish I had a better look at his face when the suit shorted out. Look I understand you have no idea what's going on and, everything was just tossed at you, but you need to listen up," He discussed scratching the light brown beard on his chin.

"Taking out Coulter wasn't a last minute decision. We have been talking about it for a long time now. With him gone we have a vacancy in the Overboss department and you just got the job. All I ask is you trust me and I swear the outcome will be priceless."

Riley looked at the man behind the glass. He was a mystery and his request was even weirder, but yet the idea was tugging at the back of her mind she wanted to know more.

"You've got my attention, but I want to know what my job will consist of." She squinted

"Ok good I got a lot to say so pay attention. There are three raider groups that run Nuka Wolrd: The Pack, The Disciples, and The Operators. These raider aren't normal , they dont play nice with each other." Gage continued. "Thanks to Coulter this place is a ticking time bomb ready to blow at any moment. I think you have what it takes to turn this place around and keep them from killing each other."

She stood there her mouth somewhat agape, was he serious? There was no way this mysterious man was asking her to babysit a bunch of bratty raiders. Something told her it was a bad choice but yet she had to do it. The thought of power and this big of an army to support her in finding Shaun. These raiders would only be pawns in an army to her.

"Deal ill do it, but the first person to try and kill me you can find yourself a new Overboss." Riley declared

"That's the spirit. Now I'm sure you got questions but here ain't the place. Meet me at the top of Fiztop Mountain, you're new quarters I'll just get the door for you." Gage replied moving to the terminal. With a few clicks to the keyboard the door opened.

She was hesitant at first so she slowly took steps and calculated her moves in case it was a trap. Reaching into her boot she pulled out a combat knife and held it close. Riley stepped through the door way and took one look at Gage. He was handsome and rugged. Of course she expected him to be dirty and have half of his teeth missing since he was a raider so it surprised her at first. The hair on his head was a shade or two darker than his beard and seemed to be long due to the tide bun in the back. He towered over her as she took a few steps toward him. His hazel green eyes lingered on her for a minute before he turned around and walk out of the cola car arena . She watched as the tall raider walked out of the double doors just ahead of her. Waiting for the doors to close behind him Riley started her walk to those same door.

The double doors opened wide to reveal a cloudy sunset sky. A shiver went down her back as she stepped out into the chilly air. The Commonwealth had already entered its few month period of what folks in Diamond City called nuclear winter so to say. Looking around she could see two or three raiders walking around an animatronic Nuka Cola bottle mumbling and staring at Riley. She walked down the steps in front keeping her knife close in case of emergency. Loud hub-bub echoed from the building in front of her. A man wear rags and a neck collar opened one of the red doors that had market painted above it and disappeared inside. This building seemed to have been built in a circle with only two ways to go. Riley looked on as she turned to her right and started walking down the shanty alley. There were a couple of men and women dressed in the brightest and wackiest colors she had seen since she emerged from the vault. She could have sworn one of them was wearing a teddy bear strapped to their leg.

Coming to a stop she noticed there were three archways to her right. One was blocked off the the others had doors built onto them. Above the archway a raider patrolled the walkway, once he noticed Riley watching him he let out a cat call and leaned over the railing. She rolled her eyes and looked on in front of her. The round building kept going, only to what she guessed met around to where she came out. Deciding not to follow the so called "market" all the around she stepped through one of the door archways. Looking on there was a tall Nuka Cola bottle similar to the animatronic along with a little bottle cap, waving in the center of what had to be the square. A raider stood in front of them letting off rounds into the bottle caps face. Two other raiders stood of to the side discussing what was a rude yet intriguing topic.

"So let me get this straight, some vault dweller came in and killed Coulter? And now we're just supposed to follow her?" The male scoffed.

"All I know is that Gage was in the mountain the other day talking to Nisha privately for a long time." The woman looked over to see Riley standing there with her arms crossed. The woman then hushed her male friend quickly so his gaze would shift to the new Overboss.

Shaking her head Riley turned and kept walking past the Cappy Cafè into into the square. The raider shooting the statue payed Riley no attention as she walked past him and past The Parlor. Looking up she could see the bar part of Fiztop Mountain, the rest being hidden by the second set of archways. She sighed and made her way through the doorway and quickly around the fountain up to the double doors. As she stood contemplating whether to go through the doors or up with the makeshift elevator when Gages voice rang out.

"Up here boss." He called and sent the elevator down.

She stepped on to the platform then reached to smash the the red button. The elevator then lifted her to the top opening of Fiztop Grille. Gage greeted her at the opening and gestured for her to come in.

"Welcome home boss. The dig are yours I hope you like the look....Coulter had some acquired taste in decorations. But this view is something ain't it. Everything you see here is under your control, now that you're in charge." He smiled as a light frigid breeze blew through the penthouse. Riley shivered again pulling the sleeves of her vault suit down.

"This place is beautiful. And I sure do like the sound of that." She stated looking at the room around her.

"I thought you might, now look I gotta be honest with you: this whole operation need someone to step in and take the reigns. And it sure as hell ain't gonna be me." Gage reported as he took a seat in the near by bar stool. She looked at him with a look of confusion.

"Oh is that right. Is the the point where you paint a bullseye on my back and leave me for dead?" She retorted her tone taut as she joined him in the seat adjacent.

"I ain't gonna lie. That's one of the reasons you wont see me stepping up and running shit. But I swear it ain't gonna be that bad." He spoke amusingly and turned slightly to half way face her.

"If you really think I can fix things, I'll do my best to make things work" She swore

"I'm glad to hear that Boss. Dont worry I've got you're back now, so I will try to not let you make any poor choices." He patted her on the back as she smiled lightly.

"So where do I start." Riley questioned as she stood up adjusting her suit.

"Well you need these raiders on your side. Right now they think me and you conspired to kill Coulter behind the leaders back." He explained turning so his back was against the counter.

"Everybody likes me so I got this in the bag." She smiled.

"Yeah I wouldn't count on that. Technically you're already the Overboss right? So thats already half the work done right there. All I ask is you meet the leaders show what the new overboss has to show." He implored.

"I'll do it, I guess I'll see you later then." She waved goodbye as she stepped on to the elevator and descended back down to ground floor.

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