#verse ;; 🖤 won't wake up this time 🖤

[radioiaci]

@electriccapitalist ⧐ On the phone that Vox had given Alastor comes a message from the tech head. A simple but perhaps cryptic; 'hey al. we need to talk. in person & in private. it's important.' The fact that he hadn't just called or face timed was notable. He's not even sure if the man can navigate into messages or if he'd notice he had one but it's all Vox can muster. As he hits send and forces himself to eat something. UNPROMPTED ASKS.

It does, in fact, take a few moments for Alastor to register that the thing is going off at all. He does not tend to look at it except when he needs to contact Vox discretely - and the landline that has been disconnected in his room for a good while now had apparently not been acceptable enough for ease-of-access. He'd relented - and now the little device buzzes at him occasionally from his desk where it mostly sits.

When he does notice that there is a message waiting, he pulls it up into his hand to give it a squint as he reads through the message. He is not expecting anything significant - so nothing drums up any alarm as he taps out a response that takes him a few moments to manage.

[txt] I AM READING A VERY GOOD BOOK. WE WILL HAVE TO MAKE IT QUICK SO I DONT LOSE MY PLACE. WHERE DO YOU WANT TO MEET?

[queers-gambit]

In wpmp verse, I wonder who aemond would choose if he was given the choice of saving his wife or the babe during childbirth... would he choose the same as his father?

[ When Pride Married Prejudice ]

first and foremost, thank you so kindly for sending this in, my angel. i adore reading your guys' ideas and thoughts!!

as i'm writing the two alternate endings to the final, i weighed in my head this exact situation. i made the executive decision to remove it from the work because i personally thought this would be better as a one-shot, but now that you've brought it up, let's chat about it!

Aemond's heard only rumor about what happened to Queen Aemma. and he's asked sweet girl a few times, but she doesn't like talking about it because her mother doesn't like thinking about it. so, out of respect, sweet girl just tells him the basics and leaves it at that. but he's still curious over the truth.

so, he'll read. once sweet girl is pregnant, he's obsessed with learning as much as he can, and that includes learning about what can go wrong. he'll start to understand complications that can occur, so, he's a little more educated when his wife goes into labor.

i would actually imagine that if this situation arose, Aemond would refuse profusely. he's got the mentality that babies can be conceived at any point but he'd never find another wife like his - who actually cared for him, loved him, stood by his side.

he's got some experiences in court and the reason he wears an eyepatch is because of the horrified looks he used to receive. so, he worries he'll never find another wife who will understand him like his sweet girl does.

when the Maester pulls him aside to tell him the news, let's be dramatic, and imagine that he literally stabs the Maester for even suggesting a forced C-section. he'll grit in the Maester's ear that it's treasonous to threaten the life of a Princess, and lets the dead man fall at his feet.

in Aemond's mind, the Maester couldn't do his job and that wasn't for the Prince to deal with.

Alicent's in the room and while she's horrified at her son's actions, she can't really say she's surprised. Alicent's at her side, though, using cool watery rags to lay on her sweaty skin.

sweet girl's in pain, wriggling on a bloody bed, never noticing the murder, and Aemond has to make a decision. he refuses to let her go, and instead of cutting the babe from her womb, holds his wife securely as the babe has to die first before being removed from her womb piece by piece.

it'll be a painful procedure but Aemond makes sure she's got plenty of Milk of the Poppy, and refuses to leave.

he watches the Maesters work, and when he sees the aftermath, he won't feel even a tremble of guilt because he chose to save his wife's life. her life, which he thought was never replaceable, that was worth more than anything in his life.

he'll be there when she wakes up and though she's battling infection, he still thinks she's as beautiful as ever before. one look at his face and she knows the worst has occurred, but she still asks, "where's the baby? Aemond, please - where's the baby?"

"didn't survive, love," he'll have to tell her through his own thickening emotion. "Maester gave me a choice of you or them..."

"you chose me?"

he'll smile softly, leaning his forehead to rest on her own. "i'll always choose you, my love."

all my love 🖤

[alwaysdjarin]

INFINITY

CHAPTER 4: DON‘T GET LOST

(Image: The Mandalorian, Star Wars/Disney)

Warnings: Language, angst, harassment, violence

Summary: Adjusting to life on the Razor Crest, you have a terrifying encounter on Corellia.

Notes: Aaaww, there are so many feelings and thoughts in this Chapter. I hope you like it as much as I do. 🖤

Words: 3.2k

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You notice something tickling on your arm and scaring up. You are sitting in the middle of a small pile of blankets that you had found in the hull and made them a place to sleep on. The child looks at you with wide eyes. It was probably he who woke you up by mistake. You breathe out with relief.

You look through the hull. The lights are dimmed, almost as you are used to from the cantina. Mando sits on the opposite wall and looks in your direction. He hadn't planned that you would wake up now and catch him being down here too.

"Oh" you say. The cold air of the ventilation system gives you goosebumps. You take one of the blankets and put it over your shoulders, snuggle up in it.

"This is one of my cloaks." The helmet nods in your direction. Oh no, you thought it was a blanket all the time. Your face is getting hot. "Oh fu...l-I didn't know that. It...it was lying in front of the box and I thought…" - "It's okay. I'll let you know if I need it. I have another one."

Maker, you are so uncomfortable right now.

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The journey to Tatooine takes two or three days. You can't say exactly. Locked up in this ship, you lose your sense of time. The constant noise of hyperspace and the ventilation system completely surrounds you and you need some time to get used to it.

You spend most of your time with the child. You cuddle, he sleeps on your arms, or you talk. Okay, you're just pretending to understand him. But since Mando is not the best interlocutor, you need someone to talk to.

You also often sit up in the cockpit and look at the passing stars. You can never get enough of that view. Once you fell asleep in the co-pilot seat. When you wake up, your blanket, Mando's cloak is laid over your legs. He must have covered you with it. You smile at the idea that there may be a real person under the armor.

When you get an overview of the food rations, you decide that you absolutely have to shop more soon. Mando's rations are far too monotonous. He doesn't seem to care much about variety. But since this is now part of your task in addition to babysitting, you want to cook a little more varied. Even if Mando doesn't care, at least the child should get delicious meals.

For a short moment, you feel as if you have a maternal obligation to the little bug. You laugh inside. You are a mother. Wow. That sounds big. When you think about who is his father you quickly shake the thought out of your head. Oh Maker! No! Never!

Mando continues to remain silent and you have the feeling that he is avoiding you. You don't see him eating or sleeping. His portion of food is just gone after you have slept. Maybe there is no human under the armor and his species can do without food and sleep for an extremely long time. You are not well versed in other forms of life, but the possibility actually exists.

You are sitting in your sleeping place with the child when Mando comes down the ladder.

"We will land in about an hour."

"Couldn't you have chosen something cooler than Tatooine as our first destination? Sand and heat...really?" You look at him bored.

Mando only shrugs his shoulders as he walks through the hull. "You can't care, you won't leave the ship anyway."

"WHAT? I wanted to buy some things! We need..."

"NO!" He interrupts you with a strict voice.

You look at him angry and just nod. Every word from your mouth would now only mean quarrel and you want to prevent that.

"You're here to take care of the child, that was the deal. The area here is not safe. I will be back in three days at the latest." His tone leaves no room for discussion.

"THREE DAYS???" You moan and let yourself fall backwards on your temporary bed, while Mando opens his weapon cabinet and gets ready for the bounty hunt.

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You spend the next few days waiting again. You clean up the entire hull, set up all the boxes neatly and sort your stuff. You brought a small radio from Nevarro. It actually receives a radio station and you turn up the volume, sing and dance with the little, laughing child in your arms. You love music, but didn't dare to ask Mando if it's okay if you turn on the radio when he‘s around. He probably wouldn't have wanted it anyway.

On one day you go to take a shower. A long hot shower. You close your eyes and let the hot water run down your body. The hot steam fills the small room immediately. You reach for the soap with your eyes closed and foam your body. After a few seconds you notice the smell of the soap. Oh no, you took Mando's piece. A woody smell, some musk is in the air and you immediately realize that it’s the same smell adhered to his cloak. Your blanket. You take a deep breath. That smells masculine. Wow. You wonder for a moment if it also smells like this under the armor and what kind of man is under the helmet. You quickly turn up the water to ice-cold and squeak shortly. Stop thinking about something like that.

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Again, you lose your sense of time completely. You don't know how long Mando has been gone.

You just fell asleep when suddenly a loud noise roars through the hull and the ramp opens. You blink into the dazzling bright light that flows on you and realize that two people are walking up the ramp.

You didn't expect that. You jump up without to notice that you are not dressed. So there you‘re standing in your wide sleeping shirt that hangs from your shoulder on one side and your underwear beneath.

Mando leads the bounty through the hull and you look at him disgusted. The creature looks terrifying. Blue wrinkled skin, no hair and huge red eyes that look at you from top to bottom.

"Mando, if you had told me that you have such a sweet thing with you, I would have come along voluntarily. Can I also taste her?"

You swallow and stumble back a step.

"Shut up!" Mando pushes him into the carbonite chamber and hits the button. It hisses and smokes, then the bounty is frozen in carbonite.

You let yourself fall to the ground. "You could have warned me. I had just fallen asleep and then...then suddenly there was this…monster."

Mando turns his helmet to you. "Sorry, I'll come up with something so that it doesn't happen again."

The child crawls out under your blanket, climbs on your legs and babbling in the direction of his father. He seems to be happy that he is back. Mando is approaching you. "Hey my little friend, did you have a good time?"

He bends down to lift the little one up and when he does, his gloved fingers briefly touch your bare skin. It's only seconds and Mando doesn't seem to notice it at all, but a hot wave goes through you directly, suddenly you have to think about the smell of his soap again.

Meanwhile, he is standing again and walks right to the ladder. "Put some clothes on, we'll take off right away."

You sigh loudly and let yourself fall back, pulling the blanket over your face. Fuck, what was that?

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The next few days in hyperspace will run as usual. You and Mando mainly live past each other. You have your usual conversations with the child and even dare to turn on the radio quietly while Mando is busy upstairs in the cockpit.

More and more often Mando is now staying there while you make yourself comfortable in the co-pilot seat to watch the stars. Cuddled up in your favorite blanket, his cloak. You‘re sitting there for hours while the child sleeps in his crib and sometimes you wonder if Mando is also sleeping, as quiet as he is.

He caught the next bounty surprisingly quickly, so you don't have a long stay on the dark planet. You are not allowed to leave the ship again and climb the ladder quickly up when you hear that he’s back. So this time you don't have to see the bounty.

Your next stop is on Corellia and you are allowed to walk down the ramp and breathe fresh air for the first time since your start in Nevarro. You look around, the port where the Crest landed seems to be on the outskirts of a city.

You look at Mando happily. "And I really ca...?" - "Don't let anyone touch the child, don't get lost and be back before night falls." His voice sounds deep and serious.

You're smiling. "You sound like my father. I'm a big girl, Mando." You tap on the chest plates of his armor and look up at him.

He grabs your wrist in a flash, you love to challenge him like that. "I'm serious."

"Me too." You wink at him.

He still holds your wrist and starts attaching something to it. "This is a comlink, use it just in case of emergency."

"Be honest, you just want to hear my voice in between." You want to test how far you can go, but he's already blocking. Of course.

"Only for emergencies! And now go before I change my mind. My bounty is not far from here, maybe I'll be back tonight."

And so your ways part and you are traveling alone on an foreign planet for the first time in your life. You walk through the streets and are impressed by the architecture. You intuitively follow the crowd and end up on a market. "Perfect, finally I can buy us something great to eat." You look down at yourself, the little green child sits in a cloth bag and also looks around curiously.

You stroll along some market stalls and are amazed at the diversity. You buy some spices, fresh fruits, vegetables and meat. The people here are so kind that you‘re feeling good.

You discover some trees in the distance and as you get closer to them, you notice that it is a small park in the middle of the city. You are amazed, you have never seen anything like it.

You sit down on a bench and get the child out of his bag. Then you give him one of the fruits and you have a small picnic. You can completely relax here and are just happy. For the first time, you have the feeling that the trip is really worth it.

The little one on your lap smacks his fruit with pleasure and you‘re suddenly thinking of Mando. You wonder if he ever has moments like this. Just relax and enjoy the here and now. Don't be on the hunt.

After some time, you continue walking. You discover a small shop with clothes. Because it’s always so cold on the Razor Crest and you don't have a jacket, you buy a beautiful black tunic. You've never owned anything like this. Your complete wardrobe in Nevarro consists only of tank tops or T-shirts. You notice that the child has now fallen asleep in his bag and put the tunic over him so that he is covered.

When you come out of the shop, the sky turns into a beautiful dark blue. It will be evening soon, so you decide to walk back to the ship.

Of course, you remembered the way back, but you want to take a shortcut. But after a few minutes you are standing in a rather dark alley. Shit, I can't go on here.

When you turn around, suddenly a man stands in front of you. He is one head taller than you and wears a baseball cap so that you can hardly see his eyes.

"Well, what do we have there?" His voice hits your body like an electric shock. You walk a few steps backwards.

"Listen, I don't want any trouble. Just let me go on and ..." You are frightened when you notice that you bump into another person behind you and turn your head to look at him. Another guy.

„We don't want to cause any trouble either. Let's have some fun instead.“

You stumble a few steps away from him. Okay, now stay calm. Your big mouth has already saved you a few times at home. „Wow, on Corellia the men are so cowardly that they need to harass a girl for two. Didn't your mothers taught you manners?"

One of the two laughs while he walks towards you. "Manners? Of course. I almost forgot that. What's your name, my beauty?" He bows politely to you and you take this opportunity to kick him between his legs with full force. The next moment you run and shout "I'm called ‚Angel‘, I have no idea why."

He sinks to the ground cursing and you try to run as fast as possible. After all, you also carry the bag with the sleeping child and the purchases.

After a short distance, you get overtaken by the other guy. He catches your arm and pulls you around. It seems like he has touched the Comlink somehow. The small lamp glows red and indicates that the line is open. However, your attacker also notices it and tries to turn it off.

"Mando! Help! Man-" That's all you can say before the line is interrupted again.

Meanwhile, the second guy is back on his feet and comes to you. While you are being held by the other one, he starts tearing away your bags, throwing them on the floor.

A loud "No!" make it out of your mouth when you notice how hard the bag with the child is falling on the ground.

"Shhh, beauty. We don't want to attract attention," says one guy and press his hand firmly on your mouth. You try to dodge backwards but quickly notice that there is a wall there right behind you. Fuck, this won't work.

You fight back with all your power, but it is impossible to free you from their clutches. You ultimately manage to bite the hand that covers your mouth. "Damn you stupid bitch." He hits you in the face with full force, pulls a knife out of his pocket and waves in front of your eyes. "Do it again and I'll stab out your beautiful eyes."

At this moment you both realize that the other guy is a few feet apart from you. He grabs his throat and it looks like he's suffocating. You see the child standing on the street, his eyes closed, his hand stretched out in his direction. What the hell?

„Stop!“ A deep modulated voice echoes through the dark alley. The child leaves his victim and staggers dazed before sitting down. His victim sinks to the ground, struggles violently for air.

You are still in the grip of the other guy, he turns and pulls you around so that you stand in front of him now. His breath in your ear gives you goosebumps while he holds his knife to your throat.

"If you get one step closer, I'll let her bleed miserably." You notice the knife on your throat trembling and close your eyes with fear.

"It's okay Mando, take the little one and leave me here. I am....I'm not angry with you." You feel a tear running down your cheek.

At this moment, two blaster shots sound through the air and you can feel the knife sink from your throat. Both men are dead. Shot. You have no idea how Mando did it so quickly.

"Can you walk?" Mando puts his blaster back in his holster and approaches you.

You nod dazed, your can't understand what just happened.

"Then come! We have to get out of here! Quickly!" He grabs the bags from the ground, puts the tired child back in one of them and grabs your wrist.

You follow him, stumble more than you run, but you make it to the ship somehow. The ramp opens and he pulls you into the hull. His hand pulls so tightly on your wrist that it already hurts.

"Outch, Mando, that hurts!!!!"

He turns around to you, the visor tilts towards your hand before he lets go of it.

„Damn, what was that? Do you know how dangerous that was? Was that your intention? Fucking with two guys?“

You look at him totally shocked. „WHAT? Do you think that was my intention? Do you think I wanted to be harassed by two disgusting guys?“ You are stunned. „I told you to take the child and leave. I didn’t force you to shoot these idiots. You don‘t have to protect me. Fuck you Mando!“ Your heart shatters into a thousand pieces. That he thinks that way about you hurts you deep down.

The man in Beskar stands in front of you and does not move. There it is the silver statue again. He just stares at you. You can see how his chest moves more under his breath than usual. He seems to be angry, very angry. Either at you, or at himself.

You can‘t look at him any longer, his reaction hurts you too much. You lean against the cold wall and your feelings overwhelm you. "Fuck!" You whimper and hold your hands in front of your face. You don't want him to see you like that. You sink to the ground and cry. Your whole body is trembling and you are now realizing what you have just witness. You let your emotions run wild a few minutes before there‘s a hand on your knee.

You shrug back. "Leave me alone!"

"No, you are hurt. I have to take a look at it."

You don't know what he means until he touches your cheek. You hiss when you realize the pain.

"That's a nice cut, but I can fix it."

You reluctantly let him doctor your face, but don't look at him. Only when he is almost finished you notice that he has taken off his gloves. For the first time, you realize that there is really a human under als this Beskar. His hands are huge and feel warm on your skin.

You look into the dark visor in front of you. Again, your eyes unknowingly hit his gaze directly.

"Do you have any more injuries?" His voice sounds calm and no longer as angry as before.

"No, I don't think so. Thank you. I‘ll take a shower now."

He nods as he always does and helps you get on your feet. You stumble into the refresher and take a hot shower. You foam yourself three times to wash the disgusting experience of today off your body and only when you're done do you realize that you have used Mando's soap again.

You dry yourself, put on your sleeping shirt and stagger into the hull to lie down. You stock up on Mando's cloak, breathe in the scent of his soap and fell asleep before you can review the day in your mind.

>>>>> Chapter 5: Like fire and ice

[radioiaci]

▹ @mothvalentino said: ཐིཋྀ "Fuckface."

"Vulgar. I will take your suggestion and promptly toss it into the wind."

Giving him a pointed side-eye as he says it.

[radioiaci]

finally, verse tag dump!!! ok i'm done!!!

[radioiaci]

▹ @electriccapitalist said: There goes his tail...

"Getting accustomed to new features, are we?"

Alastor is much more practiced at controlling his tail. But that means very little when he is face-to-face with this little surprise. And his own is not exactly still as he circles around Vox with distinct interest. And maybe just the slightest hint of predatory intent.

[radioiaci]

"...What does one even name a child these days?"

[radioiaci]

@electriccapitalist ⧐ "I should probably properly introduce you to my business partners shouldn't I? Before Valentino ends up in one of his moods and gets the wrong idea... I've had to talk him out of attacking the hotel a couple times already and there's only so many ways to appease that man." UNPROMPTED ASKS.

The name strikes a sour note in his otherwise mediocre day. He's not spared a singular thought for Vox's associates, as it were, having long since written them off as largely unimportant. The fact that Vox has brought them up at all is irksome, though Alastor knows that it is in his best interest to not stir up a calamity in pursuit of his more possessive tendencies.

The radio demon does not want to put the other overlord on a leash. But nor is he very eager to see the man fiddle about with others that are not himself.

Despite his desire to believe otherwise, Alastor is prone to envy. And it radiates from him in waves he cannot quite control as he responds.

"If you must," he says dryly. It is clear he is not enthused by the prospect.

[radioiaci]

@copaceticjillybean ⧐ “I always liked Thomas or Daniel for a lil’ boy. An’ for a baby girl, maybe Cynthia or Teressa.” She’d also liked Johnathan and Delilah, but she wasn’t about to suggest those names. UNPROMPTED ASKS.

He hadn't actually expected anyone to give him answers in earnest, but- Hm.

"Those sound strangely normal."

Not terrible. Just. Normal.

[radioiaci]

▹@electriccapitalist | continued from x.

Doing his utmost to not appear as unsteady on his feet up on the catwalk as he felt, Alastor pays as little attention to the water below as he can. The depths still give him the heebie jeebies and he is not eager to find out how deep that tank truly is.

He settles next to Vox (though keeping all of his limbs to himself, lest he get any manner of wet or invite attention from the aquatic creatures that linger nearby) and offers the bag with a small nod.

"Just a few tidbits from here or there you may enjoy as snacks. Nothing extreme. But I suppose the doctor has my same concerns in mind. That you eat and rest as needed. Otherwise, this whole plan and whatnot will be rather fruitless."

That is not the only reason he says it. His concern goes deeper than that. For Vox's well-being, in general. Uncertain as to how risky this 'pregnancy' is, he is not willing to risk losing Vox for some yet-to-be-birthed creature.

"There are some sweet things in there. And savory. I'm not sure your preference."

Also in the bag are a few small pocket-sized books. Alastor does not know much about what Vox does to pass the time when he is not working - aside from, he supposes, feeding the sharks. He is throwing stuff at the proverbial wall to see what sticks. They are books part of his own collection - mysteries and thrillers from an older era, but nonetheless interesting.

In his opinion, anyway.

Also in the bag is a wrist-watch. Not technologically fancy - antiquated, but still rather illustrious looking with its blue and silver coloring; polished to near mint condition with finely crafted leather banding. Nonchalant about it as he glances off into another direction to avoid sensing any disappointment from the gift. Which makes little sense for a man who really 'has it all'. But it is an attempt made, anyway.

[radioiaci]

anonymous ⧐ *pops a confetti canon at him* CONGRATS! UNPROMPTED ASKS.

Annoying noise aside.. There really only is one explanation for someone congratulating him.

"Ah yes, I thought tonight's short story was quite good and worth the praise! I'm sure the listenership was higher than usual. Poe is a more popular author when it comes to the classics. I'm glad he can be recognized properly."

[radioiaci]

▹@electriccapitalist

He is looking disrespectfully.

[radioiaci]

new ship verse tag drop teehee verse ;; 🖤 won't wake up this time 🖤 - electriccapitalist

[radioiaci]

@electriccapitalist ⧐ Vox kissing and nibbling those spots like crazy. Al so pretty he got this man swooning. UNPROMPTED ASKS.

He has an incredibly hard time turning down the right amount of appreciation from the right person.

Which means that he will happily soak up the attention from Vox, so long as it is on offer.

Perfect fuel for his ego.

[radioiaci]

anonymous ⧐ got any baby names yet? UNPROMPTED ASKS.

"No. It's not a baby."

Not yet, anyway. Not until Vox decides that he wants it to be.

[radioiaci]

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