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Deputy Hank NSFW Headcanons

No one asked for this but I just love this character so much I just needed it. The first one of these I have written in a long time so sorry if its bad. x

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He is super cuddly, thoroughly enjoys being close to you afterwards. If the session is a little rougher, he always makes sure you're okay. Every so often he will even get up to cook something for the pair of you to refuel before round two, or just because he enjoys taking care of you. He truly loves being close to you in the aftermath, having you fall asleep in his arms is basically his happy place.

B = Body part (Which part of his body he likes the most of his and which of yours he loves the most)

Hanks favourite body parts of himself are his shoulders and arms (yes, I know that’s two.) Men in the Down Deep pride themselves on their physicality, and being the Deputy of Grease Town means he has to be able to often times over power anyone who gets a little rowdy or breaks the law. This wasn’t something you had particularly thought about before, His uniform does as good job at hiding just how well built his is, so it was a surprise, a welcome one when the two of you were first intimate.

His favourite part of your body is your thighs. He likes touching them holding them. He likes placing his hand under the table and squeezing them at dinner. He likes it when you wrap your legs around him when he carries you to the bedroom. He loves the way they get big when you straddle him. But his favourite is when they are either side of his head as he eats you out. But honestly, there isn’t a part of your body he doesn’t like, his hands are all over you the second you accept his advances, it’s almost like he can’t touch enough of you at once. He just really enjoys touching your body and feeling you close to him.

C = Cum (Where he likes to cum)

He likes to cum on you if the situation allows it, but he loves to cum inside you. Something about the way it seems to connect you on a level that is beyond just purely physical. Every woman in the silo has a birth control implant so there isn’t any risk of the two of you conceiving a child any time soon. However, he secretly hopes one day the two of you might get a chance to bring one into the world. God knows he will thoroughly enjoy the act of trying to conceive.

D = Dirty Secret

He is a really good artist and hidden under his bed are some drawings he has done of you from memory. Just intimate moments the two of you have shared, he likes getting them out on nights the two of you can’t be together, pleasuring himself to the memories the drawings prompt. He really enjoys drawing your body but doesnt know how you would feel about him having these images so keeps them secret from you.

E = Experience

He has had a few girlfriends, people in Grease Town don’t care all that much about getting relationships sanctioned so everyone usually keeps their relationships to themselves and even though he’s a Sheriff's Deputy, Hank is no different. However, he jumped at the chance to get the relationship between the two of you sanctioned. He really just liked the idea of every man around in the Down Deep knowing that you were his. He knows exactly how to show you how much you are his, there is never a time you are left bored or wanting more when you are intimate with him.

F = Favourite Position

There are a lot of positions he loves. He really likes it when you ride him, he likes watching your breast bounce as you bonce on him and it means he can touch all of you. He also understands that it is tiring so as soon as he feels you start to slow he wraps his arms around you holding you still and fucks up into you. He knows it is one of the best positions for a woman as you control how deep he is inside of you and you can grind on his dick to get maximum sensation. Then there is also doggy, he doesn't like it as much as it doesn’t feel as intimate but he appreciates how quick and easy it can be when the two of you don’t have a whole lot of time. Hank also quite likes missionary, even though it is considered pretty vanilla. He enjoys that he can kiss you as he fucks you and that he can hold your legs and fuck you as fast and slow as he likes.

G = Goofy, or not during sex?

Sex with Hank wouldn’t be as fun if you didn’t laugh at least once during it. He always keeps the mood light without destroying the intimacy or the connection the two of you have. He is a strong believer that sex should be fun for both parties. There are moments when he can get a little serious, especially when the passion takes over but there is never a moment where you don’t feel safe when he’s fucking you. Even though he is so physically huge and could defiantly overpower you if he wanted, you know that he would never do anything that would make you feel unsafe or scared during sex. He gets off knowing that you’re having fun and enjoying what he’s doing to you.

H = Hair

Everyone knows Hank takes pride in his hair, both the hair on his head and his carefully groomed facial hair. Overall, he is a pretty hairy man but not the point where its excessive. He has chest hair and a little happy trail that disappears under the waistband of his trousers. He had told you one that he saved below the belt line completely clean, but in his words, it made his dick look naked and afraid. Something, now he just trims it short.

He doesn’t care about you having body hair, he does comment on how smooth your legs are after shaving when you have the time to do it. He, however, says that he doesn’t give a damn how much body hair you have because there is nothing that could make you look any less feminine and fucking beautiful in his eyes.

I = Intimacy

He is romantic during sex, and he likes talking you through it especially giving you little pet names as he fucks you. Occasionally they are cute and make you laugh other times they are a little more degrading but never hurtful. Hank enjoys when sex is fun and compassionate. He likes telling you how good things feel in the moment and how good you are at certain things. He is definitely someone who enjoys communicating during intimacy.

J = Jack Off

He can’t remember ever jacking off as much as he doesn’t now before he met you. He might reason that it’s because shit has totally hit the fan in the silo and he doesn’t have as much spare time to come and see you as he would have had previously. But there is also a part of him that knows that there is something about you that sparks something inside him. Sometimes he is sitting at his desk and his mind will just wander to you and that’s all it takes for him to get hard. He would never openly admit to you the amount of times he’s jacked off behind his desk thinking about all the things you and him had been doing the night before. He also likes to do it in the shower, it’s private and the clean up is a little easier. He is also turned on by the idea of shower sex but he is not quite sure how to approach that subject with you yet.

K = Kink

He enjoys spanking you, not to the point where you are actually getting hurt but he likes to see the ripples in your ass cheeks after the impact. Never enough to actually hurt you but he does like to see a slight red handprint on your ass. He sometimes does it during sex but then he doesn't really enjoy doggy style so instead he usually spanks you when you walk past him. Extra points when you are getting dressed and you walk past him, your bare ass on show.

L = Location

He loves it when the two of you fuck at his place. There is just something that he likes about taking you on every piece of furniture in his home. He especially enjoys waking up to you lying next to him in the morning. He likes playing house and hopes that one day you will agree to move into his place so he can spend more time with you.

He secretly, however, also likes it when the two of you fuck in his office. The fear that someone might walk in and catch the two of you at any moment turning him on like no other. The idea of one of the men walking in and seeing him balls deep in you as you moan his name. The way that the news would spread so every man in the down deep knew you were his and his alone. He is however, cautious that you wouldn’t enjoy that so ensures to lock the door to give you and him a little time to compose yourselves if anyone does come knocking.

M = Motivation, what turns him on?

He is mostly always ready and doesn’t really say no to you all that much. He does however enjoy it when you tease him a little, which doesn’t happen all that often because he would never openly admit that he likes it. Neck kisses and you sitting on his lap are some of the things that really turn him on. He really enjoys seeing you naked and does get a little frustrated when you shyly cover yourself with your towel or an item of clothing. he also likes it when you palm him through his trousers, something about the touch being so intimate but then not getting the full experience due to the fabric both frustrates and exits him.

N = NO

Hank wouldnt enjoy anything that would involve saying things that are too derogatory to you, he likes a little dirty talk and doesn’t mind calling you a slut or other such words. However, anything that gets too close to feeling like real hatred or anything that would physically hurt you beyond the classic light bruises and hickeys is a big no for him. He is turned on by his partner being comfortable in the moment, if you showed genuine fear towards something he was doing it would be an instant turn-off for him. He is all for a little role playing but things being safe and consensual is a big must for him, perhaps due to the fact he’s a Sheriff’s Deputy and he has a strong moral compass.

O = Oral

He likes receiving as any man does, but only when you want to. As previously said he gets turned on by how much enjoyment his partner is getting from specific acts. So when you such him off you make sure to moan and really go for it to show him that you are having fun pleasuring him and you feel safe and comfortable doing so. He likes holding your hair while you do it, but is sure never to push you or be forceful with your head as he wouldn’t want to see you struggling. He does however, like it when you challenge yourself to see how far down your throat you can take him all by yourself. He always cracks a smile when you can’t make it all the way down to the balls, a smile you quickly wipe from his lips by bouncing your head up and down.

He loves giving, it is one of his favourite things to do. He really enjoys listening to your body and making you buck and moan as he eats you out. He doesn’t care if he gets any sex from it afterwards either and due to this you enjoy it quite a lot as there is no expectation of anything from you. No that you wouldn’t fuck him after he gives you oral as he is so fucking good at it half the time you end up beginning him to fuck you as you’re so overstimulated from cumming with just his mouth that you need him inside you. One of his favourite moments was when he ate you out on the kitchen counter, mostly because you had no sheets to ball up in your hands so you spent the whole time with your fingers tangled in his hair, and then every time you came you squeezed his head between his thighs .

P = Pace

There are times when he takes his time, really makes sure to listen to your body and fuck you just how you like it. Then there are other times when he is fast and rough and the sex is almost animalistic. It depends on the mood the two of you are in and how tired you both are. Quickies tend to be a little faster and rougher but then there are also times when the two of you have a whole evening to yourself but he still wants to fuck you fast and have you bucking and squirming in pleasure under him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes a good quickie especially as mentioned in his office the slight fear of getting caught turning him on. Or if the two of you get time to take your lunch break at the same time on the rare occasion you are both free at the same time. He appreciated them and understands sometimes they can be fun and fill a need. However if the two of you have time then he wants to take time. He is really turned on by how your body reacts to his touch enjoys making you cum a few times before any penetration of sorts actually happens, and in order for him to do that there needs to be a good amount of time. He thinks quickies are fun but defiantly prefers longer sessions.

R = Risks

He does like risky sex in his office, but then the two of you never fully undress so he sacrifices being able to see all of your body while he is fucking you. The biggest risk he would want to take is both of you naked in his office as he fucks you on his desk, but he hasn’t quite been able to convince you to do it with him yet. He is a law enforcement officer and you believe that because he isn’t able to take risks with his job he takes risks with you. Kissing you in a corner in public before the two of you were in sanctioned relationships. Marking up your neck so you have to go to work with hickies all over your neck. He enjoys when you give them to him as well but you have never dared to give him more than one that can been seen above the line of his work shirt for fear that the Sheriff would come knocking to arrest you for marking up one of their officers.

Hank is more than happy to experiment in the bedroom, he is turned on when you are so there isn’t really anything you could bring to him that he would be uncomfortable doing. Unless it was physically hurting you. He has recently been enjoying the two of you doing a little roll play in the bedroom even though you keep insisting that he role plays as himself and handcuffs you to the bed. He’s just patiently waiting for the day you put on his uniform and handcuff him to the bed.

S = Stamina

Hank due to how fit he is has remarkable stamina, he is able to chase fugitives through the depths of Grease Town until they themselves get too tired to keep running. He is also physically strong so there isn’t a position he doesn’t have the strength to fuck you in for as long as it takes for you to cum. You were surprised by his strength and stamina but eventually you came to realise how fun it is going multiple rounds. He always makes sure to check in on you and make sure you’re doing okay as he knows he could probably go for longer than you and he doesn’t want to wear you out too much as you both have demanding jobs.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He is open to using toys in the bedroom, but he isn’t all that sure how you would get them in a place like the silo. The things the two of you usually class as toys are different outfits or the cuffs that come along with his police uniform. You love it when he fucks you in his office, his uniform still on his Deputy badge on full display.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is something that Hank loves to do, whether it is plaming you through your trousers or underwear in the moments before sex. Or if it’s leaning down and whispering something dirty in your ear in a crowd full of people and watching you squirm. He enjoys the way you react to his touch and to the things he says to you. He does however wish you would tease him a little more back and is hoping that he can build your confidence enough to do so.

V = Volume

When the two of you started hooking up he was quite reserved with the noises he made during sex, you began to notice he was holding back a lot. It was only when he neared his own climax did he actually moan and grunt as his self control lapsed a little. The sounds he made really turned you on. So you eventually told him you would prefer it if he didn’t hold back. This made it considerably easier when you were blowing him, the sounds he made guiding you on what he did and didn’t like. He is now only careful to keep his voice down when you’re in his office.

W = Wild Card

He sees a future with you and isn’t sure how to talk to you about it. Hank isn’t really one that’s all that good at recognising and discussing his feelings as many men in the down deep aren’t. But he really just wants a future with you, moving in together marriage. Maybe even a child somewhere down the line., this is particularly out of character for him as he has had a string of relationships that haven’t been anything but physical but there is something different about you something he doesn’t want to loose.

X = X-Ray, what is he packing.

Hank had never been one to care all that much about how big his dick is, but then again he doesn’t have a reason to care. He is dick is large but in proportion to his body. When he is standing naked he looks like an average guy but he is six foot three, very much on the tall end of the range of heights in the silo. His dick is long but thick and he claims he has never actually measured it something you defiantly think is a lie as he is simply a man after all. The length of it never keeps you wanting and the slight upward curve it has really ups the pleasure when he fucks you missionary. To say he is well endowed would be an understatement but unlike most men that are packing he actually knows how to fuck. Lets just say there are moments were he makes sure you feel every fucking inch of the thing.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He never thought his sex drive was all that high but then does anyone really know as people don’t often talk about how regularly they have sex. He was used to once or twice a week but since he met you and the two of you became officially sanctioned, he became a lot more regular with how often he needed it and you were more than happy to accommodate this. He isn’t afraid to initiate sex with you and knows how to take a firm but polite no if you aren’t in the mood. He is excellent and determining when you’re in the mood, but typically he will tease you and let you be the one to start any interaction. he enjoys it when you tell him when you want to jump his bones, and it took you a little while to get over the reluctancy you had at the start with being the first one to say you want to do it. Hank was reassuring and there isn’t often a time that he says no to you and when he does it either through pure exhaustion from a long day at work or due to him having to go to work.

Z = Zzz

If the two of you are at home, then he is particularly quick to fall asleep. only after he makes sure you're happy then he will curl up with you and fall right asleep. He loves having you rest your head on his chest, after sex and just thoroughly enjoys being close to you afterwards. For Hank, the intimacy and compassion doesn’t end after the two of you have reached your climax.

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Unsanctioned

There are no fanfics about this man that I can find anywhere on the internet so I went ahead and made one. Idk if there is anyone in love with this man as much as me to read it but I just had to write a little something for him. IDk if its good I just needed SOMETHING.

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You hooked your thumbs under the straps of your backpack and exited the stairs. Working as a mechanic always consisted of long, strange hours that often had you walking alone along the streets of the silo. You didn’t mind it, walking empty streets at almost five in the morning, no one running past you, just you alone with your thoughts, was a welcome rest bite from the hustle and bustle of the day. You knew that in little more than an hour the streets of the silo would be filled with people either coming home from work or heading to it.

Hank would still be in his office, the officers under him patrolling the streets to ensure that everyone who should be inside was. He was likely still filling in paperwork, there seemed to be a never-ending amount of it recently. More than likely exacerbated by the fact that Juliette made it over the hill. Something that had never been done before.

As you neared the door to the police station, you slowed your stroll and pulled the hair-tie from the end of your braid. Running your fingers through your hair to separate the strands.

Slowly you made your way towards the door, twisting the handle and pushing the old heavy door in. Just as you had expected, the precinct was quiet and empty. The main light was off, with the two desk lamps and the screen at the back showing the dark outside world the only sources of light. You walked around the table in the middle where the officers sat and circled toward the door to the left. It was open a crack, warm light spilling out.

“Hank?” You questioned, placing your palm on the door and pushing it open.

Hank was sitting at his desk, crouched over some paperwork. He looked up through the hair that had fallen into his face as you entered. His tired expression replaced with a smile as he sat up.

“This is a surprise.” He said, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands into his lap.

“Well, I just finished a double, and the showers were empty so, so I washed up at work.” You turned and pushed the door gently to a close before dropping your backpack on the chair opposite his desk.

He pushed his chair back from his desk and opened his arms, allowing you to sit down in his lap. His arms encircled you and pulled you back against his chest, nuzzling his head into your neck.

“What time is it?” He asked, pressing a delicate kiss to the soft skin of your neck.

“Almost 5am, how long have you been working?” You replied, leaning forwards away from him and towards the desk. “Are these reports on the riots?” You asked, lifting one of the papers and peaking under it.

“Since almost this time yesterday. And yeah, they are just non-stop at the moment. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Mayor calls for more curfews just to stop people from being out on the street.” He mumbled, kissing the back of your shoulder and gently pulling you back into his lap, so your back was to his chest.

He carefully pulled the fabric of your shirt from where it was tucked in your trousers, and then he snaked his hands under the fabric. Hands moving to cup your bra, giving your breast a gentle squeeze.

“All the workers in the mechanic shop are riled up. I don’t think a curfew is going to work.” You whispered clasping your hand over his as you continued to glance over the paperwork in front of you.

“Ah, it can wait until tomorrow.” He said, moving your hair from your neck and placing kisses along up towards your ear.

“It is tomorrow, my love.” You replied, standing up.

His hands gripped your hips, trying to pull you back towards him. You turned and ran your fingers through his hair. He pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around your hips and pressing his forehead to your stomach.

“Fuck, I should get some sleep before the mayhem begins again.” He mumbled against you, the words muffled.

“Would you like me to go?” You asked, running your fingers through his messy shoulder-length curls. “You could pull out the sofa bed in your office and get an hour or two of sleep.”

He tilted his head back, looking up at you, and you moved your hands to cup his face. His big brown eyes never failed to make you melt when he looked at you. Hank moved his hands to the curve of your hips. His fingers absentmindedly fiddling with your belt loops.

“No, I…” He let out a long sigh and sat back in his chair. You leaned back against his desk in front of him and folded your arms.

His legs were splayed out, you between them as he propped his elbow up on the armrest of his chair and rubbed his hand across his lower jaw, letting out a sigh. Looking off to your left instead of at you. Even though he hadn't slept for the past day, he still looked as handsome as ever. His thick, dark curly hair always seeming to fall perfectly around his face, regardless of what he was doing. His moustache always sitting perfectly, no matter how many times he rubbed his hand over his face. He was slouching in the chair slightly, but it did little to diminish his large frame and broad shoulders. Hank was always complaining of back pain, as the doors of the silo were not built for men as tall as him.

“What is it Hank, you’re not breaking up with me, are you?” you joked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“No, I just think that with everything going on. Well, I just shouldn't be in an unsanctioned relationship. The sheriff is coming down today, and I just think it would be better if we had everything squared away.” He lowered his hand and began picking at the frayed edge of the padding on his armrest, not meeting your eye.

You let out a slow, long sigh, tilting your head to either side to crack your neck. It was a conversation, the two of you had been having on and off for months now. He had been ready to sanction the relationship the first week, you, however, were a little more hesitant. Most people in the down deep didn’t really both to get relationships sanctioned, at least not in the early days. Many waited years, only caring to get the officially sanctioned when they wanted to move in with one another or to have a baby.

“Well then,” you started, and he met your eye, those big brown puppy dog eyes silently begging. “Send in the paperwork, I know you’ve had it filled in for months now.” You whispered, unable to stop the smile from creeping onto your lips.

“Really?” he asked, leaning forwards in his seat, an exited smile on his face.

“Yep.” you replied, moving slightly to the side as he wheeled his chair forwards towards the computer to your left.

He clicked the mouse a few times and then grabbed your hand, looking up at you, the smile gone, a nervous expression in it place.

“What if they don’t approve it?” he asked, cupping your hand in his and bringing it to his lips.

He kissed it softly and sat back in his chair, dropping your hand and staring at the computer screen.

“Well,” you started, stepping towards him. You placed your hands on the armrests and climbed into his lap. His hands grabbed your waist, guiding you to make sure that you were balanced. You moved your forearms to rest on his shoulders. “We will just have to make use of the time that we have left. One last hurrah.”

You kissed him, tangling your hands into his hair. Moaning into the kiss as his hands squeezed your arse. He pulled away.

“Or the first of many legal activities.” he mumbled, peppering kisses on your lips between each word.

“I don’t think fucking the Sheriff's Deputy in his office is legal, my love.” you giggled brushing his hair out of his face.

“Yeah, I think I might have to arrest you.” He couldn't hide the grin on his face as his hands moved to the buttons of your shirt. “Might have to do a strip search to make sure that you aren't carrying any illegal contraband on your person.”

He undid the top button of your blouse, leaning forwards to place a kiss on the skin it exposed, then the next one popped open, and he placed another kiss on the skin revealed by that button. His hands fumbled with the last few buttons, hastily pulling the fabric from your frame and discarding it to the side. Hank the leaned forwards and kissed the top of your breast, just above the cup of your bra.

Your hands move to his jacket, pushing it back off his shoulders, his hands leaving your body just long enough to pull his hands from the sleeves and drop it to the side.

“Why are you wearing so many layers.” you mumbled, fumbling the buttons of his shirt, realising he was wearing a white t-shirt under it.

“Hey, you said I look hot in my uniform.” he mumbled against your breast.

“You look hotter out of it.” you replied, struggling with his buttons.

He let out a deep sigh and sat back in his chair, undoing the buttons you had been struggling with and taking his shirt off. He then pulled off the white shirt he was wearing, exposing his tanned, muscular chest. Dark sparse chest hair decorated his pecks, thicker darker hair trailed from below his belly button down under the waistline of his trousers. You pulled your bra from your body, and he smiled, leaning forwards and trailing kisses from your neck down until he took one of your nipples in his mouth. The sensation drew a moan from your lips as you tilted your head back, your hands tangling in his hair. He gently rolled your other nipple between his thumb and fingers, drawing more moans from you.

“Fuck, I missed you.” He mumbled against you, the vibrations seeming to travel straight down to your pussy that was already aching for him.

Then his hands were on the buckle of your belt, he fumbled for a moment, and then you felt it release. He pulled it from your trousers in one swift movement, kissing back up your neck before he popped the button of your trousers open. His hand moved down to palm you through your trousers, his other hand moving to your waist to help you roll your hips against him.

“Get on the fucking desk.” he commanded between kisses.

You reluctantly pushed yourself off him, he stood with you. Seemingly believing you were taking too long to obey his command. His hands moved down your body, scooping you up onto the desk in one swift movement. Hank pushed the files to the side and then kissed you once more before dropping to his knees, his hands grabbing at the waistband of your trousers at your hips and pulling them down. He was impatient, taking the underwear with the trousers and discarding them off to your left before he pushed your thighs apart, moving between your legs. He trailed kisses quickly down your thighs as one of his hands pushed against your stomach, prompting you to lie back on the desk.

You leant back, propping yourself up on your forearms, he smiled up at you running his hand though his hair to get it out of his face. He propped one of your feet on the chair and made sure the other leg was supported by his shoulder. Then he, in one swift, firm motion, licked from your entrance to your clit. One of your hands balled the paper resting under it into a fist as the other flew to grab his hair. He barely allowed you a second to process the pleasure from the first taste he had before he was tasting you again. Repeating the same motion, this time circling your clit with his tongue. Your head lulled back, and you moaned at the ceiling as he began to devour you. His tongue moved across your pussy, determined to draw as many moans from you as he could. He explored you with his tongue, just the way you liked it. Sometimes careful and slow, and then he would speed up chasing you to the edge before slowing down teasing you away from it, spurred on by your frustrated moans and the way you pulled at his hair.

“Please, Hank.” you muttered between moans as he pulled you back from your release once again.

You looked down at him, and he pulled away from your clit, making you whine a little as he looked up at you. Those big brown eyes filled with a cocktail of lust and love. His moustache slightly slick with your arousal.

“But baby, I like to hear you beg.” he whispered, his hot breath torturing your swollen clit as he pressed a rough kiss to it.

“Please, Hank.” you replied, your voice sounding pathetic.

He looked up at you with a devilish glint in his eye, and then began to devour your pussy with renewed effort. Chasing you once again to the edge. But this time he didn’t slow down or stop. No, he chased you all the way to the edge, his hands gripping your thighs to keep his face between your legs as you bucked your hips to ride out your orgasm.

Your heart rate began to lower as you regained your senses, you opened your eyes and looked down at him. He placed another kiss to your sensitive clit, making you flinch a little, before he stood. The low light of the room outlining his muscular frame and broad shoulders. The sight of him made your pussy ache with anticipation.

Hank unbuckled his belt, then undid the button of his trousers, pushing them down with his underwear. You couldn't help but gasp at the sight of him. Every time he went down on you, he always seemed to be thicker, harder, as though the act of eating you out turned him on more than you. He took himself in his hand and pumped his large fist along the length of himself before he stepped towards and pushed himself between your folds. The sensation of him rubbing against your clit made you clench. Teasing was his favourite thing, and even after the long shift he just pulled, he wasn’t about to skip it. He rocked his hips back and then forwards, slowly letting his dick rub across the outside of your pussy. The head falling to tease your entrance before sliding back up your pussy to your clit. You wiggled your hips in a vain attempt to prompt him to hurry and fuck you, but all it earned you was a thumb at your clit as he continued to rub his dick over the length of you. You tilted your head back towards the ceiling in frustration before looking back at him. He smirked at you as he rocked his hips back again, moving his hand to guide his dick into you as he gently thrust forwards.

His mouth opened slightly, allowing a moan to escape from it as he slowly moved into you. Both his hands grabbing at the flesh of your hips as he leaned towards you, fully seating him inside of you with a low grunt. You grabbed at his wrist as he barely gave you a second to acclimatise to the size of him before he withdrew him, self. Then in one quick thrust of his hips, he was back deep inside of you, drawing a moan from your lips and a grunt from his with the action.

Then Hank began to fuck you, slow at first, then he began to build speed as the thrusts started to become less controlled and more needy. He held your hand with one of his, interlocking your fingers together. His other pressed just below your bellybutton as he rubbed circles around your clit, ensuring your were racing towards the finish line with him.

Hanks thrusts grew sloppier and his breathing heavier. He dropped your hand and grabbed the flesh of your hip, fingers digging into your skin, not enough to hurt but enough for him to keep you in place as his thrusts became more needy and desperate. His other hand maintaining the stimulation of your clit. You could feel the heat building in your lower stomach, and you could see he wasn’t far behind.

“Cum with me baby.” he whispered, the thrusts becoming harsher.

Your climax came seconds before his, your back arching as pleasure ripped through you throwing your head back and causing you to scream at the ceiling. He came, too, with a guttural grunt and a harsh thrust followed by a few lazy ones before he pulled himself from you. His hands moving to your face, pulling you up to kiss him. He pressed his forehead to yours, the two of your still breathing hard.

“I love you,” he whispered, pressing another kiss to your lips as you sat up on the edge of the desk.

The sound of a notification came from the computer next to you. Hank pulled away from the kiss and turns to his computer, you catch his face and gently guide it back into your direction.

“Hey now, baby, I thought you needed a break from work.” You whispered, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone.

He was smiling at you, a glint of something in his eyes.

“We got sanctioned.” He said, the smile turning into a grin as he moved his hands to the armrests of his chair.

You turned to look at the computer screen. Sure enough, there was the response from IT, green letters that read RELATIONSHIP: SANCTIONED.

Before you even had time to turn and kiss him in celebration. He stepped to the right and stooped, pulling his trousers back up his legs. He then stooped again, picking his shirt up from the floor and pulling it over his head.

“So where the hell are you going then baby, surely we should celebrate.” you replied, turning your attention from the computer screen to Hank.

“That’s precisely what we're going to do, Darlin’.” He moved back towards you, pulling his buttons down onto his arms and quickly doing up the buttons.

“So why the hell are you putting your clothes back on then, Hank?”

He smiled at you as he tucked his shirt into his trousers, buckling up his belt.

“We are going to celebrate.” He stepped forwards, putting his hand on your chin and tilting your head up towards him. “I’m going to make sure that everyone knows you’re mine.”

He placed a delicate kiss on your lips before pulling away and continuing to dress.

“Then why do you look like you’re about to leave?” You asked, stepping down from his desk and picking your trousers up from the floor and pulling them on.

“I'm putting my clothes on,” he started pulling on his jacket. “Because, you and I are going to walk hand in hand all the way back to my apartment where we are going to have round two.”

He met your eyes as he spoke the last words, a smile playing on his lips as he stooped to pick your shirt from the floor, handing it to you, your bra in the bundle of fabric.

“Well, make sure you bring your cuffs.” You replied, hurrying to get dressed.

[the-unidentified-author]

Is This The Last of Us?

Chapter 1: Familiar Faces in Dark Places

The night had drawn in a little faster than it had on previous nights. It was only the third day of August, yet the weather had already started to turn, the cool air of autumn setting in as soon as the sun kissed the horizon. Elizabeth sat at the kitchen table of her little studio apartment at the edge of the Boston QZ. She had been sitting there hunched over the maps scattered across the table for the best part of three hours. Pencil in hand, diligently transferring all the marking from her old map to her new one. Letting out a deep, long sigh, she circled another city with the pencil, carefully printing the letters QZ inside of it. She bit the metal end of the pencil, the eraser long since fallen out. Then, she slowly drew an X in the circle, penciling in the word lost, just under the first two letters she had written.

She ran her hand over the map, so many cities, so many Quarantine Zones with an X speared through them. Placing her pencil down on the map, she propped her elbows on the table and rubbed at her eyes. The process of transferring the old marks was going to be long, she knew that. But, she had never really stopped to properly count the amount of Safe Zones that had fallen to the infected over the last two decades. After the number reached far into the double digits, she stopped counting.

As She leant back in her chair, the old wood creaked under the strain of her movement. She took in a quick deep breath and then exhaled deep and long, stretching out her limps. The night had brought in the cold, and her body ached from sitting still for such a length of time. The smell of damp and rot made its way into her nose as she looked around the little apartment. Folding her arms, she looked out the window. It had started raining, the droplets hitting against the window so quickly it was as though someone were pouring water down it. The dark shapes of the buildings outside reduced to a mess of wiggly lines by the water. Biting her lip, she looked back at the maps. The old creases and folds of the paper dancing in the flicking light of the candle just a few inches from where she was writing. She let out a sigh, unfolding her arms and moving to pick up her pencil when a sound caught her attention.

It was quiet. Far away. But, definitely there. Glancing down at her watch, she stood blowing out the candle and made her way to the window. She stepped around the end of the bed and then stopped just short of the window. Blue-white light filled the small space of her apartment and the noise that she had heard was revealed to be an engine. She scrutinised her watch again before looking down at the street two floors below.

A Fedra truck slowly rumbled down the street. The large lights on top of it twisting and turning searching the streets for anyone breaking the curfew. A voice played over crackly speakers, she couldn’t make out the words due to the quality of the speakers, and the distance she was from them. But, she knew what they were saying. What they always said. They were telling everyone sheltering in their houses that the curfew was in effect and anyone breaking it ran the risk of being shot.

It wasn’t that she particularly cared about what the occupants of the truck were rambling on about. No, the only thing she was thinking about was how the truck was rumbling by her apartment building, twenty minutes before it was supposed to. As the truck made it to the end of her street, she pressed her forehead to the window in an attempt to watch the truck turn out of her street. She watched as it slowed and then turned left. It should have turned right.

She let out a deep breath and folded her arms, watching the lights of the truck fade until darkness and silence once again fell over the streets. It could just be a response to the bombing the fireflies had been carrying out around the city. But there was something strange about the QZ. She hadn’t been inside the walls long, but there were small things she had come to watch out for. Things that signified a change for the worst. The ration station seemed to be opening later and later on, her every visit. People becoming more desperate, people who hadn’t set foot outside since the walls went up being caught sneaking back in. There were the very public hangings that Fedra had made a big show of the day before. People unlawfully entering and exiting the Safe Zone had swung for their crimes in the early afternoon. Fedra hangings were always a horrible sight. In order to hang someone properly and snap their neck as they fell, you had to make sure the rope was the right length for their weight. Fedra never bothered to calculate the correct lengths of rope. She cast her mind back to the day before, the girl who hadn’t been heavy enough, whose weight wasn’t enough to break her neck. She remembered the sounds she made as she slowly choked to death, the way the crowd fell so silent you could hear the piss that ran down her leg drip onto the asphalt. Liz hadn't stayed to watch long, keeping her head down, with business to attend to. It was, however, something you couldn’t tear your eyes away from. After a few minutes, one of the officers mercifully shot the poor girl. It wasn’t usually the done thing, almost five years after the walls went up FEDRA explained that they would be bringing back capital punishment. It was made to seem like a deterrent for people, to watch people be hung publicly for crimes they had been found guilty of. FEDRA, however, hadn’t done a good job at covering up the real reason, bullets were becoming difficult to come by even back then. In this day and age, they only shot if it was life or death.

Elizabeth was a smuggler, she moved in an out of countless QZ’s up and down the country. If she were caught, she would meet the same fate.

Her eyes moved out to the wall, just a few streets from the apartment she stood in. Fedra had put it up, dividing the old city from the Safe Zone. The dilapidated skyscrapers of the old city were almost the same colour as the clouds overhead. Lighting struck down in the dead city and for a fraction of a second the old buildings were illuminated in brilliant blue-white light before being once again consumed by the darkness. A low throaty thunder rumbled across the city, making the hairs on her arms stand on end. She knew what lay just outside the wall of the zone, it had been the reason she had made an unanticipated pit stop in the Boston QC.

The night was ominous, as though it was mocking the Safe Zone and all the people inside of it. Something was happening, she could feel it. The way that people scampered around the markets. How the Fedra soldiers were more jumpy than they had been in previous years. If things were going the way they seemed to be, she would soon be penciling an X over the Boston QZ.

The creak of wood snapped her attention from outside to the inside. Instinctively, her hand moved to her thigh, to the empty holster strapped to it. She internally cringed as her eyes found the handgun on the table next to the maps. Could she make it to it in time?

Another creak of the floorboard outside of her apartment. Would Fedra wait this long before they came crashing through to arrest and execute her?

The sound of knocking filled the room, and the fear that had wrapped itself around her just moments ago fell away. The knock had a pattern to it, a pattern only select people knew. Only people she trusted.

“Come on, open up.” Came a whisper through the wood of the door, the doorknob rattling.

It was a voice that Elizabeth hadn’t heard in a long time. A voice she had almost hoped never to hear again.

She let out a long silent sigh and moved in the direction of the door. Stopping only to scoop the gun from the table and slot it back into its holster. The feel of it making her a little more comfortable as she reached the door. One twist of the key and one turn of the handle, and it came swinging open. The woman on the other side didn't even allow Liz enough time to welcome her into the apartment before she was inside.

“Make yourself at home.” Elizabeth mumbled sarcastically, peaking up and down the corridor before she closed the door.

Tess didn’t speak, but she did stop when she saw the maps sprawled out on the table. Her hand stretched out towards them, finger tracing the X Liz had drawn on it minutes earlier. Her face almost looked sad as her finger underlined, the word lost.

“There are a lot of maps here, where are you heading to next?” Tess asked, breaking the silence but not looking up from the table.

“Not sure yet.” Liz replied, moving to her left and leaning on the kitchen counter, folding her arms.

Liz knew that Tess would be able to hear the lie on her tongue, but she didn’t care. The question was an icebreaker, just a way to start a conversation. It wasn’t what had brought her here. Liz watched as Tess moved her hands from the map to the back of the chair she had been sitting on earlier. Her hands clenched the back of it before she finally tuned her attention in the direction of liz.

“I need your help.” She said the words leaving her lips fast as though she had to push them out with force.

Liz exhaled sharply, shaking her head. The words had caught her entirely off guard. She was still reeling from the realisation that it was Tess. Her brain stumbled over a response, but it couldn’t seem to send the correct signals to her lips. So she just stood there staring at Tess, in silence, shock painted on her face.

“There’s…” Tess continued, letting out a deep sigh as though she was, again, struggling to get the words out. “There’s cargo that we need to transport to the Capitol Building, deep in the dead city.” She finished, gripping the back of the chair, so tightly her knuckles went white.

“We?” Liz, questioned not missing the sudden change from ‘I’. Her words finally able to make it out of her mouth.

“Yes.” Tess let out a long sigh before continuing. “We need your help to get something out of the city tonight.” She said, deliberately evading Liz’s one word question.

“Why would you need my help to smuggle something out of the city? You’ve gone further out than the capital building before.”

Liz knew that she should ask Tess to leave. That she should explain that she had her plans. That they were no longer close enough for Tess to be coming around asking for favours in the middle of the night. But, curiosity got the better of her. Tess was a smart woman. There had to be one hell of a reason for her to darken her doorstep on a night like this, so long after curfew.

“The cargo-“ Tess started before clenching her jaw as though this entire exchange was causing her physical pain. “Is a girl.” She finished, her eyes falling from Liz’s face, to her crossed arms and then finally to the gun strapped to her thigh.

Letting out a breath, Liz parted her lips to speak, but then closed them again as she tilted her head. Of all the things she had expected Tess to say, that was not one of them. She studied Tess, biting the inside of her cheek as she questioned the decision she had made two nights ago to divert to the Boston QZ. Even though she had run into a little trouble out there, it seemed that there was a lot more trouble lurking inside the walls.

“Let me get this straight.” Liz spoke slowly and carefully, Tess meeting her eye again. “You are trying to smuggle a girl out of the QZ, tonight?”

Liz spoke slowly in the hope that Tess would open her mouth to correct her. To tell her that she had misunderstood completely. However, she just nodded her head.

“You do realise the fireflies are blowing shit up left, right, and centre.” Liz started her anger flaring. “Not to mention whatever the hell is going on with FEDRA, I've never seen them on such high alert. Then there are the hangings. You must have seen them. They’re very public, very OFFICIAL hangings. At the very least you must’ve heard about them. They’re taking breaches of the wall seriously, it's like we’ve gone back ten years. Hell, a Fedra truck just rumbled past my window twenty minutes before it was supposed to. There’s no way to move through the city, not tonight.” The words tumbled out of Liz’s mouth, her frustration at the situation boiling over. She uncrossed her arms and placed them on her hips, eyes meeting Tess.

“Tommy is missing.” Tess whispered, her voice so quiet, it took Liz a second to realise what she had said.

The words hit Liz hard, with force, right in the gut. It was almost as though she had taken out her gun and shot Liz right there. Liz’s eyes flicked between Tess’s hunting for the lie. Hoping for it to be a lie. A bad attempt to convince her to help. Liz hadn’t been close with Tommy. She had been close with his brother, the four of them had survived a great deal together.

“For how long?” Liz asked, her voice low.

“Three weeks.”

“Three fucking weeks?” Liz exploded, her shout breaking the silence of the room as she moved her hands to her head and rubbed her eyes. She took a slow, unsteady breath, attempting to calm herself, before turning her attention back to Tess. Her temper evened out, her hands returning to her hips. “You know as well as I do, three weeks out there is as good as three years. You know what happens. You know what it means when people go silent.”

“He needs to be okay.” The words rushed out of Tess’s mouth, the hand by her side clenching into a fist. “Joel needs him, to be, okay.”

The breath caught in Liz’s throat at the mention of his name. She swallowed, trying not to show how deeply just this name had affected her, but Tess had caught it. Liz knew that the only reason she had mentioned it was because she was losing. He was her last resort, her bargaining chip. Her way of begging.

“I can’t help you.” Liz said slowly, carefully, the fight falling from her voice with every word. She looked past Tess and out at the windows, watching the rain stream down the panes. The sound of the rain growing in intensity as another bolt of lighting licked the sky, followed by the boom of thunder.

“It’s for Joel. We get the girl to the Capital Building, we get a truck and guns.” She said, stepping away from the table towards Liz, trying to pull her attention back.

“A firefly promised you this?” Liz queried, a sharp outward breath leaving her lips followed by a short laugh. She shook her head in disbelief. This wasn’t the Tess that she had once known. “Come on, you know better than to trust what those people say.”

“Marlene promised me.”

“Fuck, you know what Marlene’s like.” The anger bristled under Liz’s skin. “ She will tell anyone what they want to hear, truth or not. Her only loyalties are to her revolution. I doubt they have a truck to spare or any guns.” She finished pinching the bride of her nose in frustration.

She had spent too much time hunched over the maps. That, plus this unexpected conversation was laying the foundations for a headache to take root, just behind her eyes.

“Then we take the guns.” Argued Tess, but you could tell she herself didn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth.

Liz’s attention once again moved from Tess, as though not looking at her might make her disappear along with the whole problem she had brought to her door. Her eyes found a random scuff on the floorboards a short distance from her feet, and she stared at it, her mind reeling over the information overload. It was too late. She was too tired. The promise of guns wasn’t worth leaving the QZ tonight. She didn’t need guns and she didn’t need a truck. But Tess had crossed the QZ at night after curfew, to seek her out and to ask for her help.

“Why would you come to me?” The question had been nagging at her the moment Tess opened her mouth and asked for help. “How did you even know that I was here?”

She looked up and met Tess’s eyes, surprised to find them absent of the usual hardness she kept there.

“Joel, he’s…” she let out a breath. “Tommy never misses a day and Joel knows it. I’ve never seen him like this.” She said, stepping closer to liz still. “You have been out there, more than the both of us combined, and there are whispers. Whispers of what It's like out there now, it's been a year since Joel and I breached the wall. You were just out there days ago. I heard whispers of someone new in town, I had a hunch.”

“Yes, I was out there.” Liz retorted, crossing her arms again. ”And I am telling you it is not a good idea to go beyond the wall, not now. Not tonight.”

Tess’s eyes creased into a frown, her eyebrows knitting together. She looked at Liz, like she knew there was something hidden between her words. Both of them knew going in and out of the QZ was dangerous, but they had done it numerous times. Liz, more times than Tess and Joel combined, she practically lived outside the safety of the walls. For Liz to stress that tonight wasn’t the night to go into the city was unsettling to Tess. It made the hairs on her arms stand on end.

“What do you know?” Tess finally spoke. Her words came slowly as though she was afraid of the answer. “What happened out there?”

“If you are asking that question, then you really shouldn’t go beyond the wall tonight.” The edge in Liz’s voice, surprised both the women.

Tess took drew in a deep, long breath and stared at the floor for a few seconds before training her attention on Liz with a fiery determination in her eyes.

“But we are going out there tonight. You and I both know we have a better chance at getting the girl into the city alive if you’re with us. The choice is yours.” She moved towards the door.

Liz let out a deflated sigh that slowed Tess’s determined walk, she turned to face her.

“He won’t be happy to see me”

“You and I both know that’s a lie.” Tess retorted, the hardness once again swallowing up the kindness in her eyes.

Liz chewed on the inside of her mouth again as she weighed up her options. She had to leave the QZ, and soon. The unrest inside made it a dangerous place to be, if Tess had heard about her arrival, it wouldn’t be long until someone at FEDRA was tipped off. It would be easier to sneak out in the late evening of the following day, she knew that, Tess knew that. But, then there was the problem of Tess. Liz had seen things out there and on her travels, things that Joel and Tess would be unprepared for. Without them, she would be better off, without her, they likely wouldn’t make it to morning. Not with the way things were now.

Just as she was about to speak, another truck rumbled down the street. The search lights once again flooding her apartment with light.

“I assume you know something about that?” Liz asked, gesturing to the search lights scanning the street outside. Tess nodded, but didn’t open her mouth to speak. Liz turned to look around her apartment, letting out a deep, defeated sigh. “I can help you get the girl to the Capital Building. But-“ she said, lifting a finger to silence Tess as she opened her mouth to speak. “Once you have your truck and guns, we go our separate ways. I have business I need to attend to, I don’t need to go on a wild goose chase halfway across the country. For a man who is likely dead.” She finished, the last word coming out a little harsher than she had intended.

Tess closed her mouth, her lips forming a tight line, likely her way of biting back a less than happy remark about Liz’s demand and comment. But, she nodded anyway.

Liz knew that Tess would try to convince her to come along. There was something in Tess’s eyes that made Liz think that she knew more about what was going on outside the QZ than she was ready to let on. She wasn’t stupid, she knew that tucks and guns would only get them so far. They needed Liz and her map to be able to make it all the way across the country to where Tommy had been until he went silent. Liz knew that they might be only slightly less fucked with her tagging along, things were bad on the outside, people were getting really desperate. But then again, it seemed to be going the same way on the inside, she had seen the look of hunger several times. The Boston QZ was not doing well.

She stooped to pick up her backpack, slamming it onto the table as Tess stood by the door. Liz quickly folded up the maps, old and new, securing them in an ancient zip lock bag along with the pencil. Tess watched her stuff them into her backpack. Then she picked up her coat, shrugged it onto her shoulder, and did the same with her backpack.

“You still never stay anywhere too long, do you?” Asked Tess, her voice tinged with a sadness that threatened to drag old memories to the surface. As her eyes drifted around the sparse apartment, not a personal item in sight.

“No,” replied Liz, closing the distance between herself and Tess.

Elizabeth grasped the door handle, swinging open the door. The hinges made a low wine at the movement as she gestured for Tess to go first. Tess hooked her thumbs into the straps of her backpack and stepped into the hallway, giving Liz a small nod of appreciation. Another truck rumbled past as Liz closed the door, a melancholy sort of sadness taking root in her gut. It felt like she was saying goodbye to the little apartment for the last time.

“Are you ready?” She asked, turning to Tess.

“Yeah” she replied.

The two of them headed towards the staircase, Liz giving one more glance back at the door of her apartment before they turned the corner.

The Last of US Fanfiction on AO3

[the-unidentified-author]

The Heart of a Mandalorian

Chapter 1: Meeting The Mandalorian

You took a deep breath as you stared at the door of the bar and let out a deep, long sigh. You hated Greef Karga, most people did, and those that said they didn’t you never believed. They either didn’t know the sort of man he was, or they were just doing their best not to find themselves on his bad side. You, however, had no option but to keep regular company with him. He leads the Guild on this planet and as a result, he is the only person with the resources and connections to help get you off the planet. Which is why you found yourself standing across the street from his little bar. Watching patrons and bounty hunters alike enter and exit the dim little place. You had been in the building many times, picking up odd jobs and the occasional bounty, but, you didn’t trust Karga. You thought it's best to spend a bit of time scoping the place out, just as you would any other job. Some people entering and exiting you knew, but most you didn’t. You found yourself wondering which one of them would be the one Karga had managed to secure you a job with. There were certainly people you wouldn’t mind riding alongside, but there were more that you definitely did not want to go anywhere near. Twisting your wrist towards you, you looked down at the time. Five minutes until your agreed meeting time, time to face whatever the little bar had lurking inside.

Approaching the door, you kick up the sand that lines the market floor. No matter how rigorously the locals sweep the sand out, it always seems to find its way back onto the streets in copious amounts. It seemed to find its way everywhere, regardless of the methods people used to attempt to keep it out. It's hot and dry, the whole planet seemed to be. Your cloak did a good job at stopping the sun from beating down onto you, but it wasn't well suited to the climate, you could already feel the sweat, slick on your back. You hadn’t even been out in the sun for very long, the last thirty minutes you had been stalking the entrance of the bar seeing who came and went, was mostly in the shade. But still, you were uncomfortably warm, the air felt close and offered no relief.

He said to meet you at midday, that he had a customer in need of someone with your skill set. What he thought that skillset was, you didn’t really ask. No matter how many times you asked about who you were meeting, he refused to tell you who the customer was. Just that they were looking for a crew member to aid them with their Guild bounties and a few other odd jobs. As a bounty hunter yourself with a decent set of secondary skills, he recommended you for the job. The door slid open as you approached it, hydronic hissing and a small wisp of white smoke announcing your entrance to the rag tag little bar. A few people on the inside turned to glance in your direction, but they didn’t hold your gaze long, thankfully deciding that you were of little interest. Returning to their conversations, without giving you a second glance. Flying under the radar was one of your talents—no, one of your survival tactics. The fewer people that noticed you or remembered seeing you in one place or another, the easier it was to carry out your job.

You stepped inside, the cool air of the bar a refreshing change from the arid climate outside. Carefully, you looked around the claustrophobic space. Mismatched tables were littered around the small space, dotted among the support pillars without any pattern or particular care taken to make sure patrons could walk between them with ease. Trying your best not to make eye contact with any of the customers, you moved carefully through them. This was a well-known hot spot for bounty hunters, and not all of them stuck true to the guild code. Any one of them could stick a blade in you just for looking at them wrong. Or pull a blaster, which would result in the whole situation unraveling. One of the patrons stepped closer to the bar chattering something about a bad drink and your eyes found Greef Karga in his usual chair at the back of the bar. Slowly, you navigate around the huddles of lifeforms engrossed in various conversations, seemingly unaware of their surroundings and the fact they are blocking the paths between the tables. Just as you step around a blue bug like alien you recognise as a Duros, you accidentally walk right into something heading towards the bar. A Trandoshan, it growls, bearing its teeth and narrowing its eyes. Your eyes dip to the ground, attempting to make yourself seem less of a threat, that seemed to work with creatures like this. If they perceived you not to be a threat, then you could avoid a fight.

“Sorry,” you mutter, stepping around it and heading in the direction of Karga.

Hoping that your averted gaze would come across as someone looking to avoid a fight rather than a dismissive active of defiance. Thankfully, the creature seemed far too eager to get another drink than to hassle you any more about your accidental collision.

You slide into the seat opposite him, your jaw clenched. He meets your eye, gives you a disingenuous smile. You don’t return it.

“How have you been?” He smiles again, leaning back in his seat and taking a swig from his cup.

“Okay. Yourself?” You reply dryly as a waiter approaches and places a cup down in front of you.

“Could be better, guild work is running a little thin.” He says with a fabricated jolly disposition, studying your face as he sips his drink.

“It will pick up, it always does.” You reply dryly, irritation swimming across your features, as you try not to squirm under his uncomfortable gaze.

“Yes. It will.” He said, with another devilish smile and a sip of his drink.

You hated the man. The way he enjoyed making people feel uncomfortable. The way that her revealed in the power that he had over people. You weren’t quite sure how his reputation had come about, never really seeing the more ferocious side of him, but you had heard the stories. He set you on edge, but doing so in a way that made you feel like the asshole for hating him. He took another swig, finishing his drink and waving his hand for another. Within a few seconds, the waiter is pouring a brilliant, unnaturally blue liquid into his glass. He waits patiently for the waiter to finish before quickly picking up the glass and taking another long swig. It always amazed you how much the man could drink, but still keep his razor sharp wits about him. High-functioning alcoholic came to mind, but you would dare not say it out loud. Nothing good ever came of questioning or second guessing the man. Nothing good ever really came from him at all as far as you could tell, aside from credits. He would reluctantly hand them out when people returned with the bounties he gives out to the members of the guild. Occasionally, you would take on one or two if they were on the planet, the pay for those was never good enough to warrant the risk. You always wondered how much the bounties actually paid compared to how much he paid the bounty hunters. His cut must be large, for not once have you seen him struggle to pay a tab and the rate at which the man drinks it's not like he has a short tab.

“You said, you have a job for me.” You said, breaking the uneasy silence, studying him as he wipes his mouth on his sleeve.

“I do,” he replies, leaning forwards in his chair, wrapping his hands around his beverage with another smile.

“Well then. What is it?” You could hear the impatience in your voice, as your eyes scanned the room. This place made you uncomfortable. The bar was a common place for Guild members to hang out between bounties. Due to the low quantity of bounties right now, there was a far larger number of them drinking away their credits in the dark little place. As much as the guild rattles on about honour, you have never met one of them that actually gave a damn about it. Well, aside from Karga, but then again, even he bent the rules when it suited him.

“Well, it's a job.” He says, tilting his head a little and a crafty smile working its way across his lips.

“What, sort of job?” You weren’t even trying to hide the irritation in your voice now, Karga was not a man whose company you enjoyed. He’s a snake, and you hated the fact that he was your only option. But beggars cannot be choosers, definitely cannot afford to be choosy on a planet like Nevarro.

You heard the door of the bar slide open, the hydronic hiss recognisable even in the loud environment. Slowly, the surrounding conversations began to die off as their attentions turned to the person that had walked in. Studying Karga's face, you decided to turn your head to see what who just walked in. What your eyes found was not what you were expecting. A Mandalorian. THE Mandalorian, the one that you had caught glimpses of walking around the city. No, not walking, the metal man almost swaggered around it. People moving out of his way as he marched through the streets, arms at his sides. Hand dangling just inches from the handle of the blaster strapped to his knee. You wanted to turn around to cower away from the man, but he commanded your attention, along with the attention of every life-form in the bar. He walked slowly, his hands by his sides, and people parted to make way for him. His armour was red aside from the helmet which was silver. Everyone who was brave enough to look at him had their eyes glued to him, but his helmet didn’t twist to look at them. No, his helmet was firmly fixed in the direction of your table. His boot steps were heavy, his arms swinging slightly as he approached.

“Ah, that was fast.” Karga said in an almost mocking tone, spreading the same stupid smile on his face that he had given you when you arrived.

You turned your head to face him and watched as he sat back in a relaxed manner, placing his arm on the top of his chair, completely unfazed by the presence of a Mandalorian. You, however, shifted over, trying to get as far from the Mandalorian as you could without standing and racing out of the door.

“Did you catch them all?” Asked Karga in the same slightly mocking tone, joined with an eyebrow raise.

The Mandalorian stopped at the table and placed the three FOBS down onto it in front of Karga without saying a word. The shape of them had always amused you, a little square box with two wires jutting out a few inches before they joined at the tip. You were always amazed at how they could lead someone to a target halfway across the galaxy. They clinked together as he placed them down, the little red lights no longer active, answering Karga’s question immediately without a word. But, still Karga moved forwards picking them up and reviewing them with a nondescript expression on his face. He inspected the FOBS for a moment as though he were making sure that the Mandalorian wasn’t trying to trick him in some way, you watched him. The way that he was so comfortable in the presence of the Mandalorian set you on edge. You had never seen one up close, but you had heard the stories of how ruthless they were, how they would go through anyone and anything to get what they wanted. Fearsome warriors not to be messed with. Then there was Karga, treating this one as though he were no more than an average guild member, trying to swindle him out of credits. Karga pulled a face which you assumed meant he was happy with the bounties. He looked up at the Mandalorian.

“Good. I’ll begin the off-load.” He sat back, his eyes moving to somewhere behind you. He nodded, before barking something in Huttese.

The Mando decided this was the moment he was going to sit down. Right next to you. You scooted over as soon as you realised he wanted to sit, trying to take up as little space as possible in the hope that he wouldn't notice that you were sitting there at all. However, he did. He unclipped his guns strap and pulled it from his shoulder, resting it across his lap as he sat down. His hand rested by the trigger, but he made sure not to touch you with the gun. His silver helmet turned to look at you for a moment before he turned his attention back to Karga. You looked at the weapon that was lazily slung across his lap. It was a long arm, phase-pulse, probably an Amban sniper rife, but you weren’t familiar enough with the gun to be certain. The top of it slips out into two prongs, an ion prod electro-bayonet, one hell of a nasty piece of kit. That was just resting mere inches from you. He had the ammunition for it on a strap that went over his shoulder and connected to his belt at the waist. You could also see he had more of the little cylinders strapped around the top of his right boot.

Karga rummaged around his pocked for a moment before placing some credits down on the table.

“These are imperial credits” said the Mandalorian, his voice came through modulated but deep and threateningly calm.

“They still spend” said Karga with a smile, raising his eyebrow at the Mandalorian, daring him to argue.

“I don’t know if you heard, but the Empire is gone.” His voice almost sounded as though he was whispering, or speaking quietly. Not a sheepish whisper, but in a very much ‘don’t fuck with me’ sort of whisper.

“It's all I’ve got.” Replied, Karga nonchalantly, extending his arm and resting it on the top of his booth, looking at the Mandalorian with a bemused expression, and your heart hammered away in your chest. You do not fuck with Mandalorian’s, and you most certainly do not piss them off.

The Mandalorian made no sound, just suddenly reached forwards, almost making you jump. Snatching the three FOBS off the table. Karga was quick, sitting forwards and extending his hand to catch the wrist of the Mando.

“Save the theatrics.” Karga said with an edge of threat in his voice.

The Mandalorian slowly raised his helmet from the FOBS up to meet Karga’s eyes. The helmet had no expression, no way of communicating emotion, but the surrounding air prickled with a sudden intensity. The way you can feel the lightening in the air before it strikes. Karga’s demeanour changed, realising he had over stepped. His voice grew softer, and he released the grip on the Mandalorian’s wrist.

“Fine, I’ll…” his words trailed off, dropping his gaze from the Mandalorian and rooting around in his pocket. “I can do Calamari Flan.” He pulled his hand from his pocket and placed the blue disks on the table. They squelched as he placed them down. “But, I can only pay half.”

You wanted to stand up from the table and dart out of the door, it would be the smart thing to do. To dip before things got bad. You knew Karga was a cocky son of bitch, but you didn’t realise that he was stupid enough to be a cocky son of a bitch to a Mandalorian. The Mando’s helmet tipped down to look at the credits on the table before it tipped back up to meet the eyes of Karga. The man was playing one hell of a dangerous game. Your heart raced in your chest faster, as you glanced at the rifle. Would you be able to move quick enough to get out of the fire range of the Mandalorian if he decided to shoot Karga where he sat? Doubtful, you heard they were fast. He had just collected 3 bounties, and judging the price placed on them, they pretty nasty ones. Yet, he didn’t seem to have so much as a pulled muscle.

The Mandalorian stared for a few seconds, and you held your breath, your eyes darting between the two men. Your wary expression reflecting on the side of the Mandalorian’s helmet.

“Fine.” He said, reaching forwards, placing the FOBS he was grasping back down onto the table. He moved his hand towards the Calamari Flan, pulling them towards him as they squelched in the same disgusting way as they had when Karga placed them down. You grimaced, wondering why someone would choose to be paid half, in Calamari Flan, than in full, in credits. Karga snatched the FOBS from the table before the Mandalorian could change his mind.

“Now, said Karga, I have something that might interest you.” His eyes moved to you. The Mandalorian turned his head, in the T shaped back glass of the helmet, facing you. You couldn't see his eyes, but could feel them on you. “You said you needed a crew member, someone with experience in bounty hunting and expertise in engineering and piloting a vessel.” The Mandalorian turned back to Karga. “My friend here fits that criteria.”

The fact that he had referred to you as a friend made your skin prickle, and you clenched your fists under the table. The audacity of the man makes you want to launch yourself over the table and punch that nasty little smirk off his face. That would be a bad idea, Karga may be old, but he hadn’t got where he was with sarcastic remarks and a nonchalant attitude. Plus, he was, currently at least, your only way of getting off the planet any time soon.

“What price are you asking for?” Asked the Mandalorian, turning his helmet back towards you.

The slight change in his voice when he spoke to you compared to the subtle threatening intensity he had when speaking to Karga threw you off a little. The deep baritone voice was a little softer, not by much, but enough for you to noice. You didn’t know if you were grateful for it or if the tone scared you even more.

“What are you offering?” Thankfully, the words came out of your mouth absent of the fear you felt. There was a little wobble in your voice, but you swallowed it down.

“Fifteen percent of all bounties.”

You twisted your head a little, the cut shocked you somewhat. People never straight up offered a fair price. They always lowballed, and then there would be an ensuing debate about how much you would get until they finally and reluctantly accepted your offer. The offer you usually asked for was never any more than ten. You had prepared yourself to barter for the price. Granted, you hadn’t prepared to barter with a Mandalorian and to be honest, if he had offered a lower price you might have just taken it. Too scared to fight for a fair one, and much too smart to turn one down.

“What's the job?” You asked the high cut, suddenly sending alarm bells ringing as the shock wore off, and your senses returned to you.

“Crew. Keeping my ship in shape. Assisting with bounty’s and to copilot or pilot my ship when I need you to.” The Mando said that rich deep reverberating voice was pathing a way through the fear you felt, leaving room for intrigue to take root.

“Length of contract?” You asked, studying the contours of the metal helmet.

“However long you are willing.”

You took a deep breath and your eyes moved to Karga, he shrugged, providing you with little help at all. Bouncing your leg nervously, you turned back to the Mandalorian. Should you risk it? Traveling with a Mandalorian was one hell of a way to see the stars. For 15 percent of each bounty he brought back, it seemed like one hell of a good deal. But then again, on the other hand, it would be dangerous, far more dangerous than anything that you had done before. You looked at Karga once again. Before focusing your attention back on the helmet. You knew that you had seconds left to decide, judging by the impatience that the Mandalorian had exhibited when taking to Karga. The spark of adventure burned deep within your stomach, this was dangerous. You could die. But then again, did you really want to spend the rest of your life repairing the grounded ships of those that traveled the stars? Living off their tall tales about danger and adventure? Do you really want to die in a shit-hole like Nevarro?

“Okay,” you nodded, the word tumbling out of your mouth. You turned your head to the Mando again. “Deal,” you raised your hand, regretting the action immediately. His helmet tipped down as he looked at your hand extended out to him. You could see Karga’s bemused expression in the corner of your eye. The helmet moved back up to your face, and you resisted the urge to pull back your hand. He raised his gloved hand, placing it in yours. His grip was firm and strong, his hand large enough to engulf yours. He shook your hand with a gentleness you hadn't expected before he dropped it and turned his attention back to Karga. Karga twisted in his seat and then once again dipped his hand back into his pocket and routed around.

“Hmmm,” he said out loud, pulling out a bag. “I have a bail jumper,” he pulled the Puck from the bag and placed it on the table. “A bail jumper,” he continued, pulling out another and placing it on the table. “Another bail jumper, a wanted smuggler.” He said, placing them all together on the table in a little group.

“I'll take them all,” said the Mandalorian, moving his hand forwards suddenly to take the Pucks, but somehow Karga was faster, placing his hand on the Pucks, stopping the Mandalorian from reaching them.

“No. Hold on,” he said, his tone hard but with a playful edge. The Mandalorian sat back in his chair, his helmet tilting again, unamused. “There are other members of the Guild, and this is all I have.”

You raised your eyebrow and looked down at the five Pucks on the table. These were a little different, they were circles instead of the classic rectangles. Karga wasn’t lying when he said that work was a little thin on the ground.

“Why so slow?” Asked the Mandalorian, his arm resting on the table, his demeanour seeming relaxed but at the same time alert.

“It’s not slow at all, actually. Very busy.” He pushed the Puck around the table with his pointer finger. “They just don’t want to pay Guild rates.” He said the last bit with venom. “They don’t mind if things get sloppy.”

The Mandalorian’s helmet tilted as though he was weighing up his options, and you looked at him from the corner of your eye. You had never seen someone so relaxed in the presence of Karga before, everyone knew he was a rat and everyone watched out for even the slightest hint of a double cross or for lies wrapped in truth. Perhaps the Mandalorian was watching out for all these things, the inability to see his face made him difficult to decipher. Maybe he was comforted but the Knowledge that if Karga had nothing to gain from a double cross, then he would stay at least somewhat loyal. And well, you couldn’t see any good coming from upsetting a Mandalorian.

“What’s your highest bounty?” The Mandalorian asked, that voice was piquing your interest more and more with every word that he spoke.

“Not much” replied Karga, his voice coming out apologetic and it almost sounded genuine. You would have believed it if you didn’t know the man. “Five Thousand.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked between the two men, at the rate Mando offered that would be 750 for you. Well, that was more credits than you had seen in a singe job for a long time.

“That won't even cover fuel these days.” Said the mandalorian, and you found yourself wondering what sort of ship he flew if he spent just that on fuel. With just twice the price of the job, you could buy yourself a nice little ship.

“Hmmm,” Karga’s eyes dropped to the table before he clicked his tongue and leaned forwards, meeting the eye of the Mandalorian. “There is one job.”

Suddenly, you could feel some eyes off the bar moving to your table, as though they had been carefully keeping track of the conversation, The Mando’s head tilted.

“Let’s see the Puck.” He said, and even through the modulator you could hear the curiosity in his voice.

“No puck.” Stated Karga. “Face to Face.” The Mandalorian’s helmet tilted again, defiantly, curiosity you, though. “Direct commission.” Continued Karga. “Deep pocket.”

“Underworld?”

The word made your heart hammer in your chest, it almost felt as though you were part of a conversation you shouldn’t be. If it was just you sitting at the table, Karga would never have offered a job. He certainly wouldn’t have given you a hint that such a job existed, with your inability to go off world, your jobs were limited at the best of times. But agreeing to travel with the Mandalorian had just opened your horizons far more than you thought possible.

Karga sighed, and his gaze one again fell from the Mandalorian’s helmet to the table.

“All I know is no chain code.” Said Karga, reaching back into his pocket, pulling out a chit. “Do you want the chit or not?” His voice took on a dangerous edge as he held the card out to the Mandalorian.

You watched as the Mando stared at Karga, his helmet not moving for a few seconds, you wondered if he was going to take it. There had been rumours flying around about the job, but you hadn't paid them much mind until now. A few bounty hunters had gone to find it but had failed to return. The Mandalorian extended his hand and snatched the chit from Karga's outstretched hand. He looked at it in his hand for a second, then he stood up from his chair with a swiftness and speed that a man wearing so much armour shouldn’t be capable of. Karga glanced at you and nodded, you stood up too, shuffling out of the seat. The Mandalorian strode out of the bar, the crowd once again parting lifeforms, tripping over themselves to move out of the way. The hiss of the door announced his departure. You turned to Karga.

“Hurry along then. Adventure awaits.” He smiled in that sarcastic way that made you want to strike him across the face.

Instead, you balled your fist up by your side and turned to follow the path the Mandalorian had cut through the crowd before people began to move into it once again.

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