#Looking for a hot and a cot in Little Rock

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how would Abby masturbate without you?

♡♥︎Abby Anderson Masturbation Headcanons♥︎♡

(Five more drafts to go)

♥︎ Abby takes her time. She’s never in a rush—likes to drag it out, work herself up until she’s panting, needy, already sweating before she even lets herself touch where she needs it most.

♥︎ She always starts by thinking about you. The way you sound, the way you feel when she’s inside you—she lets it build, eyes fluttering shut as she spreads her thighs and slides a hand down her stomach.

♥︎ She fingers herself slow, deep, intentional. The way she fucks you—pressing deep, curling her fingers against that spot inside until her breath stutters, her back arching off the mattress.

♥︎ She grinds against her own hand. Gets so desperate, hips rolling into her touch, thighs trembling as she whimpers into the empty room.

♥︎ She always keeps her strap nearby. Sometimes she just needs it—needs to strap it to her harness, rock into her own palm and pretend it’s you taking it instead

♥︎ She’ll bite her own lip raw trying to stay quiet. Doesn’t want anyone in camp to hear her, doesn’t want to think about anything but how fucking good it feels.

♥︎ She whispers your name. At first it’s a soft murmur, just under her breath—but when she’s close? It’s a desperate whimper, hips jerking as she begs for something that isn’t there.

♥︎ She keeps one of your shirts under her pillow. Grabs it when she gets really desperate, presses her face into it as she moans into the fabric.

♥︎ She lives to hump her pillow. Straps her cock on, grinds down hard, fists the sheets as she rocks against it, desperate and panting.

♥︎ She loves rubbing her clit against the strap. Gets so fucking messy when she does it, whimpering at the slick sounds filling the room.

♥︎ She talks to herself— murmurs little praises, soft and breathless. “Fuck—just like that—s’good, baby—” even though you’re not there to hear it.

♥︎ She keeps a mental list of things she wants to do to you. Gets herself off just thinking about them—thinks about the next time she gets to put you on your knees and ruin you.

♥︎ She grips the sheets hard when she cums. Head thrown back, thighs trembling, biting down on her lip so hard she almost draws blood.

♥︎ She takes her time coming down. Stays on the bed, breathing hard, rubbing slow circles over her stomach as she basks in the afterglow.

♥︎ She always pictures your face when she finishes. The way you look when you fall apart for her, the way your mouth parts, the little sounds you make—fuck, she needs you.

♥︎ She gets needy fast. One orgasm isn’t enough—she fingers herself again, panting, pushing her overstimulated body to another high.

♥︎ She loves touching herself after training. Muscles still sore, body still hot from exertion—just lets herself collapse onto her cot, thighs spread, already wet before she even gets started.

♥︎ She lives to be teased about it. Loves when you catch her, loves when you straddle her lap and smirk. “Couldn’t wait for me, huh?”—and she just growls, flipping you onto the bed.

♥︎ But nothing— nothing—gets her off harder than knowing she’s gonna have you under her soon. Because touching herself is never enough.

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Awaiting Miracles ~ BC [MATURE WARNING]

WORD COUNT: 1.5K

PAIRING: Chan x Fem!Reader

GENRE: after babysitting the couple want a baby, cute, established relationships, SMUT MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, Needy chan, Breeding kink, pregnacy tropes

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - April 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

As midnight draped its comforting veil over the world, you and Chan found yourselves in the peaceful embrace of your cosy living room. Lily, Felix's precious baby, nestled in your arms, her soft coos breaking the silence like delicate melodies. It had been a long day of trying to get into the swing of looking after a baby but you and Chan had gotten into the swing of it and you thought you were nailing it now.

Maybe it helped that Felix and Lyla had left you step-by-step instructions on everything that you needed to do with his daughter and you understood why. It was the first time he would be leaving his daughter and he was nervous about it - as any new parents would be.

"Sleeping angel," You whispered, running your finger over Lily's cheeks and smiling to yourself getting lost in your own thoughts. 

Before, you hadn't really thought of yourself as a family kind of person but as you sat here with Chan you couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if it was your daughter - or son - that you were holding. 

Chan stole a glance at you, his heart swelling with an emotion that felt too big for his chest. For a while, he'd been wanting to talk to you about having kids of your own and this was giving him the final push to do so. 

"You're incredible with her, you know," he murmured, a smile playing on his lips as you slowly walked over to the travel cot and laid her down, smiling at her before you looked up, your eyes glowing with warmth. 

"It's easy when she's this adorable," You replied, gently rocking the travel cot back and forth. Chan chuckled softly, moving closer to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind, leaving a gentle kiss on your shoulder as you felt your body heating up. 

"I think it's more than that," he said, his voice laced with admiration. "You have this... way about you. You make it seem effortless." If your body wasn't hot before it was practically burning fire now from the comment and you ducked your head a little.

"I just love babies," you admitted, a shy smile tugging at your lips. Chan reached out, tracing the curve of your cheek with his fingertips.

"And I love you," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

Your gaze met his, your eyes shimmering with unspoken emotion, it was obvious that the two of you were thinking the same thing about having one of your own. 

"I love you too," you replied, your voice barely a whisper. Chan smirked to himself as he ran his hand over your lower back, just enjoying being close to you like this. 

The next night the two of you were cuddled in bed, your head laying on Chan's shoulder when you noticed he was acting a little weird and had been ever since the two of you had been alone. He was touching you more and whimpering whenever you would kiss his chest or shoulder, the two places that turned him on. 

"Channie," You whisper, running your fingers over his chest and smirking to yourself. All of this had started after Lily had gone back home and you knew what it meant, you knew he wanted a child just as much as you did.

"Yeah?" He quizzed, his cheeks blushing deeply, you looked up at him before kissing him softly, moving to sit on his lap. You whimper a little grinding down against his already hard dick, you knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him. 

"Yn..." Chan breathed out, he'd been needy all day and he knew you could feel how hard he was under his shorts, how badly he wanted you. Your lips smirked against his as you grind down on him, earning a moan from him as his hands tightened around your waist. 

Your kiss grew more passionate, your hands roaming over his naked chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips and you ran your hand over his abs, making him blush deeper. Small moans came from him as you continued to rock your hips against him, 

"I want you to cum inside of me," You whisper in his ear, biting down on his ear as his hips jerk upward a little, his eyes widening.

"W...What?" He groans, his eyes rolling back a little as you continue to roll your hips against him,

"I need you to fill me up Channie. I need you to get me pregnant." You whimper, your voice is seductive as you slow your hips down against his, his hands clutching onto you tightly as he wordlessly nods his head, struggling to find the words to continue. 

"I need you now," You told him as you stripped your shirt from over your head, Chan's hands instantly went to your breasts pulling on them before he wrapped his mouth around one, sucking softly. Your head rolls back softly, only Chan could make you this needy for him with something as simple as sucking your breasts, he was the only person you got sensitive for. 

"Chan," You moan out, rolling your hips down. You wanted him badly, you didn't want to be teased you just needed him inside of you right away. 

The two of you quickly undressed until you were naked, you carefully made your way back onto his lap and lined his cock up with your entrance, smirking as you saw just how brightly he was blushing.

"Please...P...Please Yn, I need you, I need this," He begged desperately as you slowly sunk down onto him, inch by torturous inch, your moans growing louder as you sunk all the way down onto him. 

"Fuck," You whimper, your head resting on Chan's as he held you, licking his lip slowly as he resisted the urge to cum right there and then.

"I need your cum, Channie. Need it so bad," You whimper to him, rocking slowly back and forth on him as he screwed his eyes shut. 

"S-Shit baby...P-Please, I- I can't last long if you keep saying things like that," He moans, you smirk at him a little. You didn't care how long he lasted, you enjoyed that he was this needy for you, and it somehow got you off on that fact.

 You didn't give him what he wanted though as you started to bounce up and down on his cock, your moans growing louder as Chan rolled his head back against the headboard, his teeth sinking down into his teeth as he whimpered a little. 

"Need you to breed me, Channie. Please, I wanna be so full." That was the straw that broke the camel's back as Chan couldn't stop himself: as soon as he heard the words come from you he was done for. You continued to ride him, moaning his name out as you reached down to rub your clit. The rush of euphoria was too strong for you to ignore any longer as you came, clenching around him tightly causing his hips to buck, pushing into you even deeper as his cock twitched and he groaned. 

"F-Fuck," He breathes out, his chest rising and falling so fast as you laid down against him, whimpering as you stayed perfectly still on him. 

"If it doesn't work at least we'll have fun practising," You giggled at him, making his cheeks flame. 

As the moments stretched into eternity, you and Chan found yourselves huddled together in the bathroom, your hearts pounding with anticipation. It had been a few months of trying to get pregnant and this was yet another test you were taking together. It didn't matter how many you took the wait always seemed to be longer than normal. You clutched the pregnancy test tightly in your trembling hands, your breath caught in your throat as you waited.

Chan wrapped his arms around you, his touch a reassuring anchor in the sea of uncertainty. Ever since you'd started trying he had been there with every test, bringing you new ones, different brands, whatever you needed he was there.

"Whatever happens, we're in this together," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody in the tense silence. "We'll keep trying, no matter what."

You nodded, your eyes brimming with tears of hope and fear, you didn't want it to be negative, you liked practising with Chan but you wanted your family to start. 

"I know," you whispered, your voice trembling a little as you tried to think of what you could say. You'd been wondering if it was your fault you weren't pregnant yet. Maybe there was something wrong with you. 

"But what if..." Before you could finish your sentence, your gaze fell upon the small plastic stick in your hand, and your heart skipped a beat. With trembling hands, you turned it over, your breath catching in your throat as you read the unmistakable words:

Pregnant.

Tears of joy streamed down your cheeks as you looked up at Chan, your heart overflowing with love. 

"Channie," you whispered, your voice filled with wonder, "it's positive." Chan's eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the joyful news, his heart swelling with a mixture of elation and disbelief. 

"Really?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with joy. "We're going to be parents?" You nodded, your face radiant with happiness. 

"Yes," you replied, your voice trembling with excitement as you stared up at him. "We're going to have a baby."

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YESSSSSSS

Headcanons for when the Pedro boys come home after a long trip and find out that reader has put on some weight? (Whiskey and Frankie are usually my favorites in these things 💖🥺🌸)

Coming Home To Find Out That You've Put On Weight:

**Female Reader

Javier Peña: He's not going to mention it. He's not stupid. He can tell you are a bit nervous, you tug your shirt down over the extra curves that you aren't happy with and you hesitate to get naked when he is trying to strip you down. He showers your neck and lips with extra kisses, pressing his aching cock against your soft stomach and growls that he has missed you and needs to be inside you. Gonna go a little harder with you though, more cushion for the pushing is the saying, right?

Ezra: Delighted. You haven't been living off bits bars and meager rations. Maybe a little greedy for the fact that he might get better meals than what he had been having since being away from you. Plus he is of the opinion that every form is beautiful; fat, thin, tall, short, it doesn't matter. Your cunt is still hot and clutches around him like a glove and in your arms, he finds the solace he craves.

Mando: Mando yearns for softness. Everything in his life is hard, unyielding. His armor, his creed, even his cot is hard as a rock. So when he comes back to the covert to find that you are softer, he loves it. You can't see his express, because the room is pitch black, but you can feel the eagerness of his touch. The moans even louder when he squeezes parts of you that are a little fleshier than before. It might be the quickest he's ever finished.

Frankie Morales: See, Frankie loves a thicker girl. Those thighs you hate? He loves them. They are soft and cushiony, a perfect place for him to lay his head down on while pretending to watch tv with you. He always falls asleep. That pooch over your pussy? Fucking loves it, constantly touching it. So when he was deployed for eight months and he came home to find that you had put on a little weight, it didn't bother him at all. He was still going to strip you down as soon as the kids were taking and nap and explore ever soft curve you have with glee and exhaust himself and you.

Pero Tovar: Another man who does not mind if your waist grows thicker or your body is softer. Pero loves it. It shows that you did not starve while he was away, a constant source of guilt and worry for him. He had left you enough coins to last and you had obviously been successful in your gardens and trapping animals like he had hoped. The weight you have added might have made you have to let our your dresses, but your tits are also bigger, so it's extra fun for Pero.

Max Phillips: Whistles when he sees you. For a moment, he thinks about making a sarcastic comment about the weight gain, but he can see that you are actually self conscious. Max might be an egotistical, vain prick, but he's not cruel to you. You are still sexy to him. "There's my little blood bag." He hums, sweeping you into his arms and kissing you before smelling your pulse. "You look good enough to eat." He growls playfully, even though you both know that he will feed off of you when he is done making you scream his name.

Agent Whiskey: Listen, this man can throw a grown ass man around with a whip, you think you gaining some weight is going to take the fun out of the rodeo? He doesn't give a shit what the number on the scale says, as long as you still ride his mustache and his cock, Jack Daniels will be a happy man. Plus, he likes the extra jiggle.

Marcus Pike: Understands completely. He's been talking to you on the phone, knows that you have been doing the quick and easy dinners and snacking more - he has too. He doesn't mind the extra weight, as long as you don't. If you complain about it, he will offer to go for walks at night when he gets home or go with you to the gym in the mornings before work. If you don't say a word, this man will just happily love you as you are.

Oberyn Martell: Immediately asks if you are carrying a child. He has been gone for two months and when he finds that there is weight on your stomach, he is smiling as he caresses your skin, hoping for another child. The only way this man is disappointed is when you tell him that you have had your bleeding consistently while he was away. Then he will pout. But only because there is not another Sand Snake on the way. Then he will just get busy making that happen.

Dave York: He's getting older and the fucking weight just doesn't come off like it used too. He hates running, unless he absolutely must, so it doesn't bother him. Not really. Does he have the stray thought that you weigh a little more when you're riding him? Yeah, but he knows better than to say that shit out loud.

Zach Wellison: Doesn't say a word. He notices, but it's not his place to say anything. He's been gone, and you've been doing everything yourself. He just kisses you and asks how you have been while he's been gone.

Dieter Bravo: Doesn't really recognize you put on weight. He's just happy you are still here when he gets home, and you want to fuck him. He's greedy and needy in bed all at the same time, but after the deed is over, he's soooooo comfortable cuddling into you that he calls you his new pillow and drifts off to sleep with a smile on his face.

Javi Gutierrez: He notices. He notices everything about you. It doesn't matter to him. You are still perfect. You are still the woman he adores. Coming back from filming his latest screenplay is a relief and he is over the moon to be reunited with you. His love for you is pure and real, it's not even going to matter if you gained weight to him. He just has more of you to love.

Max Lord: Max is one who loves appearances, so this is something that you worry yourself sick over. The 80s is a time where everyone wants to be supermodel thin and gaining weight is heavily frowned upon. So you are a wreck when Max comes home from the super secret trip that he had taken. Only to find that he is completely unaware that anything has changed. He's too focused on being successful.

Marcus Moreno: Doesn't care. Are you healthy? Are you happy? If not, then he will help you however you need. If you are, then he is happy. He loves you and completely understands that bodies change over time. He's not wearing the same size Heroic's tac vest he was a few years ago, and it's not because he's gotten smaller. He's still gonna find you irresistible and slap your ass when he walks by you in the kitchen every morning. Maybe even more so now.

Tim Rockford: All the evidence points to the new flavor of cookie you've discovered. It's a good cookie. Tim is just happy to be home, that case took way too long to solve and he just wants to curl around your thicker frame after he's made you cum and sleep for a week. He doesn't care about weight, he's home and the case is solved.

Joel Miller: Doesn't bother him a damn bit. You still fit into your clothes, although they are tighter. Joel cares about you, not what size you are. There are more important things to worry about as long as you are healthy.

Marcus Acacius: It's been two years since he has seen your face. The memory of your last kiss, the last time he made love to you, has carried him through the campaign that had taken so many Roman soldiers. You look gorgeous to his weary eyes, a safe harbor to take shelter in. The plumpness of your new body does not take away from the way he needs you. This is a man who is just happy to have come back home to you.

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Hii my name’s Breezy and this is my first fic! I'm a little nervous because I’m not really sure how to write, I’ve never written a fanfic before, this is just a little one-shot but I hope you enjoy it! (If theres any errors lmk I’m blind as crap 🥲) (Edit: help I missed so many errors Im exhausted LOL praying for those who read it unedited Im so sorry 🫶🏻)

E/C = Your eye color

F/C = Favorite Color

Damnit, Woman.

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1,795

Just a bit of fluff

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The world was no longer what you thought it was when you came back home: wrecked vehicles and people running and screaming from what looked to be dead people, moaning and groaning as they dragged and jerked their limbs across the street after them, grabbing at people like it was their last meal. You had managed to stay away from those monsters, hiding in the woods, finding an old dusty cabin that luckily hadn’t been ransacked. Somebody had stashed the cupboards with canned and bagged goods from their previous stay that could last a few weeks if you rationed well enough. It even had a cot, so you didn’t have to sleep on the dirty floor.

As you walked through the woods, the smell of the fresh pine from the trees and the lingering scent of the dead on your clothes hit your nostrils. The sweat dripped down your forehead and chest as the hot Georgia air beamed down, the material of your boots pressing into the dirt and crushing the small pieces of paper you dropped, using it to make sure you didn’t lose your way back home. As you walked further, your ears picked up the sound of running water, immediately stopping and jogging toward the noise. Stumbling upon a slight rocky edge, leaning over a large pond, the refreshing smell filling your nose as you sighed softly. Putting down your bag and dipping your hands into the water, splashing the water over your face as it soothed the heat on your skin, quickly taking your canister out and filling it up before putting it down on the rocks.

Peeling off your clothes and setting them onto the backpack, you slipped into the water and started to wash the dirt and blood from your skin from the previous walkers that you had killed, dipping into the water and shivering as your fingers ran through your wet hair. After a little while in the water, a small snap of a branch cracked behind you; turning around, startled as your (E/C) eyes met a pair of cold blue ones that looked back at you; he held a crossbow, and the sleeves of his shirt had been torn off his arms at some point, The bright sun casting a golden coat over his dirty blonde hair. The man pointed his crossbow at you and stayed silent momentarily before speaking up.

“Who the hell’re you?” he asked as he slowly lowered his weapon, seeing as you were unarmed. You stared at him momentarily before remembering what was happening, covering yourself with your arms and sinking deeper into the water.

“You scared me. I thought you were another one of those things. “Your shoulders relaxed as the man stared at you, his cold eyes looking over your figure in the water. “My name is (Y/N). I don’t mean any harm. I was just trying to wash the blood off me from those monsters. “You explained, hoping he would understand.

He lowered his crossbow to his side and grunted at your response, giving you a slight nod as he looked away.

“What’re ya doin’ out ‘ere all alone, girl? Ain’t the time to play around in no damn water.” he grumbled as he looked over your belongings on the edge of the rocks. Wiping the water from your face and huffing softly, you looked up at him with a shake of your head.

“I was looking for some supplies and heard the water nearby. I figured I’d refill my canister and wash up,” you muttered as you repeated myself. “What about you? What’s your name?” you asked. He looked back at you as he pressed his lips together in a thin line before stepping closer to the water.

“Daryl,” he muttered before continuing. “Are ya alone out ‘ere? Where’s yer group? ‘ts dangerous out here alone by yerself.” He grunted, his southern accent drawing out the more he spoke. Your lips pressed together as you frowned, looking away.

“I don’t have a group; I’ve been on my own, trying to escape the dead. I found a cabin to hide in until I have to move again.” You sighed as your eyes returned to him.

He looked at you quietly, his brows relaxing as the tip of his ears reddened slightly from the sudden eye contact. He looked away and huffed, stepping back and rubbing the underside of his chin.

“Whatever..” he scoffed. “Get dressed, woman. I’ll bring ya back to where I’m staying. You got all yer shit?” He looked over to the trees, giving you some privacy to get dressed.

Looking at him, slightly surprised, your cheeks reddened at the offer. You nodded your head before getting out of the water and getting dressed. Slipping your bag over your shoulders, smiling, you stepped over to him and bit down on your bottom lip.

“That’s kind of you, thank you. “You followed Daryl back into the woods. The walk was quiet as his eyes darted around for any signs of danger. After a while, you both eventually made it back to where he was staying, a farm with a big white house. Your eyes lit up as his group came into view, and you stepped behind Daryl a little in caution as the sound of their voices grew closer.

A man who had a cop uniform on looked over at the two of them, stopping his conversation and going over with a stern expression as his hand gripped the gun on his hip.

“Who’s this, Daryl?” He asked as he looked at you cautiously, his eyes narrowing at Daryl with a questioning look. Daryl stopped in his tracks as he frowned, his eyebrows furrowing.

“I found ‘er in the woods, said she was alone an’ lookin’ for stuff. Ain’t got no damn weapon on her, I already checked, Rick.” Daryl grunted in an annoyed tone as he held the strap of his crossbow. He took your arm as he dragged you past the cop, looking back at Rick, annoyed.

After you introduced yourself to the group, Daryl showed you to his and his brother’s tent; he explained how his brother got handcuffed to a roof and all that stuff and how he wasn’t around. After settling in, you both returned to the campfire; Carol and Lori finished with the clothes as they sat near the fire, and the small boy, Carl, sat between his mother’s legs as she brushed her fingers through his hair. You smiled at them before sitting next to Daryl, who was cooking a squirrel he’d hunted earlier, handing you a piece.

“Eat.” He muttered quietly and went back to cooking the rest of it. Your eyebrows raised in surprise as you looked down at the piece of meat before taking a small bite and humming in delight.

“It’s good,” you replied and continued to eat. Glancing back at him, you noticed his ears reddening. He let out a small scoff and kept quiet. As the night grew, you two eventually returned to his tent and went to bed.

You spent the next few weeks with Daryl and the group he introduced you to. Carol, a sweet lady who’d recently lost her daughter. Lori and Rick, along with their son, Carl. You didn’t like Shane; he was giving off weird vibes. You didn’t speak to Andrea much other than a ‘hi’ when you washed clothes, but Dale was warm and welcoming, T-Dog made jokes around the fire, and Glenn treated you like a little sister, nudging and messing up your hair occasionally. Maggie was glad to have another girl around, dressing you in all kinds of clothes and gossiping about all sorts of things.

You and Daryl grew closer over the time you two spent together. He kept quiet and followed you wherever you went, whether you helped around the farm or cleaned up your shared tent, not wanting you out of his sight for a second. You sat near the fire in a (F/C) dress that Maggie had lent you, feeling Daryl’s eyes on you from the other side of the camp, making his way over before sitting next to you.

Looking up at him and smiling, you played with the hem of the dress. You had just finished drying the clothes and wanted to rest for a minute as you looked over at him, your cheeks reddening at his expression, his eyes roaming over your attire.

“Ya look good.” He muttered before looking towards the fire, letting out a small grunt. Your eyes widened slightly at the compliment, looking down at the fire as you cleared your throat.

“I look like I do every other day. There’s nothing special about it,” you muttered and smiled, your heart fluttering at his words. After hearing him scoff, your eyes returned to him. He looked at you quietly before he leaned closer.

“I mean it, woman. Ya look good.” He repeated in a softer tone, his hand inching closer to yours. Your eyes glanced down at his hand as it rested close to yours. Swallowing thickly before making a bold move, wrapping your pinky around his and smiling up at him.

“Well, thank you, Daryl. That’s sweet of you,” you murmured and looked back down at both of your hands. He tensed as his face reddened, grumbling under his breath. He looked away, frowning, though he didn’t move his hand away.

“Shut up,” he muttered as he looked back at you. His eyes were no longer cold and held a softer-looking blue, the fire reflecting across his skin as he sat next to you. You laid your head on his shoulder and let out a small, breathy laugh.

“Wha’s so funny?” He grunted as he looked down at you, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips pressing together as he allowed you to lean against him. Looking up at him as your pinky squeezed his gently.

“It’s nothing. I’m just thinking of the first time we met. You’re totally different now.” You explained as you sat up, looking at him with a small smile. He looked at you like you were crazy before scoffing and looking back at the fire.

“Yer crazy; I’m just making sure ya don’t get yourself killed..” he grumbled as he fumbled with his crossbow, distracting himself from the conversation. You huffed and wrapped your arms around one of his, looking up at him with the same smile.

“I’ll be okay as long as I have you,” you murmured shyly. Dary snapped his head towards you and blushed, covering his mouth and looking away. He mumbled all kinds of nonsense into his palm.

“Damnit, woman..” he muttered as he glanced back at you with a soft smile. “Yer gonna be the death of me..”

Thank you for reading! If you have any criticism or anything I can use to make stuff better feel free to let me know :) I tried my best for this first one its 3 AM 🫣

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Under the weather

Crossed out - Continued from ch.12 - Prologue

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The morning buzzer tore him right out of his REM sleep.

Lucas squeezed his eyes back shut when the bright lights blinked on after several soft little pings of the fluorescent lamps. He didn’t even groan. Just lay still on his cot, letting the initial shock seep out of his body. Fuck, it felt like he had fallen asleep just twenty minutes ago. All he wanted was to fall back into that deep, deep sleep again.

With his eyes still closed, he swung his legs over the edge of the cot, the rest of his body sluggishly and reluctantly following. A familiar nausea of not getting enough sleep washed over him. He doubled over, head in his hands, cursing softly.

He knew what happened when he would ignore these early warning signs; powering through would usually leave him even worse off the next day, the nausea a soft prelude to actually falling ill. And out in the real world, he was absolutely useless like this so he had learned to just go back to bed for a few hours and catch up on work later.

Here, though, in hell, that was no option. He had to get up. Whether he wanted to or not.

He lingered on the bed for a few moments as if crawling back under the blanket was something to even consider. It absolutely wasn’t. The mere thought of Nero marching into his small cell was enough to get moving. He’d probably get thrown right over the railing if he asked for another hour of sleep. That would give a stronger shock of adrenaline than that buzzer though…

Rocking back and forth, as if gaining momentum to push off, he forced himself up.

A stronger wave of nausea hit him hard; worming up to his head, fogging his brain and making his head feel oh so light. It caught a hold of his legs and he teetered lightly. His body protested every stumbled step along the way, as if a magnet kept him tied to the bed, and it did not appreciate the cold water splashed in his face or the gross minty taste in his mouth.

To be fair, he was a little surprised his body had held on for so long. Given his injuries, that didn’t get time to heal and only increased with every passing day, the mental exhaustion and stress, the physical exhaustion—yeah, he’d expected to hit a limit earlier.

He got dressed, ignored the nausea’s tight grip around his stomach, and stepped ‘outside’, staring straight ahead and pretending like he did every day that these ordeals weren’t getting to him.

This too, will pass.

And of course, it did. Though it persisted through the entire day, eventually, his nausea retreated.

The next morning, predictably, he felt feverish.

Told you so, his body seemed to gloat.

Something hot and uncomfortable pressed against his forehead. There was no fever, yet. Just another warning to take his fucking rest today.

Yeah. Again, not an option.

He didn’t feel like getting flattened against the wall so he stood against it willingly, waiting for roll-call. When Nero got closer, he puffed himself up, forcing himself to look alive, blinked hard to expel the glaze over his eyes, and tensed his posture.

Nero passed him without giving him a second glance. Lucas deflated, both in relief and irritation.

But Nero did stop a few cells ahead, in front of a man who also seemed to be coming down with something but didn’t even have the strength to hide it. He stood slumped over, panting lightly, staring blankly at some point of nothing.

“How are you feeling, Santos?” Nero’s voice rumbled.

“Not too well, sir,” the man panted.

Nero studied him and was Lucas imagining it or did he actually looked concerned. Then he nodded and said: “You are excused for the day. Hoogland, can you take him to the infirmary after this?”

The other prisoner nodded.

Lucas clenched his jaw shut before anyone could see him gaping. But, what in the actual fuck, you could do that? That was allowed? Being sick?!

He watched, dumbfounded, as Santos and his cellmate shuffled along, coughing and sniffling, and he was rather jealous that the guy got to spent the day resting. But the moment had passed and he was going to have to suck it up today.

At breakfast he sat alone, because despite his best attempts to hide how he was feeling, everyone saw right through him and weren’t taking their chances of catching whatever was lurking in his system. Not to worry guys, this was merely a case of complete and utter exhaustion. Something that always lingered in the air here but probably wasn’t contagious. Still. He couldn’t blame them…

At a calm moment during laundry duty, he found a quiet place and snuggled up on the folded towels, crossed him arms, and allowed himself to close his eyes for a few moments. Bliss raced through him, his shoulders relaxed and he let out a content sigh.

“Lucas.” Trey’s gentle voice pulled him back.

“Hm.”

“Wake up, you can’t sleep here.”

“Nero’s not here anyway,” Lucas mumbled, lightly turning away.

“No.” Trey acknowledged. “But you’ll want to be careful. There are always people who are looking to get into Nero’s good books by ratting out fellow inmates.”

His eyes shot open. Found Trey’s wry smile and he glanced around to see if anyone had caught him breaking rules. Most inmates just focused on their own duties. A sigh. He squeezed his eyes closed for a second and when he opened them, found Trey’s outstretched hand in front of him. Reluctant yet grateful, he accepted it.

-

The next morning, he couldn’t pretend anymore. His fever had stormed up overnight and he felt like death. His head was pounding, every heartbeat banging against his skull, lighting up the pain all over his body, his bruises, his muscles.

He ran a hand over his face, scratching over his morning stubble and his skin was damp and uncomfortably hot.

Just getting out of bed left him panting and he caught himself leaning heavily on the toilet/sink combination thing. The basin felt eerily cold under his warm hands.

Boldened by what he’d seen yesterday, he allowed himself to show his weakness this time. He practically stumbled through the doorway and leant back against the wall for a moment to catch his breath. At the first sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, he pushed himself off, but didn’t stand up straight. Didn’t put on a show either. He slumped over, didn’t choke back his coughs, and took deep shuddering breaths that just didn’t give him enough air to calm his breathing.

The heavy footsteps stopped in front of him. Still panting lightly, Lucas glanced up at Nero. There was no concerned look on his face—he knew he had imagined it yesterday – but Nero didn’t straight up ignore him either.

“You don’t look well, Varga.”

“Running a fever, sir,” Lucas whispered. There was no need to feel his forehead – also really, just preferably don’t – he could practically feel the heat radiating from him.

“I see,” Nero said, already turning away. “That’s too bad.”

-

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I : And Muse Beside the Rippling Stream

Part I : Feel No Fear Before the Multitude of Men Requested By: @lissthatskiss Ares!Technoblade x HalfNymph!Reader

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The steady grip on the hilt of your sword is the only thing that grounds you. In the roaring cheers of the audience, it is much too easy to lose yourself. 

Racing feet. Your blood mixes with the sharp rocks that line your path away from your pursuers. Your sisters cut down and captured one after another. Tears down your cheeks, blood on your feet, you looked every bit the fleeing half-nymph you were.

Your mind lingers on the hot sand underneath your feet. It holds the hot fury of the noon sun. So much so, you almost imagine the blood that has soaked into it to evaporate. 

Slippery sand. You crash into the river bed and make a break for it. You are strong for a half mortal. Though, it truly wouldn’t have made much of a difference. Not in any way that matters.

Just like the sand, the sun beats down on your form. You do not raise your sword in victory, you never have and never will in such a bastardly place. You were supposed to be living by the river with the kin you have always felt closest to. 

Artemis was not enough to protect you. She could retrieve your sisters, the full nymphs, but for ones with mortal blood? There was nothing she could do. Not as you were dragged kicking and screaming into a slave wagon.

The hot iron shackles burn as you’re dragged back to your cell. Your weapon taken, there is little you can do. It would be futile to think otherwise. You have seen what they have done to those who do not listen. It takes all your self-restraint not to join the brutish display they have turned into. 

Tossed into a wagon with bars made for animals. You do not see any of your sisters nearby. One final cry, and you realize they have all been struck down or captured. All your sisters had been under the tutelage of Artemis. An inspiring goddess. She is, perhaps, the only reason you had gotten so far in the first place. 

A solid kick to the back of your knee and you find yourself brought to your knees. Cleaned with buckets of water, your wounds are also seen too. Bandaged and tired you are finally allowed to rest on your meager cot. You do not know how long you have been fighting in this arena, and to be honest, you don’t really care. 

Watching your God prepare for a hunt was one of the most exciting parts about serving under her. To hear her wisdom, to feel her confidence, it was one of the most honorable things to experience. If only she had stayed a bit longer, there was nothing she could do from her eye in the moon. 

Your cot is stiff as a board as you lie down. You have been here long enough to require your own cell and actual provisions. Having never lost a fight, you have gained a bit of a reputation among the slaves that have lasted long enough to see you in action. There is no sense of kinship or camaraderie in this place. All the better, you do not need to become attached to someone who will eventually die by your hand. 

She was a thing of beauty and chastity with the way she held herself. You and your sisters looked up to her. Striving to hold a small fraction of the confidence and beauty she inspired. Her teachings had always left you feeling accomplished. Her wisdom with the bow creating a small army of followers all armed. Those bows hadn’t saved you from the fire those men had caused. Hadn’t saved you from their dogs as they snapped at your ankles through the wagon. 

You are told that, eventually, you will have enough funds to buy yourself out of the ring. It's almost funny that your owners don’t realize you already know what happens to those who are close to leaving. Always struck down just before being able to. Every single time without fail they fall. And then, they have the gall to tell you that you only have a few more fights to go. At least they let you know of your soon to be death, perhaps you will see Keres, Lady Kristen, as she guides you to the otherworld. You will welcome her with open arms. There are many tales of her being beautiful. Her loyal crows are seen as harbingers of death if they linger too long. A ca-caw outside your barred window causes a rare smile to grace your lips. You used to think that crows were startling with their cadence. Now, you think of it as the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard.

You had taken pride in your long flowing hair. The care and maintenance it required made you quite vain about its beauty. Those men had paid no heed to your screams as they cut it shorter than it has ever been. Once long hair rendered down to barely an inch. The sight of it on the floor collected around you only causes more righteous anger. They eventually tied a strip of cloth around your mouth just to shut you up.

The moonlight gazes in from your barred window. You make no move to show yourself to a god you know is not watching. You lost your hope she would come long ago. Lost it in the first blood you spilled into the sand of that hell pit. While it is hell, it has become your new home. If these people denied your right to a death in your old home, they will be forced to accept your death in this new one.

You cannot speak, cannot eat, and cannot drink - as they have made sure of it. The fight you had put up against your captors wasn’t worth it. They have denied you meager offerings of food and water. The other women captured in the slave wagon get your portion. They do not look at you while they fight over your food. Reduced to nothing, all you can do is watch. 

You have watched many other slaves come and go from the arena. Many of those you cut down yourself in a bitter attempt to survive. Their features all blend in together and meet you for their revenge in your dreams. Sometimes, when you’re well and truly tired after a match, it's almost like you can hear them.

“Will we ever meet any other gods and goddesses, Lady Artemis?” One of your sisters asked. You and your sisters have only ever met Lady Artemis. Artemis stops attending to her bow, looking up you see a pensive look has overtaken her face. “Other gods and goddesses can be fickle. They can be much more cruel than I have ever been and ever will be. I would not seek out those you have not met before. Especially the gods who live and breathe violence. They will not be kind to you.” The garden goes quiet with her words. The sister that asked looks like she just bit into a lemon. Violence and bloodshed scares all of your sisters equally. They have not had to watch mortals be struck down by swords or illnesses, not in the way you have. 

With a bone deep weariness, you force yourself to stop thinking of the past. You think of these memories every day. Fighting for your life cannot even take away your attention from what was. There is no god that can save you - no peaceful one anyway. 

Drifting into sleep, you get the odd feeling that you are being watched.

[bonesxbows]

Surgery of a Hope (Astarion x Reader)

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Someone dared to try to lay a hand on you and Astarion finds out. He leaves Gale to comfort you while he goes and "takes care" of it. Or alternatively, Astarion is trying to show you he loves you in one of the only ways he knows how; by killing.

(WARNINGS) - mentions of sexual assault/assault (depending on how you look at it), but does not go into a lot of detail - crying/breakdown - trauma responses

If you have any triggers relating to assault or past assault please be careful reading this. I have not personally experienced what is written here but it is loosely based on trauma of my own and the goal was to write something to act as a comfort for myself and whoever else needs to read something like this. But please tread carefully, I didn't write this with the intent of triggering anyone.

Otherwise, I hope you enjoy and I hope reading this can help someone else like writing it helped me :) Comments and reblogs are much appreciated!

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You sat on the ground inside your tent, nestled in the corner of the fabric, your knees pulled up to your chest. You were slowly rocking back and forth, replaying the traumatic events of the day in your head. Your body was present, but your mind was lost in its own little world, your eyes glassed over. You didn't notice Astarion barge into your tent, a bubble of excitement coming with him.

“Darling! I've been waiting all day to have a moment with you all to myself. I-” His sentence and his body stopped dead in their tracks when his eyes finally found you, a sad little ball of limbs shoved into the corner. His voice startled you out of your daze. He walked closer towards you and reached out a hand, but you jumped in response to him approaching and shuffled yourself deeper into the corner, as far away from him as you possibly could get. He frowned. He recognized your fear, he remembered acting like you were doing now once before and that worried him.

“Astarion, wait. I…wait. Please, don't come any closer.” You spilled out your words quickly. Your eyes were glued to his outstretched hand, wide like a gnoll staring down a wall of fire, and tears started to pool underneath them.

“What’s wrong my love?” He hated when you cried. He was getting better at learning how to comfort you but he still got nervous about making it worse. His frown deepened but he respected your request and instead knelt down where he was, keeping his distance from you.

“I…um…” you stumbled over your words, your mouth becoming dry and thick, like someone had shoved cotton down your throat. You tried to blink away the tears but they were now two hot waterfalls running down your face.

“It’s alright, you can tell me. What happened?” You looked like a scared animal and it reminded him too much of how he used to feel. He was concerned, but he was also angry. He had a feeling he already knew what had happened to you and the thought of him being right made him burn with rage inside. You took a shaky breath and did your best to speak coherently.

“Someone…um, someone tried to touch me earlier when we were in town. I…I tried to stop them, tried to fight them off. Some things were said and…and…” Your story ended there as the sobs racked your body aggressively. You buried your head in your arms, wrapping your hands around your shoulder to try to comfort yourself as you rocked back and forth, crying and screaming and sobbing loudly. Astarion swore he could feel his undead heart shatter. He could do nothing but sit there and watch as you poured out your emotions. He knew from experience that if he tried to comfort you it would only make the situation worse, but he felt helpless just sitting there and doing nothing. So he reached over and yanked your blanket off of your cot, folding it up haphazardly and placing it between the two of you, nudging your foot with the fabric, doing his best not to touch you.

You poked your head up slightly, eyeing him. You saw the blanket, your blanket, and how Astarion sat back on his heels, a comforting smile on his face. You unfurled a hand from your cocoon of limbs and reached forward slowly, grabbing the blanket tentatively, as if even the soft material would snap back at you as well. But it didn't, so you pulled it into your lap on top of your knees and buried your head into the comfort of it, sniffing the familiar scent of Astarion’s cologne that had rubbed off on it from his constant nights spent in your tent with you. You used a corner of it to wipe away your tears and tried to focus on steadying your breathing. You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Astarion and he nodded his head.

“Do you think you can manage to remember who it was, my love? Can you tell me what they looked like?” he asked you softly. He wanted to reach out and grab your hand in his, but he stayed still for now. He would not touch you until you were ready and asked him to, no matter how much he wanted to. You began to shake your head furiously.

“No. Astarion, no. It was nothing, really. You don't need to do anything. It was my fault anywa-” He cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

“Do not even finish that statement darling. None of this is your fault. None of it. Do you understand? Now, what did they look like?” his face was like stone, serious and deadly. It didn't scare you, not anymore at least, but you knew trying to argue with him at this point was futile. You were so confused and upset you did not know what the right thing to do was so you trusted Astarion and told him everything you could remember. You watched as he took off his jacket and moved closer to you. But he stopped just before he got too close.

“Is it alright if I touch you my sweet?” He asked before he did anything and you nodded, although slowly. He leaned forward to drape his jacket over your shoulders and pull it up over your neck. Your fingers fumbled at first but you grabbed it and pulled it as close to your skin as you could, relishing in the warmth and comfort radiating off of the velvet fabric.

“Stay here, alright? I’ll tell Gale to accompany you here inside of your tent so you don't have to be alone. I promise I’ll be back before morning.” He leaned forward again to kiss you gently on your forehead and you didn't jerk away this time. He smiled warmly at you but his ruby eyes shone with anger and malice. He began to stand up and head for the entry flap of your tent.

“Wait! Where are you going?” You jumped from surprise and began to reach for him but stopped abruptly when his jacket began to fall off of your shoulders and instead quickly grabbed it again and pulled it back up around you. You were afraid to be alone, even with Gale. You only felt safe around Astarion. Your sense of security was so shattered you were hesitant to trust anyone except him. He turned back around before he left.

“Promise me you'll stay here with Gale.” no, you wanted to go with him, wherever he was going. You wanted his warmth and to be in his arms with him by your side protecting you, no one else.

“But I-” he cut you off again. He was not looking for any arguments tonight.

“Promise me, my love.” there was no arguing with the look in his eyes and there was no changing his mind about whatever he had set his mind on doing. “I promise.” you choked out, trying not to cry again at the thought of him leaving you right now.

“Good. I’ll be back as soon as I can alright? Then I’ll stay with you for as long as you need.” You watched him leave, trying to blink away the tears that threatened to flow. You gripped his jacket even tighter and breathed in the smell of his cologne again, it was an even stronger scent on his jacket than on your blanket. A few moments after Astarion left Gale walked in, smiling sympathetically. He somehow juggled a bowl, two mugs, and a stack of books in his hands without dropping anything.

“How are you feeling?” he asked. You didn't give an answer and watched as he sat where Astarion once was just a minute ago and placed all of the things in his hands in front of him, between the two of you.

“We don't have to talk if you'd rather not. But I thought you might like a distraction while Astarion is away. My time is yours.” You looked at him and he looked sincere, but you were still a little wary. But this was Gale, someone who had stuck by your side from the very beginning and had been nothing but respectful and helpful ever since. You gazed over what he had brought with him, there was what appeared to be stew in the bowl and the two mugs were filled with tea and still steaming. The books were ones you recognized, titles you had once borrowed from him and had told him you had enjoyed immensely. Books that you knew, that were familiar, and there was comfort in familiarity. He knew this. Gale was your best friend, he was the second person to know just about everything about you. You were grateful that his memory was impeccable and that he had remembered all of your favorite things, especially at a time like now.

“What kind of soup is that?” you asked. The tears had subsided, for now. He was glad you were up to talking, it was going to be a long night for him if he had to sit here in silence the whole time.

“Vegetable and sausage. And that’s peppermint tea, with sugar, just how you like it. I've also brought your favorite books, but I can fetch something else if reading isn't up to your liking currently.” He stole a pillow from the pile off of your bed and propped himself up against the side of your tent, still an agreeable distance away from you. Astarion must have given him the details of your jumpiness and sensitivity to touch right now. You couldn't help but smile just a little.

“The books are alright for now, Gale. Thank you.” You reached forward for one of the mugs and chose one of the books from the stack as you did so.

“Of course. Let me know if you need anything else, alright? Im not going anywhere until Astarion gets back.” you nodded and took a sip from the mug, the tea warming your scratchy throat on the way down. You opened the book to the first page and Gale did the same with his own book.

Eventually the warm tea, familiar story, and comfort of Astarion’s scent lulled you into a sleep. Your body was exhausted from the day’s events and the extensive crying you had done earlier. Gale had stayed with you the entire night, within arms reach just in case you needed him, even when the rough ground began to irritate his old human body. He had even lit the candles in your tent after the sun had set just so you would not be in complete darkness if you woke up in the middle of the night.

You were never a heavy sleeper, but now you were even more anxious in your sleep after what had happened. A dull thud had woken you up and you heard the sound of water splashing. Your eyes fluttered open quickly but your heart calmed down when you saw the back of a familiar white shirt and white curls in the candlelight. Astarion had returned at some point, before morning just like he had promised, but his back was turned to you and he was knelt in front of your washing bucket.

“Astarion? Is that you?” you asked groggily. Your voice was thick with sleep but you were wide awake, grateful that he was back already.

“Go back to sleep darling, it’s alright.” he spoke sweetly to you like always, but he stayed with his back to you, working something onto the wash board inside the tub.

“Where have you been?” you sat up, blinking away the remaining sleep in your eyes and trying to focus on what he was doing. A part of you already had a guess of where he had been for the last few hours but you asked anyway, not wanting to believe what you knew was already true.

“No where you need to worry your pretty little head about, everything’s alright.” he told you, but you were too curious now to go back to sleep. Astarion hated chores, yet here he was scrubbing laundry in the middle of the night. You stood up quietly and padded over to him, still holding onto his jacket around your shoulders. You leaned over his shoulder and observed. He was holding on to a different white shirt than the one on his back currently, scrubbing furiously as the soapy water turned pink. Now that you were closer you also noticed the way the candlelight shined against black spots in his hair, a stark difference against his bleach white curls. You frowned slightly, accepting your previous conclusion as the truth now.

“Is that blood?” you asked. You already knew the answer but you wanted to hear it from him.

“No.” he tried to deny the obvious, though he already knew you wouldn't believe the white lie.

“Astarion.” you said sternly, gently warning him to tell you the truth this time.

“Alright maybe it is. But the bastard deserved it.” he stopped scrubbing and so you sat down on the ground behind him. He turned to look at you, abandoning the shirt in the dirty water.

“What did you do?” your voice was calm. You didn't mind he had taken matters into his own hands, in fact you were secretly grateful.

“I taught him a much needed lesson my love. He won’t be hurting anyone ever again.” his lips turned up into his signature killer smile. He was proud of himself for the kill, as per usual. You wanted to thank him, say something, anything, to convey how relieved you felt, but the words got caught in your throat. His smile faltered a little when he noticed the pool of tears forming in your eyes, but he knew you were okay from the small smile that was stuck on your face.

He dunked his hands back into the water to wash the rest of the blood off and then dried them on his pants before outstretching a hand to you, silently asking for yours. You obliged, placing your hand in his. He brought it up to his face and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckle. You couldn't help the small laugh that bubbled up from his gesture, the smile on your face growing despite the tears that started to flood your face. You were safe. Even after all that had happened, you were safe with Astarion.

[stsgluver]

synopsis. after nineteen days of being stuck in the dark, gojo comes home.

wc. 760

tags. slight angst, slight fluff, comfort, SPOILERS FOR JJK MANGA CHAPT 218 (although I think we all know now but yk), dad!gojo

"baby?"

satoru's voice was barely above a whisper as he clicked the front door shut. there was no response which was expected given the fact it had gone midnight. it was now the twentieth day since he'd been sealed and the only things that had been on his mind were you and his beautiful daughter.

so although the silence was expected, it didn't stop his heart from dropping to his stomach as he worried something had happened to you whilst he was gone. satoru hadn't expected to come back to nanami gone, he was terrified shoko was going to tell him that you, his precious non-sorcerer lover, were gone too.

there was only one light on in your little apartment: your daughter's nightlight. the dull light bled through the door that was slightly ajar. she was only eight months old and had been struggling to sleep so it wasn't unusual for one of you to end up easing her back to slumber halfway through the night.

a pang of guilt hit him as he questioned if it was his daughter struggling to sleep or if it was you laying awake at night wondering if he'd ever come back.

satoru took in an uneasy breath before slowly pushing open the door to your daughter's nursery.

there you were, your body curled up on the rocking chair next to your daughter's cot. you had a blanket wrapped loosely around your body and satoru wouldn't be surprised if this was how you'd been sleeping the last nineteen nights.

satoru dropped to his knees before you and for a moment he thinks that he should just let you rest. you’re probably exhausted looking after your child alone with no knowledge of his whereabouts. he knew shoko would’ve kept you in the loop but there was only so much you were allowed to know — even as the partner to the strongest sorcerer alive.

“gorgeous, i’m home,” satoru extended his cursed technique as his thumb comes to brush against your cheek. his infinity wrapped around you, a second blanket if you will, this one bringing him ease that you were safe again.

you stirred slightly at the physical contact, then abruptly sat up straight in panic at the unexpected touch. you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been concerned for the wellbeing of you and your daughter since he'd disappeared.

there was a second, as your eyes adjusted to the dim light and you focused in on the man in front, that neither of you breathed. you were awake and real and he was here and alive.

you couldn't stop the hot ugly tears that slipped down your checks as you choked back sobs, afraid to wake your daughter.

satoru quietly hushed you. his arms were wrapped fully around you now as you had slid off the chair and onto the floor in front of him. he felt your tears dampen his tight shirt and listened to your whispered begs to never do that again, to never leave you.

“i’m here, i’m here,” satoru muttered into your hair over and over, repeating it like a mantra, like it was a promise he could keep. if he had any tears left in him, he would have been crying too.

it was another several minutes before either of you could muster the energy to move to a more comfortable position. neither of you felt okay with leaving your daughter alone at such a vulnerable time so you made a makeshift bed out of pillows and blankets scattered across the room.

both of you would ache in the morning but it was a sacrifice you were willing to make to experience some form of comfort for the first time in weeks.

you settled yourself on top of satoru, leg hooked across his body as you clung to him like he was on the verge of being sealed again. his heart beat loudly beneath your ear and you savoured the sound you felt you'd taken for granted all those nights before.

satoru thought you'd fallen asleep, having significantly relaxed against him, until he heard your quiet voice that was slightly hoarse from crying.

“is megumi coming home soon too?”

satoru hesitated for a moment and, maybe if things weren't the way they were, he'd be more honest. but your skin was so soft and fragile beneath his touch and your daughter's light snores gave him a shred of hope he shouldn't have anymore.

so he smiled and let the lie slip naturally off of his tongue.

"he'll be home soon, trust me."

a/n. currently working through my wips while I have some time. shockingly I can't actually get myself to finish any of my majorly angsty ones rn.

[matcha-milkies]

WELL, YOU DID ASK

Summary: Aboard the Stan-O’-War II, Stan finds out and confronts Ford about his past relationship with Bill.

Alternatively: “Ford, why did Bill call you babygirl?”

Relationships: Sea Grunkles, Bill Cipher/Ford Pines (Mentioned)

Content Warnings: Implied/Referenced Sex

Tags: Humor, Light Angst, Banter

Inspired By: This Meme and This Comic

Word Count: 2,489

Link to AO3: Here

A/N: Yeah it’s been a HOT MINUTE five years since I watched Gravity Falls, and I’m still waiting on my copy of Book of Bill, so I’m sorry if there are any inconsistencies with canon in this. I was riffing hard off of secondhand material lol

Stan stares up at the top bunk as the room gently sways from side to side, a cabin cradled in the bosom of the ocean. He’s lying face up on his cot, hands on his abdomen, and he’s contemplating something very deeply. It’s unnerving, this thing. He almost wishes he could forget all about it. Almost.

He bites his bottom lip and deliberates over what to do about this. He could just leave it alone. Things have been good lately. Why rock the boat, so to speak? They could go about their day, have their coffee, cast their lines into the sea, fry that leftover kraken meat for dinner. Blegh, he’s so sick of kraken meat. He’s going to have to find a way to season that thing to spice it up a bit or else he’s gonna go crazy. Why do krakens have to be so enormous anyway?

Yeah, he could do that. He could be normal.

After all, if the answer is no, then there’s nothing to worry about in the first place. And if the answer is yes… does he really want to know about it? What is he going to do, where is he going to go from there? Ask for details? He’s racked by a fullbody shudder. As if.

But deep down, he knows he’s kidding himself. If he doesn’t confront his brother, then this is going to linger in the back of Stan’s mind for all of eternity. He won’t be able to look at his twin without pondering all the ‘why’s. Why him? Why didn’t you tell me?

Stan hauls himself to a sitting position and swings his legs over the side of his bunk. He stares at the wall for a little bit, mouth quirked to the side. The Stan-O’-War II creaks, as if it’s also pondering to itself. He can hear his brother rustling papers a ways away in the other room. It’s a small boat. Of course it is. There’s only two of them to man it.

Stan starts to walk into the other room, then turns around and changes course at the last second, heading above deck instead. Hopefully his twin was too preoccupied with his work to notice. Stan walks over to the port side and leans his arms against the railing with a sigh. It’s a nice day out, at least. The sun is shining high in the sky with only a few clouds drifting overhead. They’re somewhere off the coast of Canada.

Somewhere further south but still along the same coast are his great niece and nephew, going to school again. He wonders how they’re doing. He wishes he could call them. He misses them, but he also wants to take his mind off of this. He hears footsteps pacing below deck, probably to grab a book off a shelf or something, because they soon pace right back to where the desk would be. 

Stan lowers his head until his forehead is against the railing and sighs. He’s probably going to have to ask. The thing he’s dreading is knowing that it’s not gonna go over well. He gives it maybe another ten minutes to psyche himself up, then turns and tramps back down the stairs.

Ford is situated at his desk (it’s not anyone’s desk but really it’s Ford’s desk), sifting through some old creased pages that look like they’re about to disintegrate at the slightest breeze. On his right-hand side is a cold, half-finished cup of joe. Occasionally, he mutters something to himself and pens something in his new journal. He’s entirely absorbed. He doesn’t even seem to notice when Stan appears in the doorway and leans his elbow against it.

“Uh, hey, Sixer, how’s it goin’ in here?”

Ford starts. The pen drops from his hand and rolls around on the swaying floor. “Stanley, how many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up like that?”

“I didn’t sneak up on you. I’m notoriously loud. You’re the one with your nose glued to that journal.”

“I–” Ford’s breath catches in his throat before he lets it out in a sigh. “I suppose you have a point. I’m sorry, Stanley. I’m just frustrated at how little progress I’ve made with this. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”

“You know you say that, like, every time we find some weird thing, right?”

“I didn’t think we would encounter this many paranormal phenomena outside of Gravity Falls.”

“Maybe you’re the weirdness magnet.”

“Perhaps both of us are. After all, you were the one living in my shack for all those years pretending to be me.”

“Ha, yeah…” Stan musses his own hair. “Must run in the family.”

“Anyway–” after stooping to pick up the pen, Ford seats himself at the desk again– “you know I always appreciate your company, Stan, but I’d like to make some real headway before dinner if at all possible.”

“Uh, well, actually,” Stan says, and Ford glances up with a raised brow.

“What is it? Don’t tell me you accidentally dropped something overboard,” replies Ford, testing the temperature of his coffee. He looks displeased at the result but nevertheless continues to sip it anyway.

“Relax, relax, it’s nothing like that. Sheesh, are you ever gonna let me live that down?”

“It happened yesterday.”

“Ancient history!” Eh, might as well spit it out, right? “Hey, speaking of ancient history, what was going on with you and Bill?”

Ford makes some sort of choking sound and dribbles coffee back into his cup. He casts about for a napkin or a towel. “What do you mean by that?”

“Were you like, just a fling, boyfriend-boyfriend, married? What was going on there?”

Ford sputters, gives up and rolls up his sleeve to wipe his mouth on his bare arm. His voice cracks a little as he speaks. “What- What do you- What do- Why would you–”

“Look, don’t play dumb with me, IQ. When he was in my head, he said some things. And I didn’t think much of it at the time, but see, now I got nothing but time out here on this tin can, and I…”

His twin finally manages to school himself back into neutrality, although they’re both well aware it’s too late. He’s already shown his hand. All he can do is pretend, deny, for whatever that gets him. He spares Stan a glance over his spectacles, and it seems to last an eternity, before the man finally returns his gaze to his notes. “Now is not the time to talk about this.” Oh. Okay. So not even a denial then.

“Uh, right. Sure. And when exactly is the right time gonna be?”

Ford pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs with a kind of bone-deep exhaustion. “I don’t know, Stanley, any time I’m not trying to decipher the code that we found etched onto the side of that washed up precolonial artifact last week?”

“Well, I don’t know why it needs to be a whole song and dance, Einstein, it’s a simple question.”

“Yes, we were… romantically involved. Obviously. Now please leave me in peace.” Not that he had expected that answer to buy him anything, but he still finds himself chagrined when Stan stubbornly continues his line of questioning.

“Why didn’t you tell me about that?”

“I didn’t think it pertinent.” Ford closes the book on his left-hand side, resigning himself to the unfortunate reality that this conversation is happening, and there is no walking away from it. Where would he even escape to? They’re stuck on a boat together until they land at the next port.

“You didn’t think I’d wanna know you were getting… close with the literal demon that tried to kill us?”

“He wasn’t trying to kill us when I was getting to know him. Again, this should be obvious, Stanley. I don’t know why you’re making me spell it all out for you.” He strangles the air, vibrating with more frustration than he can dissipate. “Unless it’s just to torture me, which I wouldn’t put past you.”

“What is that supposed to mean? After all the things I’ve done for you, all I’m asking for here is a little honesty.”

Ford very graciously decides not to dwell on the “all the things I’ve done for you” bit and reopen that particular wound. Instead, he doffs his glasses, the better to massage his forehead.

“Oh, for the love of… We’re in our 60s, Stan.” He unfurls his arms on the table, palms upward. “What did you want me to do, honestly? You wanted me to sit you down and tell you about my crush like we’re still in high school?”

There’s something in the sincerity of his tone that throws Stan off kilter, disarms him.

“I’m not sayin’ that! I just— You’re makin’ it sound more unreasonable than it is! I’m still your twin and I thought you trusted me with this kinda thing.”

Ford pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. He stares at a point just past Stan’s shoulder, mouth flattened into a line. “Oh, god,” he laments, as it dawns on him that the emotionally mature thing to do is to be vulnerable. He sighs, busying his hands by straightening all the papers on his desk. “It’s embarrassing. It was already embarrassing, don’t you see? And this just makes it so much worse.”

“What?” Stan pulls up a chair and sits across from his twin. “Sixer, come on. You think I came in here and brought this up just to laugh at you? I mean, don’t get me wrong, it is objectively very funny, hilarious even—” he grins in the face of Ford’s glare— “but the last thing I’m gonna do is judge you. Between you and me, I think your relationship with that freaky triangle was more stable than anything I’ve ever had with any human.”

“Stable is not the word I would use to describe anything that went on in that shack in the 1980s.”

“Yeah, that just goes to show how low the bar is. Anyway, my point is, while I’m not gonna laugh at you, I definitely will still laugh.”

The scientist raises an unamused brow. “With me, you mean?”

“No, I’m just gonna laugh. Ha! Ha-ha!” Stan reaches across the desk to nudge Ford with his elbow. “Come on, it’s funny! You had a relationship with a triangle! Oh, the kids are gonna be so traumatized!”

“Wh- D- Stan, don’t tell them!”

“Why not? Dipper worships the ground you walk on. This won’t change anything for him. And Mabel… well, Mabel will laugh too actually. Very hard.” He brings a hand to his chin and narrows his eyes. “Or worse, she’ll start shipping you.”

“What does that even mean? She’s going to ship me? Where? How?”

“Uh, not important, and for all intents and purposes, I do not know what that word means either. Look, I’m just pulling your leg, Poindexter. I won’t tell them if you don’t want me to. It’s your business.”

“You honestly mean that?”

Stan sweeps an arm through the air with finality. “It’s your own business and nobody else’s. Look, I’m—” He finds himself rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry for pushing you about this. It’s not something you’d wanna look back on, I get it.”

“Oh.” Ford doesn’t really know what to do with that so he resumes straightening papers even though they’ve been straight for the past three minutes. “I’m not used to fights ending like this.”

“Yeah, me neither. It’s weird. It’s like we emotionally matured or something.”

“Something like that,” Ford agrees.

They lapse into awkward silence. That should've been the end of it, and yet.

“I guess I just don’t get it,” Stan admits.

“What don’t you understand, Stanley?”

“He’s a— Well, he’s a little two-dimensional, don’t you think?”

“It was an extremely intellectual affair, Stan. Physicality had very little to do with it.” Well, that isn’t entirely true but his brother doesn’t need to know about any of that.

“You know what, I’d believe that. I’m just having trouble envisioning what it… what it was like.”

“Why are you trying to envision that?”

“Because it’s weird, Ford! It’s weird and morbidly fascinating. It’s like a train wreck, I can’t look away.”

“Do you have any more questions? So that I can answer them and we can be done talking about this forever?”

“So you… you never… y'know…”

“No,” Ford says about five seconds too late. There’s heat rising to his cheeks and he smothers his face with his hands as Stan sits slack-jawed in abject horror.

“What? Wait, seriously? How did that even work?”

“Ask me something else.”

“Okay. For scientific purposes, hypothetically, in a hypothetical situation, how would a human with glasses and a triangular demon go about—”

“Oh, for God’s sake, Stan!”

“God had nothin’ to do with it, I know that much.” Stan leans back in his chair, then eyes Ford suspiciously. “Wait. He didn’t possess someone else, did he?”

“No!” Ford sounds genuinely horrified. “How depraved do you think I am? That would be tantamount to— I wouldn’t do that. Do you really think so lowly of me?”

“I mean, they could’ve consented beforehand anyway, right? That’s all I’m saying. Although, Sixer, I cannot stress this enough: You locked yourself in a cabin in the middle of Nowhere, Oregon and started drawing freaky symbols on the floor and communing with a literal demon. I think I’m allowed to be a little concerned.”

“Well– Sure, when you put it like that, it sounds more occult than scientific, but I can assure you my methodology was very sound.”

“Oh, okay, good. I’m glad your methodology was sound. That was the main thing I was worried about.”

“May I return to my cipher now?”

“Your Cipher, huh?”

Ford stares pointedly at his twin, trying to telepathically communicate how exhausting this conversation is.

“I just need to know how you did it. It’s gonna keep me up at night.”

“I fail to see how that’s my issue.”

“And then I’ll keep you up at night.”

“And then I’ll throw you overboard so that you can find that notebook you lost!”

“And then I’ll haunt you from the watery grave, you know I will. Besides, it’s laughable you think you could throw me overboard, Poindexter.”

“You really want to know?”

“For my own peace of mind, please.”

Ford sighs deeply, eyes shifting from wall to wall, as though afraid someone’s eavesdropping. Maybe he’s paranoid that a mermaid is listening in from outside. He gestures for Stan to lean in closer, cups his hands to his ear and whispers for a few seconds. Stan’s expression becomes unreadable.

“Oh. Wow. Creative. Okay. Welp. That answers that.” He claps his hands together as if to dispel dirt. “Say, you wouldn’t happen to have another one of those memory-wiping guns?”

[mx-pastelwriting]

Rough sex with possesive dom john marston , an argument about how jealous john is turned rough sex

John Marston x GN!Reader

Summary: Request up top!

Warnings/Tags: Smut, Dry Humping, Possessiveness, Jealousy

Minors do not interact!

Sitting in the grass patch looking out to the mountain on Horseshoe overlook, but it was interrupted by Dutch's smooth words that you found to be a bit annoying over the years; nevertheless, he did keep all of you safe in the camp.

"Now that is a beautiful view," he announces, looking at you and not the mountain view. You smile at him, a little uncomfortable with him looking down at you. "It sure is," you say quickly, looking at the view, not wanting him to think you knew what he was doing. Dutch knew you and John were a couple, but that didn't stop him from having an eye on you.

Standing up and brushing off your clothes, you nod with a smile to Dutch, then rush to your and John's tent, closing the flaps to the tent and making sure Dutch didn't think he could try to talk his way into your pants.

You laughed at the thought. You didn't notice John coming in. His worn arms warped around you, accompanied by rough kisses on your neck. Tilting your head to the side, you close your eyes, enjoying the moment, but he stops, only leaving his hot breaths to gently touch your skin.

"Dutch ever touch you like this." He joked, but all it did was make you mad. Breaking from his arms, you looked at him, a grin taking over his face. "Did he read you one of his poems?" "John, you're an ass." You say you're done with John's bullshit, and you walk past him, but he warps his arms again around you.

Kissing your neck again roughly, he says, "I don't blame him." He laughs, pulling you closer. Resting his forehead on you, he lets his hands explore. "Let him hear you," he whispers hoarsely into your ear.

You bit down on your tongue, not wanting to smile, but the idea was very tempting. "Everyone's in town," he says, giving you more reason to, he kisses starting again.

Moans start from you as his hands go under your clothes, touching your hot skin. "Don't stop," you moan, waves of pleasure coming from his kisses and rough hands. Leading you to the cot, pealing clothes off of each other's bodies, making you closer as the cold air hits.

Pulling your legs apart and letting him in, making you feel his hard cock, you rock your hips to the friction, then earning moans from him. His hands moved down quickly, ripping what little clothes you had left, then kissing you. His soft lips moved roughly against you, only to stop as your moans got louder.

He watched as your head went back as he entered you, letting you moan out for him, moaning with you. He couldn't hold back, not when he could make Dutch squirm knowing that he was the one making you like this.

Holding onto your legs as he made sure you took all of him, only thrusting into you when you cried out from him. Your head swam as your eyes watered, and you grabbed onto him, letting your nails dig into his back. The cot squeaked through your moans, covering the noise. His cock digs into you, making sure your legs feel numb tomorrow.

He let his head fall into your neck, making a place for his warm moans to land on your neck. His hips buckled, making his thrust short and deep. His hand touched you, bringing you closer to your edge. "Cum for me," he groans out as he slows his thrusts, trying not to cum before you. His moans made your stomach swim, pushing you to the edge.

"Please John" You moaned, making him thrust again, no longer deep but fast and rough, wanting you to cum with him, taking you both to your high. He didn't cover your mouth as you moaned his name, letting you see the stars as he saw his own.

Kissing your neck, then your lips gently pulling out, then lying on top of him, in the distance you both could hear Dutch yelling at poor Hosea. Laughter filled the tent at Dutch's tantrum.

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[thefrogdalorian]

Dincember Day 23: Frost

Word Count: 1719 Rating: General Summary: You and Din wake up one morning to discover the volcanic planet you call home has been plunged into a deep frost. You are awestruck by the gleaming ground and the icy crystals that cling to every surface. You and Din decide to head out for a walk with Grogu, who is fascinated by the way his favourite pond has frozen over. Content Warnings: None! Author's Note: Poor Grogu. I keep making him suffer, I promise I love him! He's just a funny little green gremlin. The last two entries will tie pretty closely to this one but wow, can't believe it's almost over. I've had so much fun writing this series and I'll miss it, but there are some ideas in here I'll expand on come January!

Link to read on AO3 | My Dincember Masterlist

Despite the lava flats dotted throughout its surface and the fact that it was technically a volcanic planet, Nevarro was not always sweltering and had different seasons. Throughout the year, it rarely rained; the climate remained mild throughout most of the year, but the temperature would drop towards the end of the year, particularly around Life Day. Although there was lava to be found on Nevarro, it was nothing compared to a planet like Mustafar, a volcanic hellscape. The entire planet was an angry red thanks to the lava that boiled on its surface. Surely it was a blisteringly hot, punishing environment. You had never been, but the planet was legendary, known throughout the galaxy.

There was an expression you had heard used often since childhood. When something was unlikely to happen, people would laugh and say: “Mustafar will freeze over first.” It was an amusing expression as obviously the thought of a planet as sweltering as Mustafar freezing over was ludicrous. Similarly, the thought of Nevarro freezing over was an idea that you thought equally ludicrous until, one morning, when you woke up to an empty cot and Din calling your name. You swung your legs over the side of the cot, wiping your bleary eyes with the back of your hand as you blinked rapidly to adjust to the light. There was a certain stillness and quietness; the light that filtered in was weak and pale. It appeared to be early morning. You and Din did not have plans and you had planned for a relaxing day, you wondered what had roused him from bed so early. 

Din was standing by the window in the main room of your little cabin, still clad in the cotton clothes he slept in with a curious look on his face. There was something out there that was clearly capturing his attention . As you made your way across the room to discover what it was, you wondered what he was captivated by. As soon as you moved to stand next to him, though, you understood perfectly. 

The usually ashen, grey-brown surface of the volcanic planet you called home had turned white. Every surface was glistening, reflecting the low sun in the sky. By some festive miracle, the entire planet was covered in what appeared to be a deep frost. You had never seen anything like it for all the time you lived here. You had encountered snow before, but frost was something different, the way the ice clung to every inch of the planet, the little icicles gleaming as they coated the plants by the pond just in front of the cabin. The pond itself had frozen, creating a pristine, glassy surface that you had a strange desire to skate across, even though you had no idea how deep it was. Besides, it had been years since you had ice skated. The rocks at the frozen pond’s edge looked like some precious jewel, the way they sparkled as you turned your head to take in the sights.

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” Din finally asked, breaking the awe-struck silence that the two of you had fallen into, utterly mesmerised by the frozen surface of the planet before you.

“I’ve never seen anything like this on Nevarro before,” You agreed, nodding in wonderment. 

“No, I wonder what caused weather like this,” Din pondered. “I don’t think this is normal.”

“It’s a miracle!” You exclaimed. “Just in time for Life Day, too,” You added, referring to the rapidly approaching holiday

Din looked around at you, raising an eyebrow, the corners of his lips pulled down into a slight frown. His eyes were shimmering in mirth though… you knew there was no genuine disapproval there. You conceded that perhaps your enthusiasm had been a step slightly too far for him. Considering Din had limited experience of the season’s traditions before he met you, he approached the traditions you introduced him to with as much enthusiasm as someone who had celebrated Life Day all their life. But you still got the sense that Din did not entirely share all of your festive merriment, so sometimes you liked to be a little cheesy to get underneath his skin. 

“We should go for a walk,” Din suggested, “After Grogu is awake and we’ve eaten, we should appreciate this frost while it’s here.”

“Sounds great, Din,” You sighed. 

You went to the fresher to prepare for the day while Din woke Grogu up and did the same. Din had already been to the kitchen and brewed a much-needed pot of caf, which you gratefully helped yourself to, given the early start to your day. You then placed some bowls, milk and cereal on the table in preparation for a simple family breakfast that would fuel you for the long frosty walk.

Din and Grogu eventually made their entrance. Din had dressed in his beskar’gam, save for his helmet. Grogu was clad in the red snow suit that Din had purchased before your little getaway in the snowy mountains. The garment was coming in surprisingly handy now as it would keep the little boy warm from the cold outside. 

The three of you enjoyed your breakfast together; you and Din continued discussing how surprised you were at the remarkable frost and memories of such frozen conditions at other times in your life. After cleaning away the dishes, it was time to head out on the walk. You laced up your boots in the hallway and pulled on the red coat that you had had such a stressful time finding, but were now delighted with. It fit you perfectly and matched Grogu’s red snowsuit. You were ready to head out.

“Are you warm enough?” You asked Din, wondering how warm his armour really kept him.

“Yes thank you, cyare,” Din nodded, his helmet now resting on his head. “The flightsuit can be insulating or cooling depending on the temperature, and my helmet is climate controlled,” Din explained.

You nodded, he had probably informed you of such functions before but this time, you had an ulterior motive for such a line of questioning. You just had one little addition to Din’s outfit though. You smirked as you grabbed the red scarf that you had bought for him from a local tailor on your snowy vacation to the moutains. You and Grogu were wrapped up from the elements in red items of clothing, so it only seemed proper that Din joined you. You put the scarf around Din’s neck, tying it gently and smiling as you stepped back to admire your handiwork.

“Much better,” You nodded. “Now we’re all matching.”

Din scoffed and shook his head. Then he grabbed your hand, holding Grogu in his other arm. The three of you headed out into the frosty winter wonderland. You delighted in the sound of the frost crunching underneath your boots, it was instantly comforting. It was a sound you had not heard for many years, believing that moving here to Nevarro would mean you would never experience such cold weather again. How wrong you were. Now, you had made memories in freezing temperatures in a picturesque snowy moutain village thanks to the trip Din had treated you to and, shortly after returning, there was this unseasonable frost on Nevarro.

Grogu was seemingly delighted by the freezing conditions too, his eyes wide in amazement as he took in his surroundings. You and Din had intended to go for a long walk, but you didn’t make it far before Grogu began chirping loudly. He gestured his little hands towards something. Din stopped and you looked at him questioningly. 

“The pond, perhaps he’s worried about his frogs,” Din shrugged.

“Awww, I’m sure they’re alright, little guy,” You reassured Grogu. “The surface is frozen, but they’re probably still swimming around underneath.”

Grogu nodded at your reassurances, but he continued gesturing towards the pond; clearly something was still on his mind. You and Din walked towards the edge of the pond and Din eventually placed Grogu down on one of the rocks so he could see the ice up close and watch for any of his frog friends beneath the surface. But Grogu was seemingly not satisfied to watch from afar; the mischievous little boy was soon pushing himself off the rock and making tentative steps towards the ice, before you and Din could do anything to stop him.

“Grogu!” Din exclaimed, moving towards his son as he stepped out onto the frozen surface. 

But before Din could scoop Grogu up, the child used the Force to leap into the centre of the pond, out of Din’s reach. Your heart was in your mouth as you watched him, fearing that you would soon hear the distinctive cracking noise of ice breaking. But mercifully, that did not happen. As Grogu took cautious steps across the frozen pond, his little feet were scrabbling against the icy surface and his arms were outstretched to keep him balanced. You and Din marvelled at both how cautious he was treading and how well he was maintaining his balance, given that he only had the red booties of his snowsuit on his feet, rather than any shoes made specially for ice.

“He’s a natural!” You commented in amazement at Grogu’s balance on the ice.

“He is,” Din said proudly. “We should get him some real skates.”

It seemed that you had spoken too soon. Everything was going so well, until there was a heartstopping moment where Grogu’s legs went from underneath him and he flopped down onto the ice. You waited with baited breath to see how Grogu would respond – was he hurt? But mercifully after a few moments, you heard the most wonderful sound: Grogu's laughter. It seemed that Grogu’s little tumble on the ice had not affected him too badly.

“You alright, bud?” Din asked as he leaned over to scoop Grogu up, fortunately the little boy was sufficiently close to the edge of the pond that Din could reach him.

Grogu gave a happy chirp and you reached over to stroke his cheek with the back of your fingers. You were relieved that he was alright and your walk could continue. You were eager to explore the planet that had been transformed into a frost-bitten paradise and make the most of such a rare occurrence.

With a spring in your step, you set off for a walk across the gleaming surface of Nevarro, holding hands with an equally shiny Mandalorian. Din's armour, too, was gleaming, save for the red scarf slung around his neck, a way to ensure the three members of your little Clan were matching. You sighed deeply and smiled at the sound of the frost crunching underneath your boots as you gazed around in wonderment at the deep frost.

[thr-333]

I’ve had most of this in my drafts for at least since the first few comics of mystic tots. The only reason I didn’t post it was because I didn’t now how to continue the scene with Raph. Well now I’ve gotten my ass in gear and finished it off. So have an excerpt from this au that is a full arc late.

Lou was starting to understand why his ancestors had been so ready to sacrifice themselves for the greater good. He would too if that meant an eternity of rest. Although with his luck the shredder would turn out to be real and it would be more like an eternity of violence and endless suffering.

He should have never become an actor. He should have found a farm in the middle of nowhere somewhere and sat in a rocking chair until he was old and grey. Now he was young, grey and no rocking chair in sight.

“Dada up,” little hands slapped at his face pulling on his ears.

“No Dada sleep,” Lou tried to roll over, hands fisting in his hair coming along for the ride, “Orange night night,”

“Dada up,” His youngest insisted a hot patch growing on his scalp.

“Alright! Dada up! Dada up!” Lou bolted upright his fire hellion giggling delightfully, “I happen to like my hair, as greasy and disgusting as it is,”

Orange giggled letting go of his hair and falling a touch too slowly to be natural gravity… hm probably not a good sign but that's a tomorrow him problem.

“I thought I left you in your cot?” Lou scooped up his youngest blowing raspberries on his shell, chasing away the last embers of heat, “Did Blue break you out again? Did he? Did he?”

“Bu! Bu!” Orange kicked his legs smiling widely, that was also a plus. Probably wouldn’t get to see that on a farm.

“Yes yes let’s go find Blue,” Lou rolled off the alley mattress he had placed on the floor. He needed to find a bed frame or some cinder blocks at some point. Not because his knees and back were getting creaky he refused to admit it. As far as he was concerned time simply didn’t pass in the sewers. No mirrors, no cameras, no wrinkles.

Before getting up properly he slid an oven mitt on and one of those arm protector things he was pretty sure was from hockey. He held Orange in his mitted hand rubbing his eyes with his free arm. He couldn’t have gotten more than three hours of sleep. Which was honestly more than he was expecting but probably not a good thing if Blue had been galavanting about.

Lou stopped by the nursery first. It was clear of any fire hazard furniture other than the four ‘cribs’ Containment Required for Incredible Baby sh- Well the last part probably wasn’t very family friendly.

Reds was a very nice comfortable pile of (shredded) blankets… with a flipped over crib stacked tall with random items and furniture. Or at least it was supposed to be the crib was flipped over, furniture scattered and Red nowhere to be seen.

Blue’s was close by because Red liked having his brothers near. Honestly Lou wasn’t sure what to do with that one. He always tucked him in very snugly and had a bungee cord tethering him to the crib. Not that it ever worked since the crib was empty, bungee cord snapped.

Orange’s was actually a busted up clawfoot tub, with very shallow water. Sue him for child endangerment and all that but he was pretty sure that ship had sailed when he was forced to move them down into the sewer. Say what you will but it had an almost one hundred percent success rate(when Blue didn’t interfere) keeping orange in and the lair not burnt down.

Purple had a verifiable mountain of pillows and blankets. Lou would like to pretend that was for good parenting reasons but some days it felt more like a bribery to convince the soft shell to stay put. A makeshift wall was formed around it with old pieces of wood held up by loose bricks and a few chairs. That was usually enough to keep him from accidentally rolling away. 

“At least one of you can appreciate sleep,” Lou sighed, taking a closer look at the curled up soft shell. His head snapped up when Lou’s head came into view holding his arms out demanding attention, “Or not,”

Lou balanced Orange in one hand thankful his boys were small enough to fit in his hands. He didn’t know how he was going to survive when plucking them up wasn’t an option anymore. Purple kept making grabby hands demanding to be held which Lou had full intentions of doing right up until his knuckles cracked painfully against a suddenly there purple shield.

“Ow-dammit! Don’t repeat that,” He told both the hatchlings very seriously. Orange giggled because he was secretly a sadist. Purple gave him a mighty baby glare tearing up insisting more to be held, “Purple, sweetie, honey, I can’t help you until you take down your shield,”

He said for what had to be the thousandth time. Once again for the thousandth time Purple proceeded to cry while his walls kept up.

“Alright, buddy I’m sorry I really can’t go through this with you right now, I need to go find your brothers,” Who were both missing and in best case scenario just tearing up the lair. Not some government officials house who would have the means and motivation to track them down and destroy them out of revenge. This is why he should know better than to fall asleep, “But that does not mean I am abandoning you, I will be back… soonish,”

He attempted to back away, Purple glaring at him the whole while. He made it to the exit wiping his brow in relief as the crying died down-- then started up screaming at twice the volume.

“Whhahhyyyiiiyy,” Lou whined looking down at orange who was gnawing gummily at his oven mitt, “I can’t abandon him can I? Alright purple you win but you’re not going to like it,”

Lou went back kicking aside one of the panels. From there it was a slow process of gently rolling(kicking) Purple in front of him. The turtle didn’t like getting rocked around any more but it was his own choice. This could probably be applied in some life lesson somewhere. So technically this was good parenting.

“Oh I know you’re not pleased with me,” Lou told his son, stopping for a second to reposition the orb to get around the kitchen doorway, the softshell glared up at him, “But consider this,” he kicked the sphere forward sending Purple tumbling through it, “Oh ho ho… I’m a terrible parent,”

Splinter chuckled miserably to himself, following his son into the kitchen. Purple bumped against the bench unharmed but dizzy. The kitchen on the other hand was very much harmed. Lou was glad Purple was in the bubble because there was shattered dishes all over the floor. Cupboards were thrown open and the left overs they had was thrown across the counter, a striped turtle looking up at him guilty.

“Blue,” Lou said in warning. A blue glow started under him his boy disappearing through it. Lou went on high alert looking around the kitchen for a sign of his son reappearing, “Blue!”

A portal reappeared dropping Blue over the glass covered floor. Lou ran lunging to make up the distance. He landed on the broken shards hissing as they dug and cut into him. His hands remained outstretched just off from where his baby blue was falling, his son hurtling towards the hazardous floor making Lou’s heart stop… a portal appeared just in front of his hands, Blue disappearing never touching the floor.

Lou hardly had a second to sigh in relief before he was up again and looking for the next portal. Luckily enough it formed not far away and he just had to reach out half lunging over the counter to catch  the hatchling.

“Gotcha,” Lou caught Blue in one hand juggling orange in the other. Both of his sons giggling at him. It was cute until the moment of panic wore off and he became aware of the piece of glass digging into him as he pressed against the counter, “Ow ow,”

Lou didn’t have time to remove the jagged shards sticking out of him. Both of his hands full he carefully tiptoed over to purple kicking him to the next room. It was a lounge of sorts given the face he had only managed to drag one arm chair in here. Lou dumped Blue and Orange in their makeshift playpen, a wooden crate that hadn’t been set on fire yet. He wedged Purple under the footrest so he wouldn’t go rolling anywhere before collapsing into the chair with a sigh.

He took a moment to groan loudly but he couldn’t wallow too long. He was still down one son and filled with glass. Lou started to pry the pieces out of him. Luckily he was wearing jeans so all but a few large pieces had missed his legs. Same with his torso, most were fairly shallow and easy to find. The worst of it was his arms, which he had to bring the tweezers out to get all the pieces. Thank goodness his mutation had at least given him increased healing, with these kids he needed it.

Lou stood up, he would still need to bandage the cuts but that could be done after he had found and made sure Red was safe. Blue and orange were occupying themselves with the rattle Lou had made by putting a couple of screws in a container. He knew soon they would start fighting over it but for now it wasn’t a fire hazard. Purple was pushing against his shield trying to free himself from being wedged under the footstool.

“All of you stay put, I’m looking at you blue,” He told the turtle seriously, Blue happily babbled back at him, “I need to go find red,”

“RaRa!”

“Yes RaRa- NO Blue!” In a flash of light Lou was in freefall, barely registering the change before he was landing in a dumpster in a place too bright to be the sewers. There were dogs barking and growling not far from him and the bustling sounds of passersby a little further away.

Lou groaned letting his head thunk back against a very nice soft rusted washing machine. Well if he wasn't at risk of infecting his cuts living in the sewers they definitely were now. He’d have to raid a pharmacy for antibiotics on their way back to the sewers from wherever in New York Blue had dropped him. 

Speaking of, he pushed himself up looking around the alley. Sure enough one end had a busy street with people too busy to look down the narrow gulley even with the dogs barking up a ruckus. Lou cast a wary look at them doubling back when he saw what they had been barking at.

“Red!” He jumped out of the bin grabbing a busted up piece of what had once been a broom.

He hit the nearest mutt surrounding his son. The boy wrapped up in his larger projection cowering against a wall. The others snapped their attention to him growling. Lou hissed in turn not entirely conscious he was doing it as he started hitting the dogs causing enough grief the pack decided they weren’t worth it.

Lou growled lowly at their retreat, his fur on end. He tried to shake himself out of it. Or find it in himself to be ashamed at the animalistic behavior, but that was hard when it helped protect his son.

“Oh little Red,” He cooed the hatchlings projection still pressed against the wall.

Lou could only hope that New York lived up to their reputation and no one spared a second glance at the rat man and his giant red son in the alleyway. Lou held out his hands trying to encourage Red to jump down to them. Instead the giant version of his son leant down until his head was resting in Lou’s hands.

“It’s alright sweetie,” He cradled the projection, patting his son’s head while looking inward to the small snapper hidden within, “Dada’s got you,”

Red whined reaching out to grab him. Lou winced as he was crushed in the too strong baby grip smooshing him against the red energy field. Half his face was pressed up against it inside he could see the real Red trying to reach out for him.

Lou smiled sadly, how scary for his boys to have powers completely out of their control. He didn’t struggle doing his best to comfort his son through the projection until he felt safe enough to take it down.

When it finally dissipated Lou’s fast reflexes from always catching Blue kicked in scooping up Red no problem. The snapper giggled as Lou cradled him close. He smiled, booping him on the snout quickly pulling back before Red could live up to his species name.

“What do you say we try to find Dada a pharmacy then sneak into a sewer and try to find our way home?” Red squealed which Lou took to mean agreement.

Thanks to Blue he had already gotten a crash course in getting around the city so soon enough they were back in the sewers close to home. He heard the damages his sons had wrought on their lair before he saw it. Good thing he kept that dumpster broom.

“Blue you’re in big trouble young man,” He called into the lair. 

The boys were still in the living room. The crate was on fire Purple in the middle of it protected by his force field. A random assortment of items were thrown around things from basketballs to surfboards, a roller skate and a pile of odd socks. So perhaps Blue had been trying to get them back and Lou couldn’t be too mad. Other than the fact it provided Orange with more kindling. 

“Go wrangle them up for me,” He set Red on the ground patting the snapper on the head and the rat went to grab a fire extinguisher. 

Both Blue and Purple had instantly flocked to Red’s side climbing over the snapper and patting his head. Orange was attempting to do the same but was still on fire. Thankfully a combination of Red and Purple force fields were keeping him at bay. Interestingly enough the colors seemed to be flowing into each other where they intersected.

Ignoring that for now Lou went about putting out fires, including orange. The hatchling was never pleased to be doused but got over it when it meant he could finally join his brothers. Putting the near spent fire extinguisher aside, Lou scooped up his sons. Grateful that his chair was only half singed he sunk down in it cradling the turtles close.

“You four run me absolutely ragged,” He complained to the squealing giggling tots. 

Orange was attempting to climb him, making a suspicious beeline for his hair. No thank you Lou could still smell the burning from the goatee incident. Blue opened up a portal above them. A shiny crown fell from it directly onto Lou’s head. He tried not to worry where that had just been stolen from as the portal closed behind it. Hopefully the news reports would make up something outlandish like a heist rather than the reality of mutant magic turtles.

Purple decided he both did and didn’t want to be held. Creating a field around him and smooshing Red into the crux of Lou’s elbow. The snapper didn’t seem to mind teething on the one patch of skin Lou hadn’t bandaged. Considering his jaw strength that would likely change. But telling him off was a slippery slope into giant tantrum time.

Lou smiled, squeezing all of them close.

“I wouldn't have it any other way,”

[feral-ferrule]

Charity and Decadence, Chapter 8, Aggravation

Spice level mild, but it’s still there, minors DNI 🔞

Warnings apply, see fic’s masterlist

Word count 6881

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Wave after wave slammed you against sand and rock. They knocked you down as you struggled against their retreat, the current sucking at your legs. They pulled you into a frothy blackness.

You were floating. Rex was pointing blasters at you, struggling to control himself. You turned to run, but your legs felt so heavy. Like trying to run through deep snow. Troopers were just ahead. You crouched in the crunchy snow behind a tree and saw them blasting a Jedi till she was completely cooked from the plasma. Fear clawed at your heart and up your neck as you ran again.

Roots tripped you and snatched at you as you struggled into a rusting dirty hallway listing to the side. You slippped and fell down a long drop to a writhing tentacled creature in some stagnant water. Catching a root you climbed back up and into a medical bay where the bad batchers were tending each other's heads with bandages.

Tech held up a clear object with a wet flat piece of bloody tissue inside. It grew tendrils. They squiggled out and wormed their way across the room to you and sank into your skin. You tried pulling away but they drew you toward their giant mouth with hideous yellow teeth and wrinkled, deformed skin. Bloodshot eyes glimmered at you in the darkness. He knows I’m here-

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You woke with a start sitting straight up and gasping. As the giant face of the Emperor faded from sight you looked around focusing on the room. You were on the Marauder. With the Batch and Rex and Anakin. And Echo. Your heart did a little flip. It was just a dream. You weren’t drowning, you weren’t being hunted. The bloody chip wasn’t eating you.

The bloody chips.

Oh, oh that’s really real right now. You remembered that whole part of the story. It’s how it all takes place it’s how they kill and the Emperor takes power. You reached around yourself and felt cold empty blankets. Echo was gone. Maybe that weird thing you had felt in his head during an exam was one of those chips. You felt someone’s worry. A headache was setting in.

A knock sounded at the door. You looked up, rubbing your temple as the door slid open. Hunter was standing there looking curious.

“I’m sorry,” he looked down at you then away but then back at you like he was conflicted. “It sounded like you were in distress… are you alright?”

Your heart rate was slowing down and you steadied your breath. “Yes, just a nightmare.” You remembered he had highly attuned senses and could probably hear your heart practically beating out of your chest. You took a shuddering deep breath and sighed, swinging your legs off the cot and resting your elbows on your knees. You put your head in your hands and tried pressing the headache away.

“We all get those from time to time,” he said softly, taking a couple steps forward and dropping to a knee as the door slid closed. “Can I get you anything?”

“No I’ll be fine, I get these from time to time, I’ll manage, thank you.” You watched his hand appear as he reached out and gave your knee a squeeze.

“Echo told us you really helped him a lot back there. That he’d be a dead man without your extra special care.”

Your eyes went wide and you felt the hot flush creep up your face. You peaked at him from behind your fingers on your temple. His expression was knowing but soft- as soft as it can get with a skull tattoo making half his face more fearsome. His energy wasn’t lewd or predatory, more like thirsty curiosity and he definitely knew. “Does everyone know then?”

He shook his head, “Well, I figured it out on my own, and confirmed with Tech who says you told him. And I don’t know about Rex, they’ve been talking for a long time.”

You sat up straighter leaning toward him and set a hand on his on your knee. “I don’t want Echo to feel embarrassed, I’m not sure how his fellow soldiers would react to one of their own being nursed like a baby.” You scoffed at your phrasing.

“I can tell you any clone would envy that privilege.” Your eyes snapped up to his face. He turned up the smoulder, hooding his eyes a little and letting the corner of his mouth tick up. He worked his jaw slightly and he glanced down your body.

You let your demeanor turn a bit icy. “So you just came to check on me for no other reason than to make sure I was ok?” You said as you took his hand and moved it off your knee then leaned back on both your arms while crossing one knee over the other.

You watched him realize he’d better not cross this line you were drawing. “I’m sorry, I just-“

“I would have done that for any of you guys if you’d been in Echo’s position,” you said with an emphasis on “if.”

He looked down at his hands that he was wringing, “I’m glad you were there for him and that you’re both out of it now,” he seemed to be backpedaling. Good.

“Out of the frying pan and into the fire it seems.” You said wryly.

He looked a little confused at first but then smiled as the new idiom made sense to him. He took the opportunity to change subjects. “Right, it’s constant war for us clones. But Echo seems ready to jump back in. Speaking of jumping,” he stood up, “we’re coming out of hyperspace soon and will make our final approach to Anaxes. You were out for a good long time. The boys finally gave up waiting for you to pick a bunk out there.” He thumbed over his shoulder with a smirk.

You blinked, “You’re not kidding are you?” you rolled your eyes remembering the figure you saw when you entered the little room hours ago.

Hunter chuckled, “I’ll let you get ready.” He stepped to the door.

“Hunter?” He paused. “Thank you for checking on me.” You looked up from your slightly reclined position, “I really appreciate that.” You winked at him. He raised an eyebrow, gave you a nod and exited as you could have swore you heard some fragments of his thoughts. Something about how aggravating you were, and just how appreciative you might be... Satisfied with how you had -only very slightly- teased the guy, you decided to get changed and ready right there before going to the ‘fresher.

You pulled your bag onto the cot and fished through your things. With a clean outfit layed out, you said a few words of gratitude through the force to whoever they had belonged to. Most of your clothing had come from a stockpile of discards in the main Separatist lab. The captured subjects would be stripped and put in examination gowns for the rest of their short lives. One day you followed the droid with their clothing to a large storage room full of crates on wheels. It looked like a Goodwill bin store except sickening in its implications. You’d found your bag and several outfits in there which you took to the laundry facility on site and washed. You pulled your sleep top and breast band off and tossed the pads in the trash receptacle. You were folding your sleep shirt when the door behind you hissed open. You froze, but then brought the shirt up to cover your front and twisted around on the spot to see who it was.

Tech was frozen in the doorway with a water bottle tucked under an arm, ration bar in one hand and steaming cup of caf in the other. He was silently stammering, looking apologetic and enchanted all at once. You took pity on him and stepped over to him. With one arm holding your shirt across your chest you reached out with the other, grabbed him by the flak vest and pulled him into the room with you so the door could close. A look of happy shock lit up his face. He swallowed and managed to croak, “My apologies. Hunter said you were up and to bring you a cup of caf before final approach. He did not mention that you would be in a state of undress.”

You gave him a half smile, “He left out the detail that he left me to get ready, huh? Is he always this much of an instigator?” You took the cup of caf out of his hand, held it up to your face breathed in the aroma and took a sip. He was about to answer that but you interrupted, “Mmmm,” you looked up in his eyes, “it’s been so long since I had anything like this. Thank you, Tech.”

Tech couldn’t tear his eyes off your mouth as you licked your lips a tiny bit and took another sip. “You are most welcome” he said in a daze, "I also have these for you.” He set the water and ration bar down on the counter and finally looked you in the eye.

“You are so thoughtful, sweetie, thank you.”

He blushed furiously as you set the caf down and picked up the bar. He was about to say something when the door opened again. Crosshair. He glided in and looked around Tech’s shoulder. His eyes lingered on all your skin then flicked over to the bar before holding steady on your eyes as he shouldered around Tech and took the bar from your hand. His fingers once again lightly caressing yours. “Are you really going to make her eat one handed, Tech? Can’t you see she needs a little…help?” He started opening the ration wrapper.

Tech had turned to fully face him and held up a finger between you and him. “I just got here with these for Choy, and no I didn’t know she’d be undressed and I don’t intend to stay and neither should you,” His voice was rising in irritation. “Why are you in here anyway?”

“Hunter sent-“

You plucked the ration out of Crosshair's fingers as he glared at his brother. Wow, they really resembled each other now. “You are both too cute, you know that?” They both shifted their eyes to you, “Thank you for your help, boys, now I need to finish getting dressed.” You added firmly, setting the bar next to the caf and pushing on Tech’s shoulder to turn him towards the door with your free hand. He was rooted in his stance towards his brother.

“I’d be happy to help you with anything at all, kitten.” Crosshair said as his gaze slid down your form.

“Cross-“ Tech started in a dangerous tone.

“Don’t you ‘kitten’ me, trooper,” you said, lighting a fire in his eyes as the door slid open again.

Echo stood there in somewhat baggy blacks looking sad. But then surprised to see the men in there with the charged and tense atmosphere. His expression turned dark when he registered your state of undress.

“What’s going on? Choy are you alright?” In one fluid moove he drew himself up as tall as he could, stalked through the room and gathered you behind him as he turned to the twins. You were pushed back further in the small room and had both arms holding your shirt over yourself now. Such strong energy was radiating off Echo it was a little startling and incredibly hot. Strong, protective, he felt like your castle wall and your knight all at once as he stared at the twins furiously.

Crosshair stared daggers and Tech held up his hands, “We were just leaving, Hunter-“

“What’s all the commotion?” It was Rex now. The other three clones stood somewhat at attention. Rex was partially in the room and craning his head to assess the situation. As he noticed you at the back you could see the wheels start turning in his head. Time to nip this in the bud.

“Alright boys, this is enough! Everyone out!” You shouted with your voice and your force presence. All their eyes went wide. “Tech,” you added sweetly, “Crosshair,” you said with slight irritation, “thank you for your help. Rex, thank you for checking in. Now out, the lot of you!” You gently extended the force around the room to subtly nudge them to the door. Poor Rex looked very confused. Echo was about to follow them when you grasped his arm and held him back as the door hissed shut. You felt for the lock mechanism, willed it to engage and pulled Echo around to face you. He was a complex jumble of emotions. Anger, jealousy and protectiveness fading behind relief, desire and a little bit of fear from your outburst. But under it all was grief. You slid your hand down to his and squeezed, sending him [safe gentle comfort]. He gripped you back and brought his scomp arm to your hip and closed his eyes, leaning slightly toward you.

You leaned to touch foreheads with him, “Echo? Are you ok? And what was that all about with the other two?”

He opened his eyes and they burned into yours for a second before he sorted his feelings and sighed, “I feel I want to protect you, cyare. I, I know you are not mine but- I didn’t know what was going on and they seemed-“

“I know, and you were already upset weren’t you?” you soothed and moved closer till your arm over your chest bumped into him. You looked up into his golden eyes and said, “Those are the most words I’ve ever heard from you,” and you smiled at him with your whole heart, beaming warmth and affection through the force. He definitely felt it and smiled a little sadly. “We haven’t had a chance to actually talk.”

“No, and we should, but I was just talking with Rex and wanted, I just was hoping you could just,“ his chin was trembling and tears were welling up in his eyes. He pulled back and motioned to your nakedness with his scomp. “Why don't you finish what they interrupted.” He lowered his eyes ducking his head a little and made to turn and leave the room. But you held fast to his hand. You knew Rex must have told him all about the deaths of his brothers while he was captured.

“You got some bad news, didn’t you?” His tears were falling now. “You can stay.”

His eyes caught yours and he stammered, “I- I don’t have to you can have some priva-“

“And you don’t have to be shy around me, I think we are past that, don’t you?” You stepped back and finally lowered your arm remaining over your chest, dropping the slightly damp shirt onto the cot. Echo’s pale skin flared up with a flush of pink warmth, his darker lips parting as he stared at your very swollen and leaking breasts. Your emotions and force use had made the milk flow increase. You sat down on the cot and pulled at his hand to bring him down with you. He sat on the floor between your legs. His crossed under the cot below you. This put your breasts just below his eye level, perfectly aligned for him to-

“Oh Meshla.”

He circled you in his arms and pressed his ear to your chest, soaking in your warmth and heartbeat. You felt some warm tears slip down your skin and felt him shake a little. You held and stroked his head. “I’m so sorry, Echo,” you soothed, “take all the time you need, we don’t have to say anything.” You knew he’d have to go through all the stages of grief but also knew clones were wired differently so you weren’t sure what to expect. He sniffed and nuzzled his face between your breasts and chuckled.

“If Fives could see me now.” He murmured as he brought his hand and scomp to your boobs giving them a firm press that made you hiss with a twinge of pain.

Echo looked up at you, stricken,”They hurt? Is that my fault?” He withdrew his hand and scomp.

You grasped them and put them back on your sides just below your tender boobs, rubbing reassuring circles on them, “No my sweet, it’s the force. It’s how it affects my body. They are so full now they hurt. You have helped me with them almost as much as I’ve helped you.” You looked at him pleadingly. “You could help me again.” He glanced at the door. “I locked it,” you said tapping the side of your head. He looked up at you in wonder, hesitating.

“They told me you were sort of a Jedi,”

“I can do the things they can but I’m not part of the Jedi order or even trained much. I’m not held to their expectations or limitations,” you said, smiling sweetly at him, “and I’m definitely not in a position of authority over clones. Officially,” you added with a minxy little smile, arching your back a little to bring his attention back to where you needed it.

He exhaled a bit through his mouth with some amusement and looked back at your nipples in front of him, his eyes glinting at the sight of the little beads of milk on their tips. “This is for you Fives,” he whispered as he drew you closer with his scomp behind you. But he didn’t just latch on to a nipple. He kissed your breasts, nuzzled them with his nose and deeply inhaled your scent. He cupped your right side in his hand and pressed the other with his scomp while lavishing both with hot open mouthed kisses. It was driving you wild, you had to put your hands on his shoulders to stay upright.

“Echo,” you squeezed his shoulders and sucked a breath through your teeth,”this is not helping, I feel like I’ll burst. Please.” You could feel him smile against your boob and shift a little as he drew your nipple into the wet heat of his mouth and latched on. You hid a wince as the let down was intense. You felt light headed and so needy as both sides cramped and gushed with milk. Without missing a beat he brought the sleep shirt up and pressed it to your free breast with his scomp as he squeezed your tit he was attached to. It was beginning to soften. He pulled off that side gently, swallowing. He looked you in the eye, shifted you a bit and latched onto the still taut full breast. As he sucked that side down enough for you to have some relief he maneuvered himself onto his knees. He pulled off and rose up.

His eyes were dark with desire as they met yours. You were both still gently touching each other. “Can I kiss you?” He asked.

“Please, yes,” you whispered. He lowered his eyes to your lips and leaned in. His breath was the first thing you felt as he tilted his face before his lips met yours. They were warm from being on your heated swollen tits. You could feel he was holding back, being careful, testing your waters, still unsure of how far you were willing to go. You held his beautiful face and kissed him back, lipping at his lower lip a bit. You hummed and nuzzled next to his nose with yours as you licked a little at the seam of his still chastly closed lips. This was all the prompting he needed to circle you tight in his arms and deepen the kiss. His tongue sliding inside your mouth, filling it up and licking against yours making room for your smaller one to explore his mouth. He swallowed the little moans you made which spurred him on. He hummed deeply in his throat while passionately lavishing your mouth, jaw and neck with his lips and tongue, and teeth. He pulled back from sucking on your neck with a look in his eyes you couldn’t place.

“Did I ever tell you how sweet you are?” He held you firmly but gently around your back with his scomp arm while caressing and squeezing your breast with his hand.

“I think you’re pretty sweet, too, Echo,” you cooed, caressing him around the ports and plating attached to his body, “and handsome and competent.”

He smiled, puffing up with confidence. “I meant literally.” He sank back down to the fuller boob and suckled a bit. Rising back up he leaned in to kiss your mouth again licking at your lips. You opened them for him and he fit his mouth around yours and pushed your milk into your mouth with his tongue. He was right, it was sweet and rich. Like the milk left after finishing a bowl of cereal. You smiled as he pulled back to look at you. “I knew you were feeding me something delicious before we started doing this. But then I tasted you and couldn’t believe it. Is that the force that makes it sweet?”

You thought a moment thinking back on what you knew from your old life “No, that's normal. You are tasting milk meant to grow a human baby fast.” Something flickered in his eyes as he listened, “Humans need a different kind of milk than a calf.”

“They didn’t really teach us this sort of thing when we were cadets.” He looked a little shy suddenly, “I thought girls were just curvy to be pretty. Until my brother with medic training explained a few things to the rest of us, but I was such a rule follower and we were officially forbidden from… being with females, I tried not to think on it too much. As little as I could, anyway. Fives, my brother, he rounded up some girls when we became ARCs to celebrate, but I didn’t- she did things mostly, but I’ve never actually… ” You were a little surprised to hear him say he was so inexperienced.

“I bet Fives would be so happy for you now. Rescued and with a girl in your arms.” He laughed softly and looked a little sad. “And was that Kix, your medic brother?”

“Yeah, Kix,” he looked at you curiously, “did Rex mention him?”

“No, Echo, I know about you all in the war, before, before I was captured. It’s a long story.” You brought your hands down to your boobs and gave them a squeeze and compared their heft. The one side felt bigger and heavier still. Echo’s questions about how you knew his brothers were derailed as he watched you fondle yourself. “Can you even me out, honey? This side is still a little full.”

He kissed you again and smiled against you,”Of course sweet yaiyai’ika.” He lowered back down, supported your breast with his scomp and latched on. You brought your legs around him, linking your ankles behind his back and held his head against you. As he drank he caressed your lower back but refrained from touching any lower. So you reached down and pushed his hand lower. This was all the encouragement he needed to grab a handful of your ass and squeeze. Your pussy was throbbing at this point and you were feeling really flustered. You squeezed him with your legs so his body pressed against your crotch.

He seemed to sense your neediness. He removed his hand from your ass and gave your breasts a comparative squeeze. Satisfied with their evenness he started rubbing your thigh close to the crease with your hip. “Does this turn you on that much? Is that also the force?”

You pushed the force out of your head to access your memories better “People can experience something similar briefly when nursing babies, it stimulates nerves and the hormones to help the uterus to contract after birth. But with a baby it’s different, not sexy, just annoying till it goes away. But it can be bothersome. With you and whatever the force is doing to me, it makes me feel like a cat in heat.”

“Cat? Like a Tooka?” He smiled, eyeing you biting your lip. You nodded. He brought his hand and scomp to you ass cheeks again and scooted you tighter against him, then thought better of it and released you a little. “I’d like to help you with that, too. I’m willing to throw the reg manuals completely out the airlock for you.” He hugged you, his face between your breasts. “I just have an issue down below with… my attachments…”

“It’s ok, honey, I know, we will take care of that at the base when we get there. You’re right, it needs to be corrected before we do certain things together.” You felt him shudder and heard him groan. He hugged you a little tighter. “I will be right there the whole time. I won’t let it hurt. I promise.” You punctuated your words with little kisses around his head.

A rough knocking pounded at the door startling both of you. “Umm uhhhh. Finish up whatever you’re doing and get in a crash seat in five minutes. We’re coming out of hyperspace in a battle zone. Ok bye.” Wrecker had apparently drawn the short straw to get you out of the room.

You stood and stretched, “I really want to use the ‘fresher before that.” You said as you wriggled into all your clothes you’d laid out. You grabbed your toothbrush and stopped to look at Echo who had been enjoying the outfit change, especially the pants part. You reached down for him and he gave you his hand and stood. You grasped his scomp and hand and held them both to your lips kissing his palm and fingers then moving to the scomp tip and kissing it too. You could sense the circuitry within, humming with electricity. You could tell he was surprised by your attention. “This was nice, I like the way you talk, let’s talk more, soon.”

He brightened up, “Yeah, soon.” He touched a hickey blooming on your neck.

“Sorry about that,” he apologized, looking concerned as he realized your collar wouldn’t hide it.

“No it’s a good thing, shows them what’s what and who’s who’s. Hold still.” You tiptoed up and licked at his neck sucking a mark on his pale skin that would just peak out of his collar. “There, now go make peace with the boys. You will need each other. And don’t worry about me, I can handle them.”

“What does that word mean that you called me? Huh-nee?” He pronounced it slowly.

“I’ll tell you when you tell me what yai-yai-ika means.” He laughed softly and blushed. Hmm, what does that mean you wondered as you ducked out of the room to the ‘fresher.

You were quick in the fresher and hastily stepped out of it bright into Crosshair. He put his hands up to your arms to stop you from completely crashing into him and held you for a moment as he eyed the hickey blooming on your neck. “Whatever he does for you, I could do ten times better. Kitten.” He added the nickname with intent.

You smirked, pointing your toothbrush at him “Careful you old tom cat, this kitten’s got fangs.” You smiled and willed some flashy sparks at the tips of your canines, “and claws,” you added as you traced a finger you also made sparkly down his chest. You pushed him with it while using the force to hover him just a hair up off of the floor and back at arm's length. He raised his eyebrows as you drew away, purposefully giving a little extra swing to your hips. Your last clean outfit was the most form fitting of your clothing. A sort of tactical leggings with all the pockets which had a tear that allowed a glimpse of your upper thigh and hip. The long sleeve ribbed compression shirt that resembled the clones’ blacks clung and hugged all your curves. You felt Crosshair's eyes on you then heard him swear under his breath and the fresher door open and close.

Back in the med bay you packed your bag and stowed it for the final approach. The caf was cold but you sipped it and ate the ration bar quickly and washed it down with the water. Ugh, that was definitely not one of Wrecker’s special stash. You tidied up and put the blankets away. Heading back out to the cockpit you tried putting all your defenses up like Master Windu had taught you to make yourself as invisible as you could as you slipped into the forward cockpit area of the ship. Echo was rubbing at the hickey you gave him as Anakin clapped him on the shoulder. The other clones looked on with a mixture of admiration and envy.

“You sure are lucky,” Wrecker said wistfully.

“I think it’s more forced proximity and circumstance than luck,” pouted Tech.

“Best thing you could ask for in those circumstances,” Hunter volleyed back.

“Never saw this coming from you, Echo, you were always so rigid about the rules,” said Rex. They all looked at eachother. It wasn’t talked about much -the abstinence expected of them. Some clones had one fling with a clone groupie before dying in battle. And some had actual relationships. But it was more common to die before having the opportunity. Which was the expectation. Still the medics made sure to debrief their squads of shinies with a quick sex ed lesson as soon as they were off Kamino so they’d be prepared for the situations they’d encounter with civilians, especially with the roving cliques of ‘barrack bunnies’ with trooper body counts in mind.

Echo was both chuffed and embarrassed. “Well there’s no following those rules with her right there.” He stressed. They all laughed.

“She’s just being charitable,” Crosshair sneered. Anakin crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows as the rest of them shot him angry expressions. Rex stood up and Hunter stepped over to him and stopped him with a hand to his shoulder and said, “Don’t mind him. He’s just jealous.” Rex relaxed a little and put his hand on Echo’s shoulder.

“Choy has been very very charitable to Echo,” said Tech, “but that does not mean she’s not genuinely affectionate towards him.”

Echo gave him a hard stare. Wrecker asked, “Wwhaat do you mean by very very charitable, Tech?”

Hunter cleared his throat, glancing down at Echo then addressed Crosshair. “Did you find Choy? Is she still in the ‘fresher?” He peered in your direction.

“No, maybe she went back to the med bay.”

“She wasn’t in there after you was she, Cross? She might be dead.” Wrecker shot at him. Crosshair glared.

This was your que, time to face them all. You were back by the crash seats so you let down your obscurity and strode forward out of the shadows. “Hey guys, I’m all packed and everything in the ‘bay’s been stowed. All ready to come out of the jump.”

Anakin had noticed the odd nature of your appearance and raised an eyebrow. The rest of them were too distracted by the obvious marks on your neck and your form fitting outfit with the revealing tear in your pants to contemplate much else. You winked at Echo, but decided too much PDA would be cruel right now, even though you really wanted to torment Hunter. Echo looked love struck and it made your heart ache. He was still pretty gaunt and frail looking compared to the other guys now that he was in the middle of them and you pictured him more filled-out like you knew he’d be soon.

“Right,” Tech chimed, “two minutes to sub-light speed.”

“Everyone find a seat and strap in. Anything could be happening when we get there. Wrecker, be ready to man the cannons in back.” Hunter barked. They all put their helmets on. You took a seat in the row of crash seats along the hull. Echo sat next to you, pulled your harness down, latched it, and held your hand. Anakin sat to your other side and Rex across in the other row. The batchers all sat up front with Tech at the helm. Wrecker caught your eye, his helmet trainer directly on you. He waved at you and gave you a thumbs up. You winked and blew him a kiss which he pretended to catch and put in a pouch. It made you giggle.

Anakin leaned over to you, “ I hear you’ve had to beat these guys off with a stick”

You huffed a laugh, feeling a little nervous this close to him, “All except Wrecker.”

“He’s aware of his size and doesn’t want to scare you off. He said he’s hoping you’ll stay on with the crew. Like their own misfit Jedi.”

“Oh he’s so adorable,” you shook your head.

“I noticed you come out of nowhere from the back of the ship. Where’d you learn that one?”

“Master Windu. We only had a couple lessons together, but he really taught me a lot.”

“Well you’re either a fast study or there’s more to you than you’re telling us.”

“I did try telling you, but it was apparently too much to believe.” You lowered your eyelids a bit at him and gave him an annoyed look. [I really do want to tell you but you have to understand that I’m not from here (you sent him a visual of this galaxy and panned out to include a sweeping view of this entire visible universe)]

Anakin looked astonished by your clear mental picture you sent him. He concentrated. This wasn’t as easy for him [Can you tell me right now?]

[Ok, first, this universe is a story where I’m from. Holovids and books and art. You are all characters in it and we’ve seen how this war ends and what happens to the Republic (scenes of the clone wars cartoon with his last words to Ahsoka about understanding wanting to leave the Jedi Order, and then the first time he met Padme when he was a boy on Tatooine)]

He looked incredulous [Aw come on, you can’t, how?]

[Anakin I’m serious as a heart attack. You know I didn’t see these things in your mind. It’s locked down like a fortress.]

[you are tricking me this is impossible] he started darting his eyes around at Rex and the others

You knocked your knee into his [How do you think I feel?? (Less clear images of your family) ] you felt tears threatening to well up. It was hard to remember and use the force at the same time. He looked reproachful.

“Cyare, are you ok?” Echo asked. You whipped your head to him and he looked down at your joined hands. You looked, too and realized you were squeezing his hand really hard.

“They were doing that Jedi mind talking,” Rex said, “Arguing from the looks of it.”

You turned to Rex, “He was being stubborn and not listening.” Anakin scoffed as you soothed your thumb over where you had been crushing Echo’s hand.

“I think you’ll get along great with General Kenobi,” Rex chuckled. Echo nodded and laughed as Anakin shook his head with a smirk.

At that moment the Marauder came out of hyperspace with a stomach turning lurch.

“Look I can tell you’re not lying, let’s just continue this conversation later.” Anakin said quietly to you.

“Deal,” you replied.

“Bogey at five o’clock,” you heard from the front. “Wrecker get back there!”

“Right onnit!” He barreled past you and you looked at Echo and squeezed his hand again. He squeezed back and winked at you.

The boys handled the Separatist scout quickly and guided the Marauder to the Republic base. You looked down at your hand linked with Echo’s and wondered how long you really had together. You were fairly certain you’d have to part ways soon. Echo would be choosing who to deploy with and you would most likely be taken to Coruscant with the Jedi. You’d have to start thinking about your future instead of taking life one day at a time. You looked up at Echo and found him staring at you with a soft expression. He was having similar thoughts, you realized. This sweet soul, so young and so old at the same time, how did that work?

Tech commed the base tower and you were cleared in by a voice just like Echo’s or Rex’s. You could see the mountain with the large cavern base through the windows at the front. It was getting close really fast, you thought. The runway with various crafts and personnel rushed past and at the last second Tech back-thrusted into a twisting landing, skidding to a halt sideways. The maneuver threw you side to side and you were gripped hard onto the harness over your body. As the engines powered down you could see troopers emerging from where they had taken cover and they didn’t look happy.

“Woohoo! yeah! Your landings are always extra fun in the back, Tech!” Wrecker called down from the gun turret. You looked around at the guys. The batchers didn’t seem phased. Anakin and Echo both gave you a look like they were grateful to be alive and Rex was just shaking his helmeted head. You undid your harness and went to get your bag sliding your arms through the straps.

You were smiling brightly standing near the exit hatch. Your eyes were shining. Literally. You were glowing again. The last couple awful years were finally really behind you. The guys gathered around you while Tech finished flipping switches and pressing buttons. Then he also made his way over to the hatch as you all waited for the stair mechanism to deploy. Crosshair pressed up against you. “Careful, kitten, this place is crawling with regs who haven’t been on leave in a long time.” You turned and looked at him ready to fire back some real wingers, but the look on his face was genuine concern.

Tech leaned over and whispered “Crosshair’s correct, be careful, the new batches out of Kamino are not being raised with the same code of morals as we were.”

“They’re just less mature,” Anakin, who was right next to you, winked. “You’ll be just fine.” You knowingly smirked back at him and then turned back to the twins. Who were really really close and you had to tilt your head back to look up at them.

“Thanks for the heads up, guys.” They both looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky. You turned back around catching Hunter’s and Wrecker’s eyes as the stairs touched down on the tarmac. “Good job on those guns, big guy,” you said to Wrecker who beamed. You leaned in close to Hunter’s ear and whispered “Thanks for the rescue, second best thing I could have asked for in the circumstances.” You winked at him as you stood back at Anakin’s side to let him work out your meaning alone. [Aggravating] you definitely felt from behind you. That’s interesting, you thought. The hatch opened and fresh air blew in. It was glorious after the staleness of the Marauder’s recycled air and the awful harshness of Skako Minor.

Rex and Echo were in the front of the group and the first to see the assembled crowd of troopers and Jedi. You felt Echo pause with a jumble of feelings. Excitement, recognition, self consciousness, grief. You reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. You knew those he remembered must be looking at him and processing, maybe even looking shocked. But there were so many missing faces. He squeezed back. Then he and Rex descended the stairs.

You got your first good look outside. The base was a huge facility with a large runway flanked by dozens of hangars and buildings and lined with all manner of republic space craft and ground vehicles. The place was buzzing with activity. A large assembly of clones from the 501st, 212th and 187th, stood before you. Their blue, gold and purple armor paint dotting the crowd. You felt your heart squeeze for all of them. Survivors of horrors past and fresh replacements for those that didn’t. And all of them slaves to the whim of this awful war and the evil behind it.

Anakin derailed your thoughts by holding his arm out for you. You got the impression that he wanted to be seen with you on his arm. You reflected his smirk back at him and took it. He was definitely pulling rank. The assembled crowd who had been staring at and cheering Echo all caught sight of you at the same time. Their eyes followed your descent to the tarmac. You saw several faces that had to be Obi Wan, Jesse, Kix, Cody, and-

“CHOY!?” Mace Windu was practically bouncing, pushing past everyone else to quickly get to the front of the crowd. “Choy, is that really you?!”

[your-divine-ribs]

Kinktober 💗 Baby Fever

Words: 1.5k // Dad Van // breeding kink

"Really wanna put another baby in there Mrs McCann”

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💗 It's been perfect, a trip to your local beach with the kids on a blazing hot day in August. There's been paddling in the sea, hunting for crabs in rock-pools and gallons of ice cream have been consumed. Now Leo's busying himself building a sandcastle and Grace is digging a huge trench in the sand. "It's for daddy to go in," she grins widely and you and Van immediately burst into laughter.

💗 "Bit worrying when your five year old's digging a grave for ya!" Van sniggers quietly so Grace can't hear. You're sitting on a beach towel leaning back against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder, enjoying the brief respite whilst your kids play contentedly.

💗 "Maybe she's after the inheritance early," you chuckle, sighing in contentment as you feel your husband's hands slide around your waist, nudging under the hem of your t-shirt to seek your bare skin. "This is so nice, just the four of us... and I can't believe the kids are actually amusing themselves for once. It's perfect."

💗 "Mmm... could be better though," he replies, a teasing tone to his voice. "Maybe if we had another baby... or ten more!"

💗 He phrases it like a joke but you know he's fully serious. As soon as one of the kids starts to show a bit of independence the baby fever hits again. "But we just had Leo nine months ago. No more babies for you Mr McCann."

💗 "Babies?" Grace suddenly pipes up, her head swivelling around at the mention of the word. "More babies? Are you having another one? Leo's a stinky boy and I want a little sister... please mummy... please!"

💗 "Look what you started!" You giggle as Grace sinks down on to her knees in the sand, full on begging you, her eyes wide and imploring. "Daddy's just being silly honey, we're not having another baby... well not yet anyway."

💗 "Well I'm in favour of what Grace wants," Van laughs, then his voice lowers as he whispers directly into the shell of your ear, a hand smoothing over your belly. "Really wanna put another baby in there Mrs McCann."

💗 A week later your kids hit several very important milestones. Grace starts school and marches straight in with her usual confidence. Leo takes his first wobbly faltering step, right into his dad's delighted arms. Then he fusses at his mid-afternoon breastfeed, pushing you away and whimpering in your arms until you lie him down in his cot for a nap.

💗 Van finds you sitting on your bed ten minutes later, surrounded by Leo and Grace's tiny newborn baby-grows, clutching their scan photos, sobbing quietly so as not to wake your sleeping son next door.

💗 "Whatever's the matter?" He dashes straight over, cradling you in his arms, stroking your hair as you sob into his chest. "It's the kids... they don't need me anymore... they're growing up so fast... too fast!"

💗 "Of course they need ya love," he reassures you, squeezing you tightly to his body. "You're the best mum ever and they're always gonna need ya. Even when they're all grown up and Grace has her own band and Leo's even bigger than me!"

💗 He pulls back to look at you, cupping your face in his hands and wiping away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. "Now no more tears okay? C'mon Y/N, ya mean the world to those kids, and to me too. I love ya. I love ya so much. We all do."

💗 He leans in to press his lips against yours and he lingers there, deepening the kiss as you reach up to bury your hands in his hair, a low growl emanating from the back of his throat as your hands fly to the buttons on his shirt, hurriedly unfastening them.

💗 "Whatcha doing love? I thought you were upset." He doesn't stop you though, in fact he helps you out, taking over and pushing his jeans down his hips as you fumble with the buttons on his fly.

💗 As soon as he's naked you're pushing him down on to the bed by his shoulders and hitching up your dress, tugging your panties down your legs and kicking them aside. "What's brought all this on?" He asks, stunned but delighted as you climb back on to the bed, straddling him purposefully. "God you're so hot when ya take charge."

💗 "You said you wanted to put another baby in me didn't you? Well, here's your chance!" You watch Van's expression cycle from shock to pure joy, but then caution casts a cloud as he reaches up to your shoulders and flips you over so he's hovering over you. "Are you sure about this babe? I mean this is an important decision and I didn't think you were ready. You said so last week."

💗 "I'm ready," you tell him, looking up at him earnestly. "It's not like it's hit me just now either, I've been thinking about it for a while if I'm being completely honest. I love you and I love our family and I'm so ready for it to grow. Now are you gonna fuck me or not?"

💗 "Yes ma'am!" He grins goofily before his lips collide against yours with passion, like you've just bestowed the greatest gift upon him and he needs to act on it right this very moment. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he mutters against your lips and then the skin of your neck, kisses peppered in between his words of devotion as you cling to him.

💗 "Gonna fill you up so good," he groans into your neck as he pushes into you slowly, stretching you out as he buries himself up to the hilt. "Gonna fuck a baby into you. Is that what you want?"

💗 "Uh-huh," you reply, letting out a breathy whimper as he hooks an arm under your leg, pressing it back over his shoulder so he can angle his next thrust impossibly deep. "I want your cum. Fuck it into me as deep as you can."

💗 "Christ babe," he mutters, his forehead resting on yours as he draws back and bucks into you again. "Not gonna last long if ya say stuff like that t'me!"

💗 It's almost too much, the way he bears down on you, your leg hiked up on his shoulder so he can fuck you slow and deep and dirty. You're mewling below him with each powerful thrust of his hips, trying to stifle the sounds but it feels too good. The bed's creaking so much you fret that it might wake Leo.

💗 "Gonna look so fucking beautiful with my baby inside ya. Belly all swollen, so pretty and glowing, god I love ya so much, ya know that?" He's panting with exertion, cheeks flushed rosy pink and brows pulled into a crease as he tries with all his might to hold on for as long as he can.

💗 "Are you gonna take it all like a good girl huh? Want me to fuck you full of my cum?" His dirty words make your pussy flutter and clench around him, pulling the most heavenly groans from him as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, mouthing at your skin, sucking bruises.

💗 "Want it so bad," you whine, eyes rolling as you feel him slip a hand in between your bodies, fingers rubbing eagerly at your clit. "I want every last drop. Please Van... give it to me."

💗 You sound desperate, needy, but you don't care. All you can think about now is the feel of him hot and rigid and throbbing inside you, the way his cock drags snugly against your walls, hitting every sensitive spot just right. You can feel your orgasm building, coaxed by his skilled fingers which swirl over your clit with practiced ease.

💗 "I'm so close," you breathe, the coil in your core starting to unravel, your back arching up off the bed. "That's it, come for me love, come for me," he urges, lips crashing back into yours to swallow down your moans.

💗 "Fuck, feels so good... you feel so good," he gasps out shakily, his thrusts getting sloppy and unco-ordinated as he approaches his own high. Your legs start to tremble as you bite down hard on your lip to stay quiet.

💗 Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave of pleasure and relief, and Van follows on mere seconds later, both of you cursing and groaning as he empties his load deep inside you. His chest is heaving as his body slumps on top of you, both of your heartbeats thundering together in unison.

💗 "Shit... that was... mmm... that was incredible." Your voice sounds faraway, dreamy as he raises his head to look at you with so much adoration in his eyes. They're blue like the ocean, sparkling with love. "But I think we must be crazy," you add with a grin. "Leo's not even out of nappies yet and here we are trying again."

💗 "I'm so happy love, you wouldn't believe it. You make me so happy... you and the kids are all I need. I love you." You reach up to brush strands of sweat-dampened hair out of his face so you can see him more clearly. "I love you too."

[atombonniebaby]

Love in the Crosshairs: Just the Thing I need

Some notes!

(Love in the Crosshairs is my Nate and MacCready series 🙌 Part one begins Vanilla blends into SS2's storyline and jumps between Nate and Mac's POV)

(Note on the title: When Jake did his "Why it's an ASAM, just the thing I need!" I was fully invested in Sim Settlements 2 🤣)

Now that I have finally complete SS2, I know exactly how this whole thang plays out 💪🏻 I got 4 chapters for ya! (and then some...but those ain't in order yet 🤣)

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Relationships: Nate & MacCready (father-son dynamic🙌), Nate/Jake Evans (SS2) MacCready/Sturges

Chapter 1: War Never Changes.

(I've posted this prologue before...but I have more chapters!)

Sanctuary Hills October 23, 2077.

Deep red leaves rustled in the crisp autumn air as the sun began to creep up over the hillside, casting a murky haze over the serene show of contemporary suburban living, America's "Homes of the Future." The residents of Sanctuary Hills lived in blissful ignorance as the world held its breath to the ever-present threat of Nuclear Devastation. Amidst the suburban sprawl, the morning sun warmed the cheeks of Nathanial Alasdair Watt, Nate to his nearest and dearest.

Nate leaned over a dusty blue cot, his eyes not quite believing that the soft and squishy bundle snoring away was his son. Months old already, how long would it be before he would be chasing after him around the cul-de-sac? With a lingering glance over Shaun, Nate slipped out of his room and stepped into the hallway, closing the door softly behind him. The house was quiet, and Nate's footsteps echoed in the empty hall, leading him to the kitchen.

"Ah, Master Nate! Good morning, sir!” Codsworth chirped, his eye stalks flitting in greeting. "Your coffee. 173.5 degrees Fahrenheit. Brewed to perfection!"

"Ah'll take yer word for it," Nate yawned, a fond smile spreading across his face as he reached for the steaming mug of coffee.

"Ah, of course, my apologies, Sir. 78.61 degrees Celcius!"

Nate snorted. "I flunked maths, son. Just say it's hot."

Codsworth let out a chuckle. "Ah, I forgot, the young miss is the brains of the operation."

"Aye, that she is. But she'll no be without a proper feedin'. Could you go rouse her for me?" Nate asked.

"Of course, Sir! Right away!" Codsworth trilled, floating away towards El's room.

"Good luck wi' that," Nate muttered, shaking his head. El liked her sleep, that one.

Nate chuckled, running a hand over his head, and frowned at the resistance. Big speech tonight. He could hardly rock up looking a scruffy mess, could he? With a sigh, he set his mug down and stretched out his back on the way to the bathroom.

"Lemme Sleep, Codsworth..."El's voice drifted through her door.

Ah, to be 19 again. Nate shook his head, smirking to himself as he turned to the closed-over bathroom door, a wide smile pulling in his cheeks when Nora's sweet voice filtered through, Shaun's favorite lullaby on her tongue. Nate would never tire of it or how her voice sent shivers down his spine.

"You're up early. How's my little man?" she asked as he stepped through the door. "I'm assuming you've been in there five times already?"

Nora, even under those horrid fluorescent bulbs, looked stunning. He caught her eye in the mirror she was brushing her hair in and gave her a wink. Nate took a few steps toward her and wrapped his arms around her waist, his lips brushing her neck. She hummed and leaned back into his embrace.

"What can I say, doll? Just like his mother, I cannae believe he's mine," Nate murmured, burying his face in her soft, icy-brown hair. "I keep thinkin' somebody's gonna pinch me, and I'll wake up from this dream."

Nora twisted in his arms, her green eyes sparkling. "You're a wonderful father, Nate. You shouldn't doubt yourself!"

"I hope so," Nate said, his ears growing hot. Nora knew him too well, and his bashful side never could stand up to her praise.

"I think Beth would agree with me. I mean, you practically raised that girl!"

Nate ducked his head and pressed a kiss to her nose. "She dotes on you, ye ken? She won't admit it, but she does."

"I like her too. I'm glad she's here. Now, care to explain why you interrupted my morning ritual?" Nora teased.

"I need some pamperin'," he raised his eyebrows. "Cannae hae this 'decorated war hero' looking like common street riff-raff, now can we?"

"Hmm," Nora smirked. "I dunno, that rugged Viking look is growing on me, Nathanial."

"Ooh, using my full name, eh?" he teased. "Am I in trouble, then, Mrs Watt?"

"You're always trouble, Nathanial Watt," Nora giggled.

"Tell the truth, doll. That's the real reason you married me, wasn't it?" Nate smirked. "That and the accent, aye?"

She rolled her eyes and gave him a playful shove away, returning to the mirror. Nate's grin lingered, his hands sliding to her waist. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head and rested his chin upon it, gazing at her reflection. She met his eyes, a warmth and tenderness reflected at him.

"I love you, lass," he murmured against her hair, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "More than I can say."

Nora didn't speak, only leaned back, melting against him, a familiar gesture that spoke volumes. Nate's arms tightened, and he closed his eyes, wishing they could stay like that forever.

"Go get your trimmer; I'll at least neaten you up a little," Nora said, her voice thick. "Then, I'll see about breakfast."

Nate pressed one last kiss to her head and drew a sharp breath. "Yes, ma'am."

"—war never changes,” Nate sighed, the steamy air heavy with the weight of his speech.

“You're gonna knock 'em dead at the Veteran's Hall tonight, hon,” Nora purred, her fingers massaging the knots from his shoulders.

"Ye think?" Nate relaxed against her touch, letting his eyes flutter shut.

"Absolutely. Now get ready and stop hogging the mirror..."

"Right," Nate snorted. He stepped away and let Nora take his place. "You might want to fix the buttons on your blouse, love."

He couldn't help a small smirk tugging on his lips as she re-buttoned her blouse, not quite meeting his gaze.

"Wipe that smug look off your face, Mr. Watt! You're the reason I never get anything done around here!" Nora teased.

Nate couldn't help bursting out laughing. "Why dae ye think I bought Codsworth?"

"Out!" Nora laughed, pushing him towards the door.

"Love ye too, darlin'." Nate gave her a mock salute and stumbled out of the bathroom.

"Miss Elspeth, breakfast was served thirty minutes ago!" Codsworth's muffled voice met him through the opposing door.

"Codsy! Bugger off!...and 'ave told ye… it's Beth!" came El's equally muffled reply.

"My, my. For such a brilliant young mind, Miss Beth, your language leaves much to be desired."

"Get tae fuck, or I'll turn ye into a toaster!" El spat back, a bit louder this time.

"By God! I don't believe General Atomics programmed me with enough patience for this!" Codsworth sighed.

"I'll handle this." Nate interrupted, opening the door.

"Good luck, that child's got the mouth of a drunkard."

"I'm weeks away from twenty ye daft bucket o' bolts!" El retorted.

Codsworth sighed, bobbing past him a little less chipper than before. Poor bugger.

Nate chuckled and shook his head. Wearing that damn onesie, she was akin to an overgrown toddler in a babygro. El glared at him, her hazel eyes flashing with a fire that reflected his own, her cheeks flushed, auburn hair still a tangled mess, reminding him exactly why he opted for a smooth dome.

"Arse. Up. Now. Or I promise you I'll cancel that comic subscription I already reluctantly pay for."

El's eyes narrowed, a defiant glint remaining, a slight smirk curving her lips. "Ye wouldnae dare."

"Try me," Nate raised a brow and folded his arms. "And to rub it in, I'll replace it with one about all the latest fashion trends, braw big frilly skirts and whatnot..."

"Fine. Ye win." El rolled her eyes, sauntering past him.

"Smart move," Nate smirked.

"Bite me!" El snapped, stomping into the now vacant bathroom.

Nate chuckled, shaking his head, and approached the kitchen, his stomach growling in anticipation.

"Breakfast is served sir," Codsworth set down a plate of eggs and toast.

"Thanks. And if ye need the afternoon off to recharge after the morning ye've had, you take it!" Nate smirked.

"A good show of humor, sir, but with a steady supply of Mr. Handy fuel, I am proud to serve!" Codsworth chirped.

"Attaboy."

"Your thoughts?" Nora's voice drifted over him, snapping his attention back to the present.

Nate blinked, glancing at his wife. She was studying him, her brows knitted. Damn. "I'm worried about her, doll. She won't admit it, but she's been having trouble sleeping again. I cannae remember the last time I saw her without dark circles under her eyes."

"She's just stressed. It's been a big year for her. Why don't you take her away for a few days? It's been a while since you two had time together," Nora suggested. "You could take a little road trip or something?"

"Aye, I'd been considering it, but I can hardly leave you with the wee one, can I?"

"I've got Codsworth to help. And besides, Shaun's not exactly a handful." Nora grinned, nudging him. "Take her. Trust me, she needs it."

Nate chewed his lip, his brows furrowed. Maybe she had a point. El had always loved his impromptu adventures.

"Okay, I'll talk to her about it—"

"Talk to me about what?" El asked, walking into the living room, her frown deepening as she looked between them. "I'm sorry! I know I've been—"

"No, stop right there! " Nate shushed her. "Ye don't go apologizing...I know you've been overloaded lately with all your projects."

El shrugged, dropping onto the couch beside him, her eyes fixed on the TV. "Yeah, I guess. It's just a lot, and I—"

"Deserve a break? Me and Nora reckon you've earned one," Nate grinned, nudging her. "So, how about we take off in a day or two? It's been a while since we've done a drive together, just you and me?"

"Wait, you're serious?" El stared at him, a smile breaking across her face, but her frown returned as she turned to Nora. "You're okay with that?"

"Are you kidding? Some peace and quiet, hell yeah, I'm okay with that," Nora barked a laugh. "And Codsworth's here to help, so I'll be fine."

"I like her, Nate. Can we keep her?" El smirked.

Nate's laughter bubbled, shaking his head. "Aye, she's a keeper, alright."

Nora gave them a fond smile, rising from the couch."Alright, you two, I'm going to help Codsworth tidy up, give you time to plan."

"Thanks, love," Nate's fingers curled hers as she pulled away, before turning his attention back to El.

"So, short-stop, any votes on where ye want tae go?"

"Laurey, Virginia—"

"The Caverns, again, lass?" Nate's eyebrow quirked.

"Come on, it's been months since we went to D.C. We could do a day trip to Laurey and then spend the rest of our time exploring the Capital!"

"Fine, but that damn mole costume is stayin' put!" Nate chuckled.

"She looked adorable in that thing. Never know, maybe she'll catch someone's eye!" Nora's laughter floated over them from the kitchen, and Nate grinned.

El blushed, her hand rubbing against the back of her head sheepishly. "I'll stick to studying, ta—"

"Quite right. I don't think there'd be many nerdy, bookworm Spelunkers out there that could put up with your pish!" He couldn't resist.

El's nose wrinkled, and her eyes narrowed. "Thanks for the vote of confidence—jackass."

Nate snorted and leaned back, his arms draped over the back of the couch, tuning into the TV.

The same usual shite.

A knocking came to the door, and Nora sighed. "It's probably that salesman. He's been trying all morning, insisting he talks to you."

"Oh, great." Nate rolled his eyes and lurched out of the sofa.

An all-smiles fella in a trenchcoat greeted him when he opened the door, stepping forward. "Good morning! Vault-Tec calling!"

"Sup, chief," he deadpanned, leaning against the doorframe.

"You can't begin to know how happy I am to finally speak with you. I've been trying for days. It's a matter of utmost urgency, I assure you," the rep explained.

Nate frowned—something about the guy's tone made him nervous.

"Alright, son, I'm here now."

"So you are, so you are,' the rep chuckled. "I'm here today to tell you that because of your family's service to our country, you have been pre-selected for entrance into the local Vault. Vault 111. I just need to verify some information. That's all! Don't want there to be any hold ups, in the unforeseen event of *ahem*...total atomic annihilation."

"But there's room for my entire family, right?"

"Of course. Of course! Minus your robot, naturally."

"Oi, Codsworth is family!" El retorted, appearing at his side, her eyes narrowed. "He's a wee gem! We can't just leave him!"

Nate's hand fell upon his sister's shoulder, squeezing it. "General Atomics promised Codsworth could survive anything, even a nuclear blast," he reminded her, her sentiment mirrored in his heart. "Go. I've got it from here."

El nodded, a defiant glint remaining in her eyes, but she stepped aside.

Nate glanced at the rep, his unease growing."All right, let's have it."

"Splendid, splendid. Let's get to it. Just need you to fill out this paperwork, and we're all done. Won't take but a moment."

The rep pulled a clipboard out of his briefcase and held it out towards him.

Nate frowned, his jaw tense, glancing down at the stack of papers. He took the clipboard and scanned the pages, his frown deepening.

"What makes me 'S.P.E.C.I.A.L?' That's a bit on the nose, is it no? And this whole damn thing seems a wee bit excessive, no offense, son."

"None taken! It's simply a matter of determining what roles you may be able to undertake in a new life underground!"

"Well, lucky for us, we have a certified vault technician in our fold. My sister just finished her Masters at C.I.T. Did a whole project around Vault safety and maintenance," Nate couldn't help the proud smile creeping into his cheeks.

"Masters? At C.I.T?" the rep's eyebrows shot up. "My, my, that's impressive."

"Aye, she got the brains of the family. I clearly got the looks," Nate joked, handing the clipboard back to the rep. "Think that's everything, chief."

"Wonderful! That's..." he skimmed over the documents, smiling. "Yes, indeed, that is everything... just gonna walk this over to the Vault! Congratulations on being prepared for the future!"

"Aye, thanks..." Nate forced a smile, his jaw still tense. "Now, if you'll excuse us, I have a wee one who needs a bit of a feed."

"Of course, have a great day, sir, ma'am!" The Vault-Tec rep tipped his hat and strolled off, the tension in the man's shoulders not lost on him.

He watched the rep go, his instincts prickling as he stepped back inside."Something aboot that didn't sit right, did it, El?"

"I didn't like it, Nattie. You don't think he's doing this because—"

"Elspeth, don't get him started," Nora interrupted, her voice strained. "It's just a precaution, that's all."

Nate swallowed his throat tight. "Maybe ye're right, doll, but just in case, we should double-check the go bags."

Shaun's wails rang through the house. Cutting through his words, Codsworth followed.

"Master Nate. Shaun has been changed, but he absolutely refuses to calm down. I think he needs some of that "paternal affection" you seem to be so good at."

"I've got 'im." Nate smiled and strode down the hall, his unease lingering. Nora's footfalls followed.

"Right, ye wee gremlin," Nate teased, sweeping a finger over Shaun's cheek. Shaun's cries grew fainter, his teary gaze fixed on Nate.

"Spin the mobile a bit. He loves that," Nora cooed, stepping up beside him.

Nate gave the mobile a gentle spin. Shaun's gaze drifted to the spinning rockets, green eyes wide, and his cries now soft whimpers. Nora brushed Nate's arm with her hand.

"Maybe we should go out later, a walk in the park?"

"And miss the World Series on TV? Not going to happen." Nate smirked. "But tomorrow, I'm all yours! I promise."

"I'll hold you to—"

"Sir? Mum? You should come and see this!" Codsworth's urgent voice drifted over them.

Nate frowned, exchanging a glance with Nora. "Codsworth?"

"I've got Shaun," Nora assured him, scooping the baby up.

Nate hurried out of the nursery, a knot forming in his gut, his blood rushing. "Codsworth? What is it, son?"

"Sir... the news..."

El was perched on the couch, her knuckles white around her backpack, its contents organized on the coffee table. "They actually did it."

"Did what, lass?" Nate frowned, sitting beside her.

“—followed by... yes, followed by flashes. Blinding flashes. Sounds of explosions..." the news anchor caught his attention. "We're... we're trying to get confirmation…But we seem to have lost contact with our affiliate stations."

"What? What is he saying?" Nora's voice drifted over them. "…Oh no.”

“...We do have... coming in... confirmed reports. I repeat, confirmed reports of nuclear detonations in New York and Pennsylvania…My God.”

The screen crackled, and the signal was lost. Nate's gaze fixed on the 'Please Stand By' screen. His mouth ran dry, a cold sweat prickling across his forehead.

"We have to get to the Vault. Now! Get all that back in the bag. I'll grab the rest." Nate blurted, his heart pounding against his ribs.

"Nattie...I'm scared."

"We're goin' tae be fine, El. We've prepared for this...You two wait for me outside!" Nate instructed, racing into their bedroom.

He yanked open the closet, his hands trembling, hauling out his and Nora's packs, followed by Shaun's. He slung them over his shoulder and hurried through the house for the front door—stopping on the threshold, glancing over his shoulder at Codsworth.

The Mr. Handy's eye stalks flitted over him, and he glided forward. "Goodbye, sir. May I say what an honor it has been to serve you and your family!"

"Ye've done us proud, son...maybe we could—"

"Now, don't you worry about me, sir! You have your family to think about. Go on."

Nate nodded, a lump forming in his throat. "Thank you, Codsworth..."

"He'll be alright, won't he?" El's voice pulled his attention.

He stepped onto the sidewalk and grabbed his sister's hand. "He'll be fine. Now c'mon, we gotta move!"

They raced down the road, Nora ahead of him, Shaun cradled against her chest. Nate swallowed hard, his hand tightening around El's. His mind raced. Vault-Tec. The rep—he knew something was up. That bastard knew this was coming!

"Nattie?" El tugged his arm, slowing.

"We're almost there, lass. Keep moving! Come on, we're nearly there—"

"We're on the list!" Nora's frantic voice greeted them, and Nate frowned as that Vault-Tec rep darted by them.

A soldier blocked their way, checking over a clipboard."Infant... Adult male... Two adult females... OK, go ahead."

Nate's heart pounded. It was real. This was really happening. They climbed the hill and clambered onto the platform, his arms circling Nora and El.

"Almost there, we're gonna be alright. I love you, all of you." Nate murmured, his pulse throbbing in his ears.

"We love you too," Nora whispered, her gaze locked on his.

The sky lit up with blinding white light, and the ground shook beneath their feet. A deafening roar filled the air. Nate's eyes widened as a mushroom cloud grew colossal in the sky. The blast waves thunder towards them, and El buried her face against his chest. He closed his eyes, bracing for impact.

"Send it down now!" a desperate voice shouted.

An orchestra of "Oh gods" and terrorized screams flooded his ears. The platform shuddered beneath them. His arms held tighter.

The blast crossed over them. The screams echoed, his breaths shortening, the pressure around his ribcage suffocating.

He held Nora, his lips pressed to her head, praying she couldn't hear his racing heartbeat.

The light faded, and the shockwave died, his ears still ringing.

The platform shuddered to a halt.

His eyes met Nora's, tears streaming down her face.

They had made it.

"Everyone, please step off the elevator and proceed up the stairs in an orderly fashion," the Vault-Tec security guard that greeted them instructed.

El clung to him as Nate made a move to follow the others, her breaths ragged and short. He glanced at Nora, Shaun sleeping soundly in her arms.

"She'll be okay. We're right behind ye," Nate murmured. "We just need a minute."

Nora nodded, her hand resting on his shoulder. "We won't be far. I'll go find out what's what."

"Be right with ye," Nate murmured, kneeling to meet El's gaze. "Hey, hey, look at me, lass. Look at me. Deep breaths. In and out. Like we practiced."

El's eyes flicked up to his, wide and fearful. She bit her lip, nodding. Her next shaky intake of breath was longer.

"Good, lass. Again. In and out."

She followed his lead, and soon enough, El's breaths steadied as her panic subsided, her grip on his loosening.

"You're a natural," Nate grinned, easing himself up.

El didn't respond and instead stood closer. His arm circled her, guiding them toward the vast cog-shaped doorway that loomed above them. Nate's heart beat faster. This was home now, for better or worse.

"It's impressive, eh? No wonder ye wouldny pipe doon about these Vaults!" Nate quipped.

El glanced at him, a faint smirk pulling in her cheeks. Nate squeezed her shoulder, their footsteps ringing as they climbed the metal stairs.

His eyes found Nora as they crossed the metal walkway. An orderly queue had formed behind her as she was collecting something up ahead.

Nora handed him a sealed bag and another for El. He eyed it, noting the '111' matching the jumpsuits some staff were wearing.

"What, do they no' come in a braw purple or maybe fluorescent green?"

El snorted at that, a wry smile curling her lips, and Nate's heart lifted a little. She was okay.

"Just follow the doctor here. He'll show you where to go," one of the scientists instructed.

"Lead the way, doc."

As Nora chatted with the doctor, El pulled away, her steps a little firmer, her gaze still far away.

Nate was drawn to the sudden bite in the air, a shiver running through him as he followed. People chatted, residents to Vault staff. Everyone seemed as edgy as he felt. They were led to a larger room filled with 'decontamination pods,' he was told as he was led towards one.

His attention pulled back to El, her belongings dropping to her feet. She stepped in front of them as one of the staff members attempted to collect them.

"I'm sorry, miss, but you cannot take your—"

Without a word, El unveiled a lanyard from around her neck and fixed them with a stern eye.

"You're a Vault-Tec intern? Very well, but be assured, vault-tec will not be held accountable if anything were to be damaged or stolen."

El nodded, her jaw set, and Nate couldn't help a smirk. Stubborn wee devil. Nate stripped to his boxers and tugged on his Vault suit, his skin prickling.

"Could ye's no have turned on the heatin'? It's colder than a polar bear's arse in here!" Nate grumbled.

El was already suited in her's when he looked up again, leaning against her pod, shoulders slumped, a blank expression set over her feature—still not back to herself yet.

"Can you hold him?" Nora asked, pulling his thoughts. Shaun curled up against her chest.

"Of course, love," Nate scooped him up, letting Nora get herself situated. He walked over to El, her fingers brushing Shaun's cheek, a weak smile curling her lips.

"Ye gonna be alright in there? I know how you get in tight spaces."

She held up her backpack, patting it fondly. Of course, she was always packed for every occasion.

"Right then, guess we'll see ye soon," Nate tried, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Okay, I can take him," Nora's hand rested on his arm, and Nate reluctantly handed Shaun over and planted a kiss against her cheek.

Nate climbed into his pod, and with a hiss, the lid descended, his breath misting the glass. His eyes locked onto Nora's, her gaze locked on him as her own pod closed, and she bounced Shaun in her arms.

"Just try to relax," the doctor reassured.

Nate nodded, pressing his hand against the glass. "Time for a whole new life."

"Resident secure. Occupant vitals: Normal," a robotic voice filled his ears.

A rush of cold flooded his pod. Nate's pulse spiked, his next breath shuddering.

"Procedure complete. In 5... 4..."

With every beat of the countdown, his vision whitened. Frost intertwined his eyelashes with every blink—everything faded.

Nate blinks away the frost that clings to his eyelashes, stretching his jaw to loosen the remainder of his beard and whiskers. It was a cold that hung as heavy as iron chains. Every breath stung his chest like swallowing broken glass as violent coughs wreck through him.

"...Critical failure in Cryogenic Array. All vault residents must vacate immediately," The computerized voice echoed through the intercom, and a hiss filled his ears.

As the pod door lifts away, Nate's still-thawing limbs do nothing to prevent him from stumbling forward. His knees crack against the slick steel floor, a haze of mist following him. He didn't dare look up, unwilling to face the truth that the nightmare was real. But there was no escaping the memories that assaulted every fiber of his being: Nora's please, Shaun's cries as they tear him from his mother's embrace. Nate's own screams—lost in the deafening Gunshot that silenced Nora and continued to echo as Shaun's heartbreaking wails faded away—the face that mets him and the words that followed:

At least we still have the backup.

"That scar-faced bastard! Why did he have tae—"

"...Critical failure in Cryogenic Array. All vault residents must vacate immediately,"

"Oh, shut up!" Nate yelled as he snapped his head back. "Can ye no see I'm havin' a moment, ye pushy cow!"

Blissful silence filled the chamber once more, and Nate breathed a sigh of relief. As if another entity had taken control of his body, he stood to his full height and ambled forward. His steps were clumsy, and fog engulfed the room as he moved toward Nora's pod. The faint glint of gold caught his eye. Her wedding band shined through the condensation. His fingers trailed over the icy glass.

Nora, his best friend, the woman he pledged his entire life to. Her rosy cheeks were now dusted blue, fear still painted in her expression. Her arms were so painfully absent—Shaun. He's just a baby, and they tore him out of her arms. Nate's knees buckled some, jolting him forward, and he braced himself, breaths coming out in rasps, his lungs constricting, the very walls closing in. His eyes opened over his wedding ring, a matching piece—he'd be dammed if he was leaving her's behind.

"C'mon! C'mon! There has tae be a release!" Nate barked, desperation bleeding into his brogue as he stepped back to take in the pod, reaching for the lever at its side.

His breath held as Nora's pod opened to him. Slowly, reverently, he slipped the ring off her finger, ignoring the spiderwebbing of frosted blood that now decorated her jumpsuit. 

"I'll find who did this, and I'll get Shaun back...I promise," Nate's tremblings slipped Nora's wedding band above his own, and pulled the level to reseal his wife. The door hissed shut, and the frost formed on Nora's pod window. Nate's tears froze on his face, and he stumbled back, his own thawing limbs failing him as he hit the vault floor. He lay there for what felt like an eternity, before finally gathering enough strength to pull himself together.

"Elspeth," he whispered, crawling to his sister's pod. Her features still frozen, that bloody pip-pad clutched between her fingers. Nate clenched his fists and breathed before his shaky hands grip the lever release to El's cryopod, and he is met with an immediate sharp, jolting buzz that has him staggering back.

"Malfunction in Cryo Pod manual release override." A robotic female voice announces over the intercom.

"No-no-no! C'mon! I need tae open this damn thing!" Nate pulls the handle harder. Again, the error noise frays his nerves, not releasing. "Come on!" He presses a palm to the frost-covered glass, feeling the cold sting on his hand. "El!" Tears stream down his cheeks, warm against the cold fog surrounding him. "No. This can't-" His forehead rests against the pod. He closes his eyes tightly and sobs. “Ye cannae do this! I just need tae get El!"

His mind falls back to the terminal those scientist-looking folks were working on when they were after Shaun, how they opened Nora's pod. Nate spins on his heels and sprints forward, almost pummeling into the console as he slides to a halt.

"Right, c'mon. Ye can do this, it's just a computer," Nate squints at the screen with a shaky breath,  gingers still stiff from his suspended animation, rattling the keys, jumping through the entries as quickly as his frozen digits allow.

*************** Welcome to ROBCO Industries (TM) Termlink ***************

Thank you for choosing Vault-Tec!

>Cryogenic Array: Offline. Premature termination resulting in system failure. Isolated manual and remote overrides detected. Controls disabled.

>Life Support: Offline. Premature termination resulting in system failure. Isolated manual and remote overrides detected. Controls disabled.

Pod Occupant Status

POD C1: Miss Watt

>Occupant status: Deceased. Cause of Death: Asphyxiation due to Life Support failure.

*****************************************************************************

It takes several moments for him to comprehend the words laid bare.

Every occupant record painted the same picture: Cause of Death: Asphyxiation.

"No," Nate sobbed, his fist slamming into the console. "No, she can't be, she can't—Elspeth!...” 

Nate collapses, his knees slamming on the steel, fingers clawing at the frost-covered ground, and a scream rips through him, a blood-curdling wail that echoes out in the empty chamber. Every cell in his body is alight, a sickening, bitter cold fire. His shoulders shake violently, and he balls his fists, pounding them to the floor until his knuckles are raw. He barely feels the biting pain as the fight seeps away, leaving him drained, tears frozen on his cheeks.

Nate doesn't move for a long moment—left alone with his thoughts and the steady Drip. Drip. Drip. of frost melting. His little sister is dead. They're both gone. It would be easy to submit to his grief, crumple over, and lose himself in the pain—but they have his son. He has to find Shaun, even if all he has left is a warped image of a man who ruined his world. A scar-faced bastard whom Nate committed to memory. His fingers curl around the chain of his dog tags, fidgeting the wedding bands between bloodied knuckles, the cold metal grounding him, and as Nate grits his teeth, steeling his heart, and sets his jaw, he stands.

A silent vow plays on his lips: For Shaun. For Nora. And for El. He would rain fire upon whoever took them from him, even if it meant tearing whatever world awaited him apart, one bullet at a time.

He vows it as he looks upon El's face. Russet frost-bitten curls drape across her forehead. A picture so peaceful she may as well be sleeping.

He vows it as his lips graze Nora's cheek before resealing the pod, committing his love's image to memory.

He vows it as his fingers trace Shaun's name, etched in ink within the tan line of his wedding band.

There had to be someone around, Vault Tec staff, maybe someone hid, someone survived. Anyone. Nate forced himself to move, and limped towards the exit. It was slow going, his muscles burning, and his joints ache.

"Hello?! Anyone?!" He stumbled through the door, retracing the steps they'd taken minutes before. Water dripped. Rusted metal. It made no sense. "Am I the only one left?”

Nate caught himself on the wall, the burning in his lungs catching his breath—the coughing that wrecked his body had him holding his chest like it was the only way to keep the air from escaping all together.

‘Just breath Nattie.’

"Oh God, Elspeth," he choked back a sob, falling against the wall, the metal cold on his face. "I can't—I cant--" He coughed again, the spasms sending him to his knees. He'd failed everyone, Nora, Elspeth, Shaun, everyone. Maybe if they'd stayed, got in the car and drove—maye, just maybe they'd have found somewhere safe, somewhere better than here.

He didn't know how long he sat there, the ringing in his ears so loud, his tears so thick he couldn't even see anymore. It took everything he had to pull himself up, and even longer to realize the door they'd passed through was sealed shut. Forcing him another way.

Movement caught in the corner of his eye, and Nate grabbed for the security baton, slowing pacing through the corridor. "Hello?!" He yelled, his voice echoing off the walls, bouncing back—something—a shadow, a rustle—moved, and Nate froze.

He had to dreaming, maybe the freeze box messed up his mind. A cockroach, bigger than a rat scuttled across the damp floor, it's wings pulsing as it seemed to size him up with equal suspicion. Nate backed away, his head pounding, his eyes darting between the insect and the door it was blocking.

"Why'd it have tae be giant beasties? Why couldnae it be something cute like a wee fluffy bunny rabbit?" Nate mutters, his brogue thickening. "Ye picked the wrong day tae piss me aff," he leveled his baton, and charged, his heart racing.

It was over fast, the bug smashed under his heel, a pained chirp the last sound it made. Nate shook the big entrails off his boot and pressed forward into the generator room. The bloody things hissed and zapped as he passed, one more giant roach lay dead, the electricity dancing around it, the smell of cooked meat met his nose.

His stomach churned, and he took a second to steady himself. No time for a weak stomach, not when survival was at stake. Two more met their end, and his eyes fell on a skeleton, a tattered Vault Tec jumpsuit still clinging to the bones. "How is this possible?"

The door to his left hissed open, two more roaches charging through, their mandibles clicking, their wings buzzing. Nate swung wildly, the baton denting the first, sending it reeling. The second, he caught with his hand, squeezing it's guts out until it stopped squirming.

"Still not cute," he muttered, catching his breath, his eyes searching. He had to keep moving, had to find a way out, find Shaun.

The office he came to next was met with a smile, a handgun, ammo, some smokes—no lighter. He loaded the gun and looted anything of use, but the next door was sealed. "This room looks important. El told me their doors seal up in emergencies... Only terminals can open them."

His eyes squinted over the terminal. 'welcome Overseer.' meeting his gaze. "Emergency exit, I guess that's what I'm after. Here goes nothin'."

Click. Clack. Click.

The door hissed open, and Nate stepped through, a deep sigh escaping his lips. "Come on then ye overgrown bugs, I'm ready for ye!" He cried, his fingers tight on the trigger, his heart pounding. Despite his stress. Despite this whole damm shit show. He made every shot.

His reward, was a sealed Vault door and more skeletons. One had a pip-boy, conveniently by the door controls. Nate strapped it on, relieved that someone seemed to work as intended as the device booted up, and after some trial and error, he finally managed to figure out how to activate the door open sequence.

Alarms blared and pistons hissed, Nate busied himself with looting the lockers and grabbing the handgun ammo he found lying around. When the Vault door finally rolled to a stop, he crossed the bridge and found himself standing in the lift back to the surface. "Welcome Home." disappearing as he was hoisted out of sight.

The earth above him split open, blinding light pouring down, Nate shielded his eyes and steadied himself. He was alive. That was what mattered now.

He took a moment to breathe, to process, his fingers finding Nora's ring still on his finger, his jaw set, his eyes blinking back the tears.

As the Sole Survivor of Vault 111, he has nothing left to lose and everything to fight for.

War Never Changes, and Nate was ready to wage it.

Elspeth Rae and Nathanial Alasdair Watt

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A quiet moment - Din Djarin

Pairing : Din Dajrin  x F!reader Summary: a short drabble about Din Djarin and domestic life. Takes place after Little Heart .

Warning : T to M theme? Nothing to serious really. Mostly soft fluffiness. 

A/N : I am making a whole series out of this “ A quiet moment “ for my favourite boys. All of them deserves some softness and fluff and domesticality 

MASTERLIST for the previous stories in this multi-part fic.

You slowly open your eyes. Noticing it’s still quite dark, not yet dawn. Reaching out to the otherside of the bed, searching for your riduur, instead you find it empty. 

Your clan of three decided to settle on Nevarro for the time being, taking up Karga’s offer of land and house ( a private hot spring on your land was what sold you ), while waiting to give birth. Grogu was very happy to meet few of his friends again at the newly established school which Karga has set up, although you have tutored him quite a lot during the travel, you convenience Din it is best for him to go to school, learn to do some socialisation with children around the same age. ( “Mental age.”  Din reminded you.) 

It wasn’t an easy birth. But luckily after hours of labour, you and Din welcomed your second child into the clan without complications.  Grogu was so excited to be a big brother, follows you and Din around ( whoever has the baby in their arm ) eager to help out, anything from holding the bottle, staring at the baby while they are sleeping, to poor attempts to soothe them if they cry. Deciding to get up and search for your missing riduur, you slowly make your way towards the family room. You find Din sometimes, in his insomnia state, likes to sit there, polishing his armour and weapons. It’s almost like a meditation to him, keeping him calm. 

Passing by the nursery on the way, you heard a low voice. Singing. 

You peek through the slight gap of the door, there’s Din, just visible through the silver moonlight shining through the slight gap of shutter, dressed only in his lounge pants, rocking your newborn ik’aad, singing a lullaby. Din lifts his head, noticing you leaning against the frame of the door, tears in your eyes, overwhelmed by the sight.  Soft smile appeared on his face. You quietly shuffle towards the pair.  Shifting his hold slightly, he extended one of his arms towards you, pulling you gently into embrace. Leaning your head against his chest, looking at your ik’aad, whose eyes are starting to close, slowly falling back to sleep. 

“Keep singing Din. I love hearing your voice.”

Din continues to sing. Now rocking both of you. 

Finally settled back to sleep, Din released the hold on you and gently put the baby back into the cot. You tuck the baby back into the blanket, and Din lean his head into the crook of your neck, embracing you from behind. “Was that a lullaby from Aq Vetina? I only recognise a few words here and there.”

“Our polyglot couldn’t recognise the language?” Din teased you. 

You lightly smack his hand. “ Shuush. I am good with languages but that doesn't mean I am a protocol droid that understands EVERYTHING.” you chuckled. “.... It was a lullaby my mother used to sing to me. One of only a few things I remember from my life on the planet.” He murmured, you can hear a bit of emotion in his voice. You clutch onto his hand tight. “ Can’t let the memory fade then. Keep singing it. Pass it down to our ad’ike. So they can pass it down to their Ad’ike. It will be the song of Clan Mudhorn.”

Few days later, you saw Din,  who is holding the baby in his arm, teaching Grogu who is sitting in his lap, the lyrics of the lullaby.  Your sweet little Pea although he couldn’t pronounce the words, was trying his hardest, mimicking the tune. Your clan of four. For all the credits in the galaxy you wouldn’t trade it for anything else. 

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