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𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 (part two)

pairing: teen!noel gallagher x fem!oc

summary: noel's going nowhere, and fern's going everywhere

word count: 3.50k

warnings: mentions of drugs, smoking, swearing (possible ooc noel but i wanted to write a soft lil' teen fic 😩)

PART ONE IS HERE

the next morning, fern pushed her face deeper into the pillows that surrounded her head as her alarm clock bleeped out the time persistently. noel's arm wrapped around her waist tightened to pull her back at the rustling of the covers as she moved to get up. "few more minutes," he grumbled, screwing up his face as she pulled away sharply to draw back the curtains.

"can't." she replied, trying to pull him up by the shoulder in order to make her bed, "i've got that test today, remember." fern smiled at his grouchiness, screwing himself up into a ball before opening his eyes properly and adjusting to the harsh light. he watched her move around the room, removing various pieces of her school uniform from wardrobes and drawers to take with her into the bathroom.

she disappeared from the bedroom through the door, he could hear her greet felix patrolling the corridor before the shower started to run and the boiler started to hum. he sat on the edge of her bed, ran his hands through his hair and started glumly out of the window. 'signing on again, noel'. the sound of fern swearing loudly as the water ran cold bleeding through the wall prompted him to put his side of the bed tidy, lay his clothes out in some semblance of preparation.

fern reappeared and pushed her bedroom door shut with her foot. she was buttoning up her shirt close to her chin, holding a slice of toast in between her teeth and balancing two cups of tea on a small tray. "went downstairs to get some fuel, mum's made breakfast if you want some- oh! yours is on the left." she was talking about his tea, pointing to it before dropping into her desk chair.

her head was bent over the flashcards she'd tossed from her bed to the desk at some point during the night, and fern could sense noel about to speak as he pulled his top over his head. "don't even say anything." he looked at her, hair clipped up and finger pointing at him over her shoulder. "wasn't goin' to."

"you were thinking about it, though." she flicked through a few, mumbled the answers under her breath before discarding them into a desk drawer and slamming it shut. "steady on, darl', what'd it ever do to you?"

they moved about the room in silence after he returned from the shower, gathering their belongings and watching the minutes tick down before they had to split their separate ways. fern sat cross legged on the floor infront of her mirror and pushed eyeliner into her waterline as noel fussed with his hair, growing more frustrated. he looked at his watch, "ten to eight, should probably start thinking about gettin' a shift on."

"since when were you ever fussed about being on time for things? the rest of the world is five minutes ahead of you."

fern picked up her bag stuffed between the gap of her bedside table and wall, shrugging her blazer over her shoulders and tightening her maroon and blue tie around her collar. noel patted down the pockets of his jacket to check for his wallet, nodded when he'd located it, and picked up felix to remove him from the room as they walked down the stairs.

their relationship was very domestic, not exactly what he’d had in mind when he’d asked fern out but he was perfectly content. they sunk into routine relatively quickly. he would always visit her on thursday evenings and she would stay for fish and chips at his every friday. he’d met her parents and she’d met his mam, once fern had even invited him to be her plus one to her cousin’s wedding.

he hated that he loved being part of it all, parents who loved their daughter that much that they let her date the boy from the council estate in the next town so far over some people thought it was in a different county. he watched her lean over the table in the kitchen to give her dad a kiss on his cheek and briefly stopped to chat to her mum about the latest guest on bbc breakfast news before leaving.

audrey gave him a pat on the shoulder and a fond smile, mr gibson waved at him from over his newspaper and wished him a good day at collage. he liked fern's parents so much he felt guilty about lying to them regarding his crippling chances for a longterm education. filled up on slices of toast he'd managed to scarf down before fern frogmarched him out of the door, down the drive and into her car, noel caught a stray lock of hair out of place on his head in the reflection of the mirror just in time.

fern always let him chose the music, readily supplied with cassettes and mix tapes in the glove box of her car so he could have his pick. unfortunately, as he was right in the middle of miming a guitar riff cutting through the middle of the current song, fern poked him in the leg as she stopped at a red traffic light marking the end of her village. "what?"

"do you mind just going through those questions again? the ones i couldn't get right last night?" god, give him strength, did this woman ever stop? knowing fern, she'd stuffed them into the pocket of his jacket before they left the house so he couldn't give the same excuse he always did - they were in her bag, which he couldn't reach around into the back of the car far enough to get them. he sighed as he felt the outline of the cards next to his wallet.

"i thought we'd done them all? you were fine, we don't need to do this; you know what you're like, it'll only stress you out more."

"no, it won't. go on, ask me."

"you're like a fuckin' primed bomb! one wrong move and we'd all be fucked." he mimed an explosion with his hands. at fern's side eye and advancing finger towards the eject button for the tape, he conceded. "fine. seriously though, don' know why we need to do it again. you're fuckin' brilliant at these."

her finger moved away from the button as the light turned amber then green. fern pulled onto the dual carriage way, checking her mirrors before changing lanes and reeling off answers to the questions noel was asking her. he went through the cards three times without being asked, as it was something she’d always liked to do.

“are you going home this morning?”

“nah, i’ll come with you and then just mill about for a bit. there’s a dole office in town, should probably get tha’ sorted out sooner rather than later.”

fern smiled sadly, reversing into her usual space in the student car park. “i’m sorry. if there was something i could do i would do it.”

“i know ya would, darl’, but we always knew it was gonna fuckin’ happen.”

she huffed and drummed her fingers against the steering wheel. "i know." there were few cars around them, and her friends who caught the bus to school hadn't yet appeared. fern and noel got out of the car, slammed the doors shut and listened for the beep to tell them it was locked when fern turned the keys in the door. as she was checking she had everything in her bag - drink, apple, textbooks, extra paper - noel's hands slid around her waist and spun her around to face him.

she leaned against her car, smiling at him with a glint in her eye. "i've still got a few minutes until eloise gets here." he grinned cheekily and leaned down, kissing her softly before pulling away. fern rested her elbows on the car roof, wrapping her hands behind his neck to pull him back down to her. noel left her breathless every time, but unfortunately the slow descent of his lips to her jaw and later to her neck was cut short at a low whistle from somewhere behind him.

fern pulled away and angled her head over his shoulder to see eloise standing in a small group of their friends, who'd just got off the bus trundling down the road and away from the gates, giggling and watching the pair of them. noel went to nip at her lips again but was met with her cheek instead. "come on. i'd better get going." they slowly started to walk away from the car, parting ways at the front steps of the school where fern's friends had migrated to.

"i'll see you later, yeah? i only have a half day today, so we could go to sifters before we go back to your house?" she asked, tucking her hands into the pockets of her blazer. noel reached out and straightened her tie which he'd knocked askew. "it's still okay for me to come round later, isn't it?"

"yeah. fuck, sorry." he rubbed a hand over his cheek and squinted. "all cool. r'liam's bringin' over some of his mates too i think."

"that's nice."

"no, it's not. they're all cunts." she smacked his arm.

"don't call them that. they're only twelve."

fern stood on her tiptoes to push a kiss against the corner of his mouth delicately. "bye." she whispered close to his ear before turning to join her friends, twisting around to wave at him as he walked out of the school grounds towards the grave yard of the local church as it was a shortcut to the high street.

the bell trilled loudly and students started to flood into the building, bags jolting people sideways and teachers standing in the doorways of classrooms ushering the crowds along to their form rooms. fern sat along the back row of her form room, eloise and chesc on either side. chesc was scribbling something down on a past physics exam rapidly (fern suspected this was her homework, as she often raced against the clock to complete it) while eloise was concentrating hard on something.

"say fernie, what's that on your neck?" instantly, fern shrank into her blazer as the people infront of her twisted round in their seats at the statement. she inwardly cringed and glared at eloise. "nothing." mercifully, their form tutor had walked into the room at that moment and began to take the register, drawing the attention on fern away from the rest of the class. when the bell rang, she grabbed eloise by her blazer and shoved her into the girls loo, chesc following closely. "how many times have i told you not to bring things like that up?"

for once, she actually looked guilty. "sorry," eloise mumbled, "just sort of slipped out."

"you know she doesn't like it when you draw attention to it." chesc pointed out, checking the time on her watch woefully. "but we can argue about this on the way to english else we're going to be late." she pulled at the pearls around her neck and leant on the door to the corridor, swinging it open. fern stalked away, eloise hot on her tails. "i'm sorry, alright. how many times do you want me to say it?"

"more than you have done, because you shouldn't have said it in the first place." she opened the door to their english classroom. thankfully, there was a seating plan and fern was on the other side of the room to eloise. she sat next to chesc, finishing off her physics homework behind her copy of 'the great gatsby'. chesc tapped the end of her pen against the desk and saw fern looking slightly down in her attitude but thought nothing of it.

fern and eloise were always having petty arguments and more often than not made up after an hour. if past experience was anything to go by, there was only half an hour left of their stalemate. and sure enough when the bell rang to signify the end of the lesson, the three of them were walking out with arms linked and laughing at each other before parting ways. english was the only lesson they had together, chesc dragging herself down towards the science block while fern and eloise split in the humanities department.

geography for eloise, history test for fern.

she got a dirty look from jessica as she sat down at her desk, drumming her nails against the test paper impatiently as she waited for mrs hillditch to tell them to begin. she'd revised. noel had tested her. she was ready, jessica didn't know anything different as she glanced around the room smugly. fern could get through this, she thought as she flipped it over to answer the first question and put pen to paper.

the nib of her pen flew across the page, handwriting turning flat as she sped up while time ticked down. eventually mrs hillditch called time and let them leave to go to break. fern met up with eloise who was waiting for her to get chesc from the canteen. break time passed and with it came looks from people who'd seen the hickey on her neck. her relationship with noel wasn't exactly a secret from the student-body of the sixth-form - how could it be when he waited for her by the gates and eloise shouted it to anyone who asked?

the rest of the day passed by quickly and soon enough lunchtime came rolling round, which meant fern could sign out early and leave to meet noel. she slung her bag onto the backseat of her car and drove out of the carpark, trundling along the roads into the centre of town. she'd seen him walk into a corner shop and decided to wait outside for him once she'd paid for a ticket. fern was sitting on the short wall and a low whistle was directed her way from a group of boys not much older than noel. "alrigh', love?"

she ignored them.

"could fit this little posh cunt in my pocket!" one of them laughed once they caught sight of the crest on her navy blazer. "come and 'ave a dance with me later love, if daddy'd let ye out past bedtime."

"oi! she's with me, now piss off before i fuckin' 'ave ya!" she heard noel shout as he approached her, cigarette dangling from where he'd clamped it between his teeth. he put his arm around her shoulder and directed the pair of them away towards sifter's record shop further down the high street.

they walked into the record shop and greeted mr sifter behind the till on a creaky chair, flicking through the crates of records and occasionally stopping to show the other something they'd found. fern and noel could spend hours in the shop without talking, just enjoying the company of each other while the needle was dropped on a spinning record a few times every hour. darkness had began to blanket the city by the time they left, fern's purse lighter than when she'd walked in. noel got into the passenger seat of her car while fern kicked the engine into gear and drove out of the car park.

"how'd the test go?" he asked eventually, as the streets got darker and the houses grew smaller.

"alright actually," she hummed, "i think i'll have done alright when we get them back. did you sign on again today?"

he hummed. "dad was there too. tried to get me to work with him, told 'im where he could stick it." they'd pulled up to the small council house as the digital clock on the dashboard ticked over to four o'clock. "c'mon. r'kid won't be back yet, might as well make good use of the time."

they were on each other as soon as noel had opened the door of the bedroom he shared with his brother. fern walked him backwards and pushed him to sit on his bed, sliding herself onto his lap as her legs wrapped around his waist. her hands wandered up and down his back, through his hair, pulled at his shirt to tug it off his wiry body. noel pulled himself away from where his chest was pushed against hers to start unbuttoning her shirt, moving it down her shoulders and spinning the pair of them round so she was lying on her back.

fern kicked off her shoes and held him close to her, smiling and moaning breathily into his ear as his lips clamped to her neck and his hands slid over the cups of her bra and worked down to her stomach. fern was oblivious to the bedroom door opening and the gaining in her and noel's company, until liam's high-pitched scream ripped through the room and he pushed his friends out of the room by the back of their heads.

"mam!" he wailed as he clattered down the stairs. noel grumbled and snatched his shirt up from where it had been abandoned on the floor. he pulled it over his head and handed fern her clothes. she left the top button undone and stuffed her tie into her school bag. they shuffled downstairs and hovered in the doorway of the kitchen as liam begged peggy for a bottle of bleach.

his friends, mitch and danny, were gawking up at her with flushed faces. noel reached around to clip them both on the ear and rounded his attention to liam. "stop makin' such a fuss, we weren't doin' nothing."

"bollocks you were!" he yelled, stilling only when fern placed a gente hand on his shoulder. liam liked her, don't get him wrong, there was just something about her that unnerved him. it could have been her different family background, but it was more likely that she actually chose to spend time with his cunt of a brother. "what were you going to do, liam? noel and i were going to go out and pick up dinner so you'll have a while."

and she was nice. too nice, if you asked him. "we were gonna play cards, but now we 'ave to burn our eyes out with mam's bleach." mitch laughed behind his sleeve. liam glared at him.

fern extracted her car keys from her bag left by the bottom of the stairs after bringing it down with her. peggy rifled through her purse and handed noel twenty quid for the fish and chips, along with their small order list. three mini fishes, two portions of scampi, six chicken nuggets for liam, three large portions of chips and a pot of curry sauce for fern.

liam began to complain again, "i want to go this week! noel goes all the time!" but floundered under peggy's gaze as she kissed noel on the cheek and told him to take his coat because it was getting colder outside. "your friends aren't here to sit around with your brother! you're staying and you'll be fine with it, or ye can wash up afterwards."

fern laughed noel out of the door and back into the car as danny extracted a pack of cards from the pocket of his trousers to liam's dismay. noel lit a cigarette as he sat in the car, window down slightly to let the smoke out at fern pulled out of the council estate and back into town. "chances of it being busy?"

"fuckin' astronomical. we'll be lucky to get in and out in half an hour." she parked on the side of the road, and the harsh glow of light flooding out of the front window of the fish and chip shop hit them right in the face, as did the smell of fat and a large queue of people.

they worked in a usual motion: join the end of the queue, shuffle forwards every few minutes, check watch, mumble something in the other's ear, read off order to the guy at the till, move to the side, look at watch again, greet someone they knew who'd walked in through the door, look hopeful at an order, whisper something again, step forwards to get the food, pay, and leave.

forty five minutes. they were back in the car by half five, back at noel's house for quarter to and sat down squashed all together at the table by six.

it was all very domestic, and noel felt his usually cold heart warm as he looked at fern joke with liam while holding a conversation with his mam at the same time. the phone rang at seven, it always did, audrey asking fern if she was staying over. "yeah, if that's alright with you and dad?" it was. he liked her parents, and they liked him. domestic. going places from hale, but staying in burnage at the same time.

they would make it work. fern had always tried, so noel thought he'd give it a punt too.

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kyberblade · 2 years

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Back To You (Din x Reader) - Part 12

A/N: Ahhhhhhh! It’s here! This took a total detour, and now we have yearning, feelings, thoughts…. So. Much. Fluff. Oh! And we have Mando’a again in this one. Lots of it. If she understands and/or says it, it’ll look like this. (Just italic.) (Which is all of it. I mean. What else is there to do on the Crest in downtime except learn Mando’a? I MEAN IN A T RATED FIC, GUYS, GEEZE! You are all heathens. JK. I love you all. Ahem. Back on topic.) The translations are at the end of the respective sentences in parentheses. We have a bit of show dialogue in this one. Also, once again, there is some lore in this that @writerlyhabits wrote in a fantastic short, and I loved it so much, I asked if I could use it.

(This takes place right where the other one left off and goes into the first part of episode 2x4/12, The Siege.)

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. Some light swearing. Space swearing, and a general sense of you’re going to scream at me, I know it.

Word count: 12,214

As always, thanks to @grippingbeskar for encouraging me, looking over this for me, and being the one to introduce me to Din fanfiction in the first place, getting me hooked. You are fantastic and I always love our chats.

Thank you to @deceiverofgodss who is the ruler of all Mando’a knowledge, showed me the error of my ways, and was kind enough to help me fix it. (Any errors remaining are my own. It’s tough, okay?)

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Xxx

Staring down at the blaster in your hands, you couldn’t help the small smile tugging its way up your cheek. Tracing the tips of your fingers softly over the fresh etching of a mudhorn near the bottom of the grip, right below where your thumb would rest when held properly, you tilted your head just slightly to get a different vantage point.

A small green hand tugged on one of your fingers, drawing your attention away and to the tiny green face staring at you from in your lap. “I’m sorry, little one. Have I not been paying enough attention to you?” You tucked the blaster away in your belt with one hand, bringing the other to cup the child’s face.

“You haven’t been devoting every second to him, so in his eyes, no,” Din mumbled from his spot in the pilot’s seat.

You chuckled. “Is that true?” You asked the kid, large innocent eyes simply blinking slowly as he stared up at you.

Scooping him up, you squished him into a hug, his tiny face near your neck. He screeched, pushing away from you, his tiny hands on your cheeks, his legs kicking in an effort to escape your grip.

“What? You wanted attention, ad’ika. I’m just trying to give it to you.” (“Little one.”)

The child grunted in frustration at you as he kept trying to scramble away, reaching toward a chuckling Din for rescue.

“Oh no. You got yourself into this. You figure it out,” Din said, holding his hands up in surrender.

The child huffed, looking back to you with a scowl before you finally let him drop to the cockpit floor with a chuckle.

“Go. Be free, my tiny frog obsessed friend.”

The child hopped up into his chair across from you and turned his back, staring out the viewport pointedly.

Laughing softly, you turned to Din. “Hey, what are we going to do about the puck?”

“What do you mean?”

“Is it safe for me to even leave the ship? I don’t want to cause-”

“You won’t,” he cut you off.

“Still,” you continued, “maybe I should try and conceal myself as best I can? Cover my face with my scarf, wear one of my new robes with the hood up, or something?”

“That wouldn’t do any good if someone has a tracker.”

“It would slow them down just enough that I could get to you in time.”

“What, then? We just take down everyone who has your fob?”

You looked out the viewport to your left, not really seeing any of it.

“Mesh’la….” Din tried, his tone apologetic.

“Is there a way to block the trackers?” You asked instead, turning back to him after a minute of silence. “Some sort of scrambler or something?”

Din sighed. “Hypothetically, I guess it could be done. But it would be-”

“Dangerous?”

“Complicated,” he finished. “It would include chain codes and signatures and…. I’m not even sure what all else.”

You let out a shaky sigh before looking back out the transparisteel to your left.

“Look, when we get there, I’ll talk to Karga. He used to be part of the guild, maybe he still is, I don’t know, but he gave out the fobs.” You turned to him with wide eyes. “It’s okay, he’ll help us. He’s a friend.”

“You trust him?” An alternative way of asking what you really wanted which was, “will I be safe?”

“With my life. And I have, literally, a few times. And the child’s.” He reached out and put a hand on your knee. “It’ll be okay.” His way of saying, “yes you’ll be safe.” His thumb traced the edge of your knee softly. “I would never do anything that I thought would put you in harm's way like that.”

“I know,” you mumbled, staring at the way his thumb wound back and forth over the thin material of your pants. The warmth of his grip bled through, despite the leather covering his hands, and you wanted to melt into it. “I know you.”

It had become your little secret exchange, meaning complete trust in the other no matter the situation.

“Then you know nothing bad is going to happen.”

“No, I know something bad is most likely going to happen.” Din let out a huff at your remark, making you smile. “But I also know it’s going to be okay.” He nodded once. “Somehow when you’re around it always is.”

“What can I say?” His tone was light and playful. “I’m just talented when it comes to saving your skin.”

“Mir’sheb.” (“Smartass.”)

Xxx

Nearing the gray and dreary planet, you eyed it skeptically through the viewport. Alarms kept going off every few seconds, Din flipping another series of switches, a few presses of some buttons, and they would turn off before the next one started sounding.

“Do you ever go anywhere green?”

Din chuckled. “I don’t choose where my friends live, mesh’la.”

“You may need some new friends, then. Not in place of these, in addition to.” Your eyebrows narrowed as you saw long lines of lava covering the surface of the planet like glowing strings cinching it tight.

“I have enough friends,” he grumbled.

“Name five.”

“You, the kid-”

You leveled a look on the back of his helmet where he sat in the pilot's chair. “We don’t count. People you don’t live with, Din. Non clan members.”

He sighed heavily. “Cara, Greef, Peli, Vanth, Bo-Ka-”

You snorted. “Bo-Katan is not your friend, don’t be ridiculous. You trusted her as much as I did, and I didn’t trust her as far as I could throw her.”

He turned to look at you over his shoulder, head tilted in curiosity. “Could you even throw her at all?”

You stared at him in silence for a long moment. “That’s the point, Din.”

“I know,” he sighed. “I didn’t…. Never mind.” He turned back to face the console.

The planet was looming closer, a large settlement coming into view, colorful awnings painting what must be a marketplace in vibrant shades of life.

“Get some friends from Naboo or Endor…. Somewhere I can wander and get lost between some trees. See plants everywhere you turn. Bugs, animals, clean air….”

“So my new hypothetical friends have to live somewhere you want to go?”

“You’re welcome to come with me, of course,” you teased.

The ship settled down with a soft thud, jerking side to side softly as the engines sputtered to stay on. Extra whirs and ticking sounds came from somewhere deep in the Crest as it wound down, having barely limped to Nevarro.

Following Din down the ladder to the main part of the ship, you grabbed the lighter of your capes to help conceal the saber, and yourself if needed, and threw it on. Walking over where Din stood by the lever for the ramp, you looked up at him and smiled softly before he could reach out and pull the lever. Taking his hand with yours for a quick moment, you gave it a tight squeeze before you let go, turning toward the ramp.

He stared at you for a moment longer before reaching out and pulling the lever, the ramp starting to lower before stopping abruptly with a jolt. Glancing back down at you, he saw a lopsided smirk climbing up your face.

“Stop it.” His tone was dry as he stared at you.

You turned to look at him, eyebrows narrowing in confusion, eyes wide. “I’m not doing anything!”

“You made your point, the ship is falling apart. Now let the ramp down.”

You chuckled softly, turning to fully face him, and he mirrored you. “Din, I swear on my blaster, I am not doing that!”

He continued to stare at you for a long moment before he decided on, “Swear on your saber.”

You met his gaze straight on, your expression falling flat. “Really?” When he didn’t answer, you rolled your eyes with a sigh. “Din, I swear on my saber that I am not doing that, your ship is just a hunk of junk held together with Mon Calamari twine and the promise of goodwill deep in her bones. She’s a force of nature that’s defying all the odds and not simply combusting when you jump to hyperspace. There is no need for me to do anything to help her prove that point any further. She does it just fine on her own.”

He didn’t say anything.

“Can we go now?” You gestured down the ramp, the child letting out a soft coo from his spot in Din’s arms as he looked up at his father figure.

Letting out a grunt after a loaded minute, he brushed past you gently, heading to the end of the ramp, and you chuckled softly, following after him.

When he got near the end, his visor surveyed the ramp frozen at an odd angle once again, shaking his head in disbelief before he hopped off the end with a grunt.

“Mando!” A loud voice boomed before you’d made it to the end of the ramp. “Looks like someone could use some repairs.”

Coming to the edge, you saw a woman with dark hair looking up at you with her eyebrows raised almost into her hairline, and a tall man beside her with a wide smile across his face aimed at Din and the child.

You heard someone clearing their throat, and your attention was pulled down to find Din extending his hand not holding the child up towards you to help you off the ramp.

Taking it, you sat on the edge with your legs dangling down before pushing off, squeezing his hand in yours like you had on the ship just before, and landing on the ground with a soft thud.

Keeping Din’s hand in yours, you turned to the two new faces to find them staring at you unabashedly. You smiled, nodding once in greeting.

“It also looks like you have some explaining to do,” the man added in a softer tone, one eyebrow cocking as his gaze moved from your joined hands and up to Din’s visor.

Giving your hand one firm squeeze before letting go, Din put his hand on your lower back and gently pushed you toward the man, introducing you. He trailed off after he said your name, looking at you pointedly. “This is Karga.”

Your eyes went wide as you looked back at the man shaking your hand, suddenly feeling a nervous sweat trickle down the back of your neck.

“You say it like I’m some villain,” Karga mused, chuckling softly.

“We just had three hunters with trackers for her try and make a hit on Arvala-7.”

All amusement fell off of Karga’s face, his hand dropping yours, moving to rest on his hip. “What did you do now, Mando? What are you mixed up in? You can’t just keep coming here with all of your-”

“Nothing!” Din cut in, agitated. “Nothing,” he hissed a bit softer before sighing. “It’s because of her connection to me. They trashed her apartment back on Coruscant and left threats saying ‘friend of the Mandalorian’ in Mando’a on something I gave her years ago. I think whoever issued the bounty is just trying to get to me and the kid, but hunters don’t know that and they…. They told me to just ‘leave the bitch’.”

Karga groaned softly, the woman at his side letting out a soft scoff of a laugh.

“I bet that didn’t go well for them, did it?” It was the first thing she had said, her expression amused as her gaze flitted between you and Din.

“I shot him shortly after, so no,” you said softly, eyes falling to the ground by her feet to study it intently.

“Well, good riddance!” Karga said, his voice relieved, his face matching as you met his gaze.

“But that was your first kill, wasn’t it?” The woman asked softly, your gaze tearing away from Karga and over to her’s, tears filling your eyes and causing your vision to blur as you nodded once in confirmation.

“This is Cara,” Din offered softly. His voice was much closer to you than he had been a moment ago. Looking up, you saw his helmet through the swirl of your tears as he stood right beside you. “If anyone is going to help us sort this out, it’s these two.” You blinked rapidly, hoping to clear your vision. “My friends.”

The way he tilted his head on the last word made you chuckle. “Yeah, okay, point made.” You swiped at the few tears that had rolled down your cheeks. “You’re relentless.”

“Only for something I think is worthwhile.”

The unspoken words hung in the air between you. Only for you.

Looking up, you were so close, it just seemed to…. Happen. His forehead came to rest against yours so softly, you barely felt it.

You held his gaze, his soft words swimming around your head in a loop until Karga let out a heavy sigh, drawing your attention back, Din pulling away with an almost imperceptible sigh through the vocoder, making you chuckle.

“How’s my credit around here?” Din asked, reaching out to grasp Karga’s arm in a friendly greeting.

“I think something can be arranged. Isn’t that right, Marshal?” He turned to Cara on the last word, almost saying it playfully.

“I’m sure we can work somethin’ out,” Cara said, smirking, looking between the two of you. The child cooed and she reached out to touch his head softly, smiling genuinely down at him.

“I’ll get my best people on it.” Turning, Karga called out to two mechanics working a few yards away. “Hey, fellas! Let’s fix this man’s ship! I want it as good as new.”

They nodded, answering in some language you didn’t recognize.

The child cooed again, pulling Karga’s attention back his way, his face melting into something affectionate, his voice along with it. “And you, come here, little one!” He chuckled softly, taking the child from Din’s arms. “Has Mando been taking good care of you, huh?” He looked at Din over the baby’s head. “Have you been takin’ good care o’ him?” The child gibbered at him, making you smile at the exchange. “Yeah? Yeah! He said ‘yeah’! Oh, yeah.” He chuckled, turning to walk towards the village, still conversing with the child, the child babbling right back. “Yes. Come on. Yeah. Yeah, look at you.”

Din and Cara exchanged an amused look before turning to follow after him, Din’s hand finding yours without a glance, pulling you along beside him, your cloak helping to cover the grip from prying eyes.

As you made your way through the main streets of the town, you realized you were under the colorful awnings you had seen from the air, and it was indeed teeming with life. New smells, sounds, and sights all around you, drawing your attention every which way. There was a clear threshold of the old town where the new more vibrant way of life was stepping off of the old crumbling walls.

One booth in particular caught your interest, and you took the few steps to close the distance between you and it, Din’s hand slipping out of yours with a slow reluctant drag as you pulled away. Before your hands could part completely, he snagged your pinky between his thumb and index finger, still hidden under the flow of your cloak.

Looking down where they hid under the material before glancing up at his helmet, you found him carrying on conversation with his friends as they all stood to the side of the road, seemingly oblivious to you if anyone just happened to glance this way fleetingly. But under your cloak his hand gave your finger a squeeze, making you remember what you were doing, eyes falling on the booth absently before smiling at the vendor and taking the first random thing you could get your hands on, your focus now entirely between his thumb and index finger.

Not even sure what you had bought, you stuffed it in the satchel meant for carrying the kid at some point and moved back toward the group with a smile, all of you moving forward again. You looked down at the ground when you saw Din’s visor turn your way in your peripherals, hoping your growing smile was less visible at this angle.

“Looks like you two have been busy.” Din turned back to his friends, his tone light and conversational.

Karga sighed. “I myself have been steeped in clerical work. Marshal Dune here is to be thanked for cleaning up the town.” He began to walk ahead of the group with the kid still in his arms, his steps purposeful as he wove his way through the crowd.

Cara hung back, looking at Din with a smirk. “Your ship‘s not lookin’ too good.”

Din took a heavy breath in, speaking as he let it out. “I had a run-in with the New Republic.”

Karga had suddenly rejoined the group. “They should leave the Outer Rim alone. If the Empire couldn’t settle it, what makes them think they can?” Stepping up to a doorway, he punched in a code. “Here we are.”

“I’m surprised to see this place is still standing.” Din’s voice seemed almost distant, in a memory, and you looked up at him with an arched brow.

“Wait till you see inside.” Cara walked backwards towards the doorway Karga disappeared through.

Pulling on Din’s hand that still held your pinky finger, you met the gaze of his visor as he turned to you. “I’m going to go get the supplies we need before we really get into anything here. Just some ration packets, and some other stuff. The usual.”

“Okay, I’ll go with you. Once we’re done here, we can-”

“No, Din. It’s fine. They need to show you something, and I’ll be fine. You’ve taught me how to defend myself, given me beskar and a sigil. Meh ibac shuk'yc, Ni liser ratiin pirimuu tracyn.” You grinned up at him, laughing softly when he let out a breath at your last words, his helmet tilting to the side just so. (“If that no work, I can always use fire.”)

“Ni shi copaani gar at cuyir morut'yc.” His voice was soft, one hand coming up to rest on your cheek before hesitating just shy of your skin, and falling to your upper arm instead. (“I just want you to be safe.”)

“Ni ganar ru'hibira ibic teh gar.” (“I have learned this from you.”)

“I’ll go with her,” Cara said, still standing at the doorway, watching quietly.

Din looked over his shoulder at her, and she shrugged, pushing off of the doorframe she was leaning on and walking toward the two of you.

“I’ll keep a lookout, and honestly, I have a few questions,” she grinned at you. “I can finally get some answers about the brute in beskar over here.” She jerked her head toward Din and winked at you, making you smile and Din groan.

“I don’t know,” he began reluctantly. “Mesh’la, if you wait-”

“If I wait, we will waste time. Cara knows where everything is, I can get done in half the time if she helps. I won’t tell her too much, don’t worry.” You winked at him, making Cara throw her head back and laugh at the exchange.

“Mir'sheb,” Din mumbled, squeezing your arm still in his grasp. (“Smartass.”)

“Shi par gar.” You tilted your head slightly as you looked up at Din, his weight shifting to one side before Cara finally pulled you two apart. (“Only for you.”)

“Okay, love birds, or whatever the hell this whole situation is, break it up. Let’s get moving. Come on.” She pulled you away by your upper arm, immediately starting in on the questions. “Was that Mando’a?”

“Elek.” (“Yes.”)

She hesitated. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Elek, ni jorhaa'i Mando'a.” (“Yes, I speak Mando'a.”)

She huffed. “No wonder you and Mando get along so well. Both so damn infuriating.”

Din’s laugh could be heard at your backs, making your smile grow.

“N'eparavu takisit.” (“I eat my insult.” (“l apologize.”))

She let out a groan, making you smile, as you walked up to the first booth side by side. Grabbing a few ration packets, you went to grab some credits from your belt, your cloak pulling away in the process, and your saber flashing in the sunlight for the briefest of moments.

Glancing up, you caught her gaze on yours, eyebrow cocked, smirk on her face before her eyes flitted back down. She eyed the saber on your hip for a long moment, gaze staying down until you left the booth and it finally lifted back up to yours. “And would you, by chance, be a Jedi?” She kept her voice low, and you were grateful, her eyes studying the ground in front of the two of you as you walked.

You smiled, her smirk infectious. “Bartender.”

Her eyes danced, lifting back up to yours, her smirk growing wider. “Even better.”

Chuckling, you turned to face forward again, looking at the various booths you passed by. “What was that building back there?”

She mirrored you, walking a few paces before pointing to a booth on the left and beginning to make her way over there. “It’s a school now. Used to be a bar that was the main hub for the guild here on the planet.”

You adjusted the strap of your satchel absently, your voice soft. “Oh. So that’s where it happened.”

Cara’s voice was equally as soft, her features looking at you with curiosity and also concern. “Where what happened?” She began to hand you a few fresh fruits from the booth, paying for them herself once she was done.

You looked up to meet her gaze confidently. “Where the three of you faced off against Gideon. And he….” You had to swallow, and take a deep breath before you could continue. “Where he almost died.”

Her expression turned comforting, a hand coming to rest on your upper arm in soft grip to match her tone. “How much has he told you?”

You smiled sadly, turning to begin down the road again. Stuffing the fruit in your satchel, you kept two of them out, handing one to her, which she took with a smile. “I’m sure not everything, but enough. He kept referring to it as an ‘incident’ until the seventh or eighth time when I finally said, ‘oh, shut up you overgrown tin can and tell me what really happened’, and he-”

Cara pulled you to a stop abruptly, making you grip the fruit in your hand a little harder than intended, and making dents in the soft flesh. “Wait. You called him an overgrown tin can?”

You examined the fruit. “….Yes?” Looking back up at her, you cocked an eyebrow in question.

She just smirked at you, her eyebrows raised in shock like when she had first seen you on the Crest. She let out a gentle chuckle, slightly shaking her head. “….And you’re still alive?”

You grinned, understanding what she meant. “I call him a lot of things.”

Her eyes were wide. “That’s….” She let out a loud breath through puffed out cheeks. “That’s just not the Mando I know.”

“How do you mean?” You tilted your head at her, bringing the fruit to your mouth to finally take a bite. It distracted you for a moment, it was so juicy and sweet and caught you off guard, making you roll your eyes and groan as you chewed. Shaking your head to clear the fruit induced haze, you focused your gaze back on her.

She just smiled knowingly. “Letting you call him anything other than Mando, teaching you Mando’a, telling you anything about himself….”

“He’s also teaching me a few other languages-” You examined the fruit, plotting where to take your next bite when she cut you off, drawing your attention away.

“Oh, he has it bad.” She was grinning like a fool.

You knit your eyebrows together in confusion, fruit forgotten. “What-”

She polished her fruit on the sleeve of her shirt, grinning as she spoke. “I thought his body language was enough of a tell earlier, helping you off the ship, leaning his head against yours, just being so close, but this all makes it so clear.”

“He’s a very giving person! I mean, look at this. He gave me this.” You fished the knife out of your belt, careful to not get any juice from the fruit still in your hand on it.

She hesitated, looking at you with eyebrows that didn’t really know which way they wanted to go. “A shitty knife?”

You chuckled. “No, that.” You pointed at the etching.

She narrowed her eyes, bringing the blade closer to her face. “He gave you…. His sigil? You’re a member of his clan?”

Taking the knife and carefully putting it away, you took out your blaster to show her its newest addition. “That’s what I thought it was originally, too, and yes, but, it’s also an ancient Mandalorian symbol of courting.”

Her eyes instantly flew off of the blaster she was studying and onto your face, her expression completely blank. “Of….”

You laughed again, taking the blaster gingerly from her hands and reholstering it. “Yeah, I know. Threw me for a loop, too. Took him days to admit it.”

“You love him.” Her tone was soft, and she smiled fondly.

Studying her face for a moment, your own smile growing steadily, you nodded once before studying the fruit in your hand once again. “Yeah I think I do. I think I have for a while now.”

“How long?”

You thought for a minute, idly fiddling with the fruit in your hands, and smiling again when you realized. “Since he first started coming into my bar every few months if I was lucky, and calling me mesh’la.”

She pulled on your arm gently, both of you moving to the next booth slowly. “He called you that earlier. What does it mean?”

You hesitated, wincing when you realized you should have seen it sooner. “….Beautiful.”

“Oh, you have it bad.” She threw her head back and barked out a laugh.

“A drunk patron was trying his luck with me, and Din started teasing me with it-”

“Mesh’la.”

You scrunched up your nose in distaste at the sound of the word coming from her mouth. “It doesn’t sound the same when you say it.”

She grinned. “Because I’m not a giant shiny man cloaked in mystery and shrouded in secrets. You have a type.”

You felt defensive all of a sudden, but couldn't stop smiling as you jumped in. “He’s a good man. Caring, helpful, protective, smart…. Funny….”

She matched your dreamy tone. “Calls you mesh’la….”

“You’re really intent to ruin that for me, aren’t you?” You turned to her with a grimace, tilting your head at her as she laughed at your expression.

“No! No, I’m just teasing.” Stopping at the last booth you needed, she spoke softly as you gathered the last few things you needed for the Crest. “I’m happy for you, both of you. He deserves some happiness and normalcy in his life. If he’s found that with you, then I’m happy for him.”

Pausing in your item search, you turned your head to look at her, smiling softly to match her own. “Thank you.”

She nodded. “But can I just say?” You sighed, rolling your eyes as you went back to paying for your stuff, and she chuckled. “I think you two need to sit down and have a real discussion about this? Because you both are so obviously over the moon for each other, it’s disgusting, and I think it would go a long way if all that got out in the open.”

You nodded, turning to look at her. “You might be right.”

She sighed. “Got everything?” Finally biting into her fruit, she reacted much the same way you did.

“Almost. I just remembered I wanted to get a holopad so I can do some research, and possibly to help with repairs on the Crest. Maybe a comm unit so I have the option to stay in contact with Mando if necessary. Is that something I can find here?”

She grinned at you triumphantly. “Until recently, I would have said no, but there’s a new Marshal in town, and she’s been working to get everyone access to stuff like that. I’ll see what I can do.”

“She sounds amazing,” you teased.

“I’ll pass it on.” She winked at you. “Whatever I end up with, it’s free of charge.”

“No,” you began to protest, reaching for your bag of credits, her hand on yours stopping you. “No, Cara. That’s not fair. It’s the most expensive thing on my list. Both of them are. You have to-”

“I don’t have to do anything,” she grinned at you, softly pulling your hand away from your credit bag. “Consider it a gift for making the grumpiest man I know in the galaxy happy.”

“Who is she making happy now?” The modulated voice at your back made your stomach do silly things, and you turned quickly to face the T visor already fixed on you.

“Oh, this giant grumpy tin can I know,” Cara teased, her eyes flitting to yours, narrowed as if to say, watch.

“What did you just call me?” Din’s voice was low, his head tilted forward just slightly as his visor zeroed in on Cara.

Quickly reaching out and taking his hand in your own, you drew his focus back to you. “Nothing. She’s just teasing. I told her about the time I had you explain the incident and all she heard was my nickname for you, that’s all.”

“I told you he’d wanna kill me,” Cara mused smugly, walking over to stand beside Karga who looked on with a broad grin. She tossed her fruit in a trash bin nearby, before turning to Karga. “Come on. Let’s give them a minute to settle in and breathe before we start in on business. Drop their stuff by the ship then come meet us at the office.”

“But we-”

“Come on,” she hissed through clenched teeth, cutting Karga off and pulling him along back down the street, giving you a pointed look before she was out of sight.

“What was that about?” Din looked down at you, his head tilting in that way that always made you smile.

“I don’t know. She said a lot while we were walking. Let’s go drop the stuff off at the ship. Maybe I’ll remember on the way.”

“She said a lot, huh?”

You laughed. “Yeah. She wanted to know what mesh’la meant.”

“You didn’t tell her, did you?” His voice was tight, concerned.

“Yeah, why?”

He groaned, a hand coming to pull down the front of his helmet in exasperation. “She’s never gonna let me hear the end of it.”

You laughed again, this time a little louder. “She is convinced we have it bad for each other, and that that mesh’la was the secret start of it all.”

“Secret start?”

“Yeah. She thinks you didn’t just say it to tease me because of that drunk Twi'lek-”

“Well, she’s right. I didn’t.”

You swallowed, your voice coming out small. “You didn’t?”

“Well, it was the first time, but I’d been thinking it for weeks already, just…. Couldn’t…. Say it. Then once I had I just…. Couldn’t… Stop.”

Pulling him to an abrupt stop with your hand on his bicep, you turned to face him as he did the same. Looking up into his visor, you found yourself wishing not for the first time you could see his eyes. Not just to see them, but so they could see yours, without a filter, not in black and white, and see how truly and deeply you meant what you said and how you felt.

“That’s not fair, Din,” you said barely above a whisper, people walking around the two of you as you stood in the middle of the street.

“Oh, I think it’s entirely fair, mesh’la.” His voice was low, almost playful, and a shiver ran down your spine at the implication.

“You can’t just…. Say that’s what you were saying all this time.” You stared at his beskar covered chest, looking for the right words.

“Why?” His weight shifted and his helmet tilted and you wanted to scream at how casually he was playing this.

Glaring up at his visor, he chuckled softly at your reaction. Speaking lowly, hissing the words through clenched teeth, you leaned up on your tiptoes to get closer to his face. “Because, you overgrown tin can, I-”

Suddenly you were being pulled into a nearby alley, pushed softly up against the wall, and Din was crowding your space like he had in those last few moments on Arvala-7. Looking up with wide eyes, you saw yourself reflected in his visor only inches from your face, the rest of his body pressing into yours, the hard edges of his beskar trying to mold along your softer lines.

“Continue,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible.

Your mind spun for a moment as your hands reached up and wound into his cowl of their own accord like they always did, gripping it tight and pulling him closer as he let out a soft groan at the movement. You faintly registered he’d made you drop your fruit in the dash to the alley, but you didn’t really care right now.

“Um,” you began, licking your lips and trying to think while your mind felt weighed down like you imagine spice would make you feel.

He took in a sharp breath at the motion, groaning softly when you shifted your weight slightly, his head tilting back just enough that you could see a small patch of bare skin.

You had one mission, your thoughts suddenly crystal clear, and you pressed up on your tiptoes once again, placing your mouth just shy of the patch of skin and letting out a shaky breath. “Are you asking me,” you spoke lowly and slowly, making sure your breath hit his skin just right, your lips just barely grazing his neck if you moved the right way. “Are you asking me to continue calling you an overgrown tin can?”

He shuddered at the feel of your breath on his pulse, and you smirked.

“Because, if that’s the case,” you sighed, making sure every bit of the breath hit his skin, and smiled even broader when his weight melted further into you. “There are plenty of other things I can call you.”

“That’s not fair,” he said in a low, gravely voice, mimicking your words.

“Oh, I think it’s entirely fair, cyar'ika.” You mimicked his response back to him, changing the endearment, and his sigh seemed to indicate he approved.

His forehead came to meet yours with a soft thunk, making you laugh softly as he continued to melt into you against the wall. This hardened warrior clad in the toughest metal in the galaxy was turning to putty in your hands at some simple words. The back of your head lightly landed against the wall at your back as he continued to lean into you, every part of him trying to crawl into every part of you.

“Gar cuyi ner aliit. Ni kar'tayli darasuum gar. Gar cuyi ner mir'sheb bal gar utreekov kar'tayli darasuum gar, cyar’ika.” His voice was low and sounded like he was drunk or sleep deprived, every word a little lazy as it rolled off his tongue.

Your breath caught in your chest. “That’s what you said on the ship the first time I asked you to teach me Mando’a.” He nodded against your forehead, making you grin. “That’s a low blow, Din, I still don’t know what it me-”

“You are my family.” He spoke clearly, all trace of laziness leaving his voice.

You looked up into his visor through your lashes, and somehow you knew he was holding your gaze, too.

“I love you.”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. It was like gravity had decided to punch every ounce of oxygen from your lungs and refuse entry to any more. You simply blinked up at him, once. Twice. Three times before your mouth snapped shut and you swallowed roughly, trying to make your brain work again.

“You are my smartass, and your idiot loves you, darling.”

You couldn’t help the soft laugh that tumbled out of your throat and past your lips, into the scarce space between you. It seemed to bounce off his beskar and vibrate back into your chest, leaving a warm, fuzzy feeling.

Bringing your hands up to rest on either side of his helmet where his cheeks would be, you held his gaze with the biggest smile you’d ever felt on your face. His hands had come to sit on your waist, his thumbs tracing lazy lines against the curve of your hips, leaving sparks in their wake each time.

Voice barely above a whisper, you just managed to get one thing out. “Bal gar mir'sheb kar'tayli darasuum gar.” (“And your smartass loves you.”)

He chuckled softly, helmet falling to rest on your shoulder as it rocked gently side to side in disbelief. “I was waiting to tell you. I wanted…. I wanted it to be just right, and the time was never….” He lifted his head back up just enough to look at you. “We have really weird lives.”

You laughed softly as his head came back to rest on your shoulder again, one of your hands coming up to the back of his neck, lightly threading your fingers through the ends of his hair that stuck out of his helmet at the nape of his neck.

He groaned, the rest of him going as still as a statue. “If you keep doing that, we’re never going to leave this alley,” he all but grumbled into your shoulder, making you snicker.

Moving your hand down to simply cradle his neck, you turned your face towards him, ducking your head slightly to try and catch his eye. “You’re right. We need to go to the ship, then go back to see your friends. They said they had some business involving you-”

“No, forget that. Let’s go get the kid and go somewhere nice and warm. Somewhere green. That’s what you said, wasn’t it?” His tone was once again lazy, and you couldn’t help but grin at his antics.

“Din, they are your friends. Come on.” He groaned as he finally stood up, not quite removing his weight off of you. “Speaking of, where is the kid?”

“Karga talked me into leaving him at the school while we went to his office, then we got sidetracked when we ran into you.”

“Sidetracked, huh?” You said smugly, one eyebrow quirked.

“Yeah,” his tone was almost shy, making your seemingly permanent smile grow a little more at the rare sight.

“Well, come on, then. You made me drop my fruit when you manhandled me back here-”

“I did not man-”

“So,” you continued as if he didn’t say anything, earning a sigh of frustration. “We’re going to go back to the booth and get a replacement because it was really good, and then we need to go drop everything off at the ship, then we go back and see what your friends need.”

“Our friends.”

You stopped, turning to look at him behind you. “What?”

“They both really like you. Karga wouldn’t stop chewing my ear off about you the whole way back here from the school, and you only said about five words to him.”

“Really?”

“Cara obviously likes you, too. Ganged up on me, and everything,” he grumbled, turning his head to look at nothing in particular before looking back at you. “I told you they would help.”

You rolled your eyes. “Kriff. You talk too much when you’re happy. Come on.”

He scoffed. “Excuse me?”

You began to walk toward the fruit stand, turning when you didn’t hear his tell tale jingle behind you and finding him with his hands on his hips as he stared at you, standing in the mouth of the alley.

“Who said I was happy?”

It was your turn to scoff, your own hands going to your hips as you stared him down. “Oh really? Fine. You wanna play that way?” You closed the few feet between you, leaning in and saying in a low voice, “I can play. So you're saying that when I did this….” One of your hands went around the back of his neck, fingers lightly tugging on that tuft of hair, making his breath stutter. “Or this….” Pressing onto your tiptoes you leaned into the front of his neck, letting your breath warm his pulse point once again, his breathing becoming labored. “Or this….” Your free hand wound up into his cowl and pulled him impossibly closer, his breathing stopping altogether.

You smirked, your eyes cast down towards his chest as his head leaned in towards yours. “You’re telling me none of that made you happy?”

“Ni cuyi gar utreekov, partayli?” His voice was low and almost sounded pained. (“I am your idiot, remember?”)

“Ni kar'tayli. Ni kar'tayli gar. Gar cuyi ner kar'ta, partayli?” You whispered, your heads finally resting against one another. (“I know. I know you. You are my heart, remember?”)

“Shi par gar.” He whispered back. (“Only for you.”)

“Um, excuse me?”

Din immediately pulled his blaster and aimed it at the new mechanical voice, your own arm pointing at the sound with your vambrace ready, both weapons charging up as the droid jumped slightly and took a few small steps back.

“Oh. So sorry. I- Mashal Cara Dune has sent me with the items you requested.” Holding out a bag with a jerky movement, the humanoid droid looked between the two of you, waiting for a response.

Sighing, you disengaged your vambrace, reaching over and pushing Din’s blaster down slowly, ignoring his slight head tilt in question. Easing his weight off of you, you closed the small space between you and the droid, taking the small bag with a smile. “Thank you.”

“What items?” Din asked, holstering his blaster as he peeked over your shoulder.

Looking in the bag, you pointed at each item. “A holopad to help on the ship and for research, a comm so we can keep in contact if we need to split up, and…. Wait, that's all I asked for, what’s….” You rolled your eyes, reaching into the bag and withdrawing a piece of fruit like you had dropped.

“She says she hopes you enjoy the replacement,” the droid said politely, bowing its head and shoulders forward slightly before turning and leaving as quickly as it came.

“She’s something else,” you chuckled, shaking your head before you bit into the fruit, having the same reaction again with your eyes fluttering shut and a soft groan passing your lips. “You have to try this.”

He watched you for a long moment, until your eyes narrowed under his studious gaze, your eyebrow cocking. “What?”

He cleared his throat. “When we get to the ship, and we can get some privacy, I’d love to try one. You’ve already piqued my interest.”

“How do you-”

He began dragging you back down the street by your wrist in a light grip, headed toward the ship.

“If you moaned any louder while you ate that damn fruit, I might have started to get jealous.”

Blinking for a few seconds, you finally processed what he had said, throwing your head back and laughing as he continued to pull you toward the Crest.

“Sorry. I’ll keep that in mind next time. Try to keep it down.”

He stopped suddenly, rounding on you, his helmet inches from your face.

“Don’t you dare,” he said lowly. He took a deep breath, letting it out before adding on, “I just hope that someday it’s not just fruit that gets that reaction.”

You blinked up at him rapidly, your breath stuck in your chest before a soft moan bubbled up and out.

A breathy chuckle passed through the modulator. “I can work with that.”

The rest of the way back to the ship, you tried to ignore the warmth of his gloved grasp around your wrist. The way sparks shot up your arm at any point of contact. The way it stirred something to life deep in your gut that felt like it was trying to escape out of your throat on something stupid like a breathy giggle for no reason at all.

You stared at his grip around your arm, his hands so much bigger than any part of you, encompassing your wrist easily with extra to spare. It made you feel warm, feel safe, like nothing bad in the world could touch you, so long as he was nearby, and you could do absolutely anything as long as his hand stayed right where it was, or at least touching you in some way.

It wasn’t the Force, though you felt that flowing freely between the two of you, and circling around you like a protective shield. It was a force all its own, something strong and true, more resilient than even the most raw connection to everything around you. You’d never quite felt it before, and now that you had, you wanted to feel nothing else for the rest of time.

Dawning on you, something you’d thought a hundred times before, but now had an entirely new meaning, you looked up at the back of his helmet and smiled as he continued to guide you back to the ship now only yards away. This is home. It’s not a place, or a structure, or even just shelter on the road. It’s a person, multiple persons, coming into your life and painting the dull gray walls a vibrant shade that only they can. Leaving an indelible mark on you for the rest of your life.

Seeing their smile, hearing their laugh, it only adds another coat, making it brighter than before, more spacious and warm. A place you can retreat to when things threaten to knock down your perfect structure.

And this man in front of you made the most beautiful colors for you, spreading them on every surface he could touch, physically and mentally. Now every time you looked at your hands, you didn’t see wear, you saw his giant fingers hovering just out of reach, waiting for yours to slip into his before he whisked you off to the next adventure. And sometimes that adventure was simply holding his hand until the next crazy thing happened. Just sitting in the silence between moments, knowing the other was there.

You’d never seen his smile, but you’d heard it. And it sounded beautiful.

You’d tried to ignore it, until you realized…. You didn’t have to anymore.

Smiling, you opened your mouth to say as much, but stopped when you spotted the two mechanics working on the outside of the ship. Nodding to them politely, they returned the gesture before resuming their work. One of them made you narrow your eyes at him as you walked up the ramp into the Crest. Something just felt…. Off.

You tried to look at the parts in his hand, but when he glanced up and saw you were looking, he startled ever so slightly, fumbling what was in his hands and concealing it from you as he pretended to focus on the open panel in front of him.

“Well, the ship is looking better already,” Din said, turning in a small circle once he stepped inside off the ramp. “Still needs work, but it’s coming along.”

Leaning on the frame of the opening, arms across your chest, you watched the mechanic go back to whatever was in his hand, fumbling with it inside the panel.

“Yeah. It’s looking great,” you said absently, keeping your voice low so you didn’t alert the mechanic or Din that you were suspicious of anything.

Whatever he was doing, it looked over complicated, and you just decided to go back and fix it later.

You heard a hiss from Din’s helmet over in a corner and a quiet moan as he took a bite of the fruit, making you smile. “I told you.” You stood guard at the door so neither mechanic could come and accidentally see him with his helmet tilted back.

“That’s probably one of the best things I’ve ever tasted,” he mumbled, another soft groan falling shortly after, making you chuckle softly.

“You should savor it, then. Eat it slowly.”

“Too late,” his modulated voice came through close behind you as he chucked what was left of the fruit out across the barren surface of the planet. “That thing never stood a chance.”

“Did you just litter?” You asked in mock shock.

He stared at you for a long moment before pointing out towards where the fruit had landed. “You see that out there? That’s lava. It’s gonna disintegrate.” His voice was droll, making you roll your eyes.

Removing the satchel of items from its place on your shoulder, you set it on some boxes by the refresher door. “I’ll put it away later. Cara and Karga are waiting for us. Let’s head back.”

“Are you sure?” He began to crowd your space again, backing you into the wall right behind you.

“Din,” you hissed, looking at his chest as you tried not to smile, lightly pushing against his armor even though you both knew it was futile.

“We could stay here until the repairs are done, lay low….” His voice was lowering with each statement, now just a low rumble as he tilted his head and looked down at you, his face only inches away from your own.

“They would find us in a heartbeat, Din,” you scoffed. “And you call yourself a hunter.”

He grunted at the slight, making sure to lightly poke you where he knew it would tickle, making you go still instantly, wide eyes on his visor. “We could still go grab the kid and leave now…. Go somewhere green…. And warm…. Anywhere you want to go.”

Your arms found their way up around his neck, pulling him even closer still as you finally let the smile win. “And what about the rest of the repairs?”

“I recently taught someone how to do minor repair work, and she seems to be doing an amazing job so far….”

You let out a huff. “Oh, really?”

“Mmm-hmm,” he hummed, his beskar vibrating against your chest with the sound.

“Then you should tell her that she’s doing a good job.” You smiled coyly, hand finding that tuft of hair at the nape of his neck and dusting the tips of your fingers through it.

“She knows,” he all but groaned out, head falling against yours like before with a soft thunk.

“Is that what you were trying to say the other day when you grumbled about what I did under the console in the cockpit? Because that sounded a lot like complaining.”

He grunted in response, making you chuckle.

“Hey, now, don’t start speaking Tusken to me, Din. We don’t have time to dive into that.”

He shook his head gently as it rested against yours.

“Gar cuvi ori'atin,” he grumbled. (“You are very stubborn.”)

“Shi par gar,” you whispered. (“Only for you.”)

You both laughed softly, enjoying the small moment of just one another and a peaceful breath. Pushing his head back just enough that you could look up and meet the T of his visor, you smiled up at him, opening your mouth to say something when a throat being cleared cut you off.

Din’s body went rigid then collapsed against you further with a sigh. “Karga,” he mumbled almost bitterly.

“Yes. It’s me. The person waiting for you patiently back at my office. While you’re here…. Doing….. This.”

Tucking your face into Din’s cowl, you snorted out a laugh, trying to hide your snickers at his tone while Din just groaned at his friend.

“Did I invite you aboard my ship? No. In fact, last time you were on my ship, I shot you.” Din pushed off the wall behind you, turning to face Karga slowly where he stood at the top of the ramp.

“Come now, Mando. Those were different times!” He chuckled nervously, his hands held out beside him.

“But I haven’t changed much,” Din muttered almost under his breath, slowly closing the distance between them.

“I told you not to interrupt them,” Cara’s voice sounded from the bottom of the ramp, both men turning their heads to look at her.

You took the few steps to the top of the ramp, standing between the two men and looked down at Cara, hands on your hips. “Smart woman,” you teased. Looking to each man over one of your shoulders than the other, you looked back forward down the ramp. “Well.” You clapped your hands together in front of you once to break the tension. “Let’s get to this office, shall we?” You looked at Karga pointedly.

“I will if he will,” Karga nodded his head toward Din as he all but mumbled his agreement.

Din sighed. “Just go already. We’ll be right behind you.” He gestured down the ramp with one arm before it went back to rest on his hip.

Karga looked over his shoulder every few steps to make sure you were actually coming.

Din turned to you at the top of the ramp before either of you could take a step, sighing. “Well, I guess we don’t get to make a grand escape like we were talking about.”

“Like you were talking about,” you clarified, making him huff. “At least not this time,” you added, making his breath hitch for just a moment. “Anywhere I want to go….” You began as you started down the ramp, watching him over your shoulder with a smirk. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

Turning forward to go the rest of the way down the ramp, you barely just heard his low reply before his footsteps followed after you.

“I hope that you do.”

Xxx

Din POV

He couldn’t get enough.

The moment had come, and it had all just come out, he couldn’t stop it. It was like some obnoxious string pulling it out of him before he knew what he was saying. But as soon as the first word was out…. He couldn’t say the rest fast enough.

Couldn’t say it sincerely enough. The depth he wanted, the truth beneath his words, it all seemed to fall flat, and yet…. Yet it sat so utterly right once it hit the air.

He’d sworn the creed, dedicating his life to The Way, recited the rules time and time again, and even that paled in comparison in his mind to this.

He’d always been a man of few words, whether that came from being alone for so long or was just another part of him was hard to tell now, even for him. He only spoke to bounties to intimidate and direct, almost never more than that. If he did, it was one word answers or a simple grunt in response. Usually he let the carbonite chamber do the talking for him, leaving him in blissful silence once again.

But then he found himself in a bar on the lower levels of Coruscant, finally finding the courage to say a simple hello to a bartender, who smiled as she said it back. He could go on and on that he was simply reserved because of what he witnessed in the alley weeks prior, how you don’t just jump into conversation with someone who lobs a lit bottle of alcohol across the street on accident, but that would all be lies.

That was something else he didn’t often do, Din wasn’t one to tell lies. There was no need. Yes, he was a bounty hunter. No, he wouldn’t just kill you for sitting next to him on the random planet of the week. Yes, he was with the guild, had a fob, had killed someone, the list went on and on, but each was a singular truth.

Until he found himself trying to explain to himself how he felt about you.

Oh, the lies he’d told, each one ridiculous and stupid, things he didn’t even believe as he was saying them, but he stood by them long enough to let them get in the way.

I travel too much.

You’re reading too much into things.

There’s no way she doesn’t smile like that at everyone.

Then one day, an over eager drunk Twi’lek said something stupid to you while he was there. Complimented your eyes, among other things, slurred with whiffs of spotchka vapor following after each kind word. You’d mumbled something behind a polite grin, along the lines of, “Don’t let my boyfriend hear you say that.” And Din’s heart had sunk.

He’d waited too long. Of course he had. You had-

He caught your pleading gaze as you wiped down a cup behind the bar, the Twi’lek leaning in much too close over the counter between you, slurring questions about this supposed significant other.

Getting to his feet silently, he went to the Twi’lek just a few feet away, standing beside him and leaning one arm on the bar. “You need to back away.”

Turning to look at the newcomer, the Twi’s face was hard set but it quickly melted when he had to tilt his head back to be able to look Din in the face. Standing to his full height, chest puffed out as he swayed a little bit, the Twi’lek did his best to seem bigger than he was. Din also rose off the bar, but felt no need to try and intimidate the other man several inches shorter than him.

“And who are you?” The Twi got out surprisingly clearly.

“Does it matter? You need to back off.”

The Twi scoffed, laughing softly before turning back to face the girl behind the bar with a salacious grin. “Excuse me, but you’re interrupting things between me and my girl, so-”

Before he could think, Din had reached out and grabbed the man’s upper arm in a tight grip, smirking at his wince in pain. “I said….” He lowered his head just enough for emphasis. “You need to back off.”

“And I said, who are you?” The Twi hissed through clenched teeth.

“I’m-”

“He’s the boyfriend,” you said smugly from behind the bar, smirking, lazily drying another glass.

Din froze, but quickly shook it off, tilting his head menacingly at the Twi’lek in his grip. The man had the decency to swallow roughly, cowering back as he fumbled over words of apology, lame gestures with his hands pulling his arm from Din’s grip roughly before he just turned and ran.

“You didn’t close your tab….” You called after him. “Asshole,” you added on a mumble, making Din chuckle as he turned to face you, leaning on his elbows on the bar.

“So I’m the-”

“Sorry.” You paused drying the cup, screwing your eyes shut. Opening them again, you narrowed your eyebrows. “He just wouldn’t take a hint.” You smiled kindly at him. “Tell you what, I owe you. The rest of tonight is on me, whatever you want.”

“Well, in the interest of keeping with the theme…. How about a spotchka, mesh’la?”

You scrunched your nose up at him in question as you began to pour the drink. “What does that mean?” You slid the small glass over to him.

“Beautiful.” He slid the cup back over to you, laughing softly when you tilted your head in question. “You need a drink after…. All that,” he gestured vaguely towards the front door where the creep had vanished, making you chuckle. “And I need to keep my wits about me in case anyone else feels brave tonight.” He sat back in the stool with a loud, dramatic sigh.

Tossing your head back and laughing, you gently shook it in disbelief at him before taking the shot quickly and leaning on the bar so your faces were only inches apart, lowering your voice. “Well, I’ll tell you, if you just stay right there and keep me company, I’m pretty sure nobody would be stupid enough to try anything again. ….I would hope.”

He laughed softly, something he hadn’t done in a long time, and he enjoyed the way it rolled out of his chest and off his limbs. He really should do it more often. “Well, let’s give them something to talk about, then.”

The nickname had just come out. It was meant to be teasing, but unlike everything else, it was the first thing of truth he’d allowed himself concerning you, and that brought the rest of the walls down. He found himself smiling more, laughing, and just relaxing for the first time in years. And oddest of all, at least to him, he found himself talking. About himself. Willingly. To another human being. For hours.

He walked away from the bar at sunrise the following day, hours after closing, having spent the wee hours of the night with you as you cleaned ‘for extra security’ he’d joked. That bled into him on one side of the bar, you on the other, both leaning forward on your elbows and talking enthusiastically about anything and everything. He shared his creed, and without being asked you’d turned around after pouring two shots of spotchka and swiping your own, downing it with your back to him and shuddering as it burned down your throat.

He’d stared for a moment, glass held halfway to his lips, watching as you fiddled with the wall of bottles mindlessly, waiting patiently for him to be done so you could turn back around. No rush, no pressure, just a part of his life now a part of yours.

He never really cared for spotchka much before, but after that night, it held a certain…. Edge over other drinks in his mind. He couldn’t drink it without smirking.

And now that everything had caught up with him, his words spilling out and covering you both with a sense of calm that came only from knowing something true deep in your bones. Now….

He’d always been one for space, privacy, the Crest his personal haven away from anything and everything. But now….

Now he looked at you, standing in the middle of the street, and he feels that smirk he gets from drinking spotchka climbing his face, and he can’t help but grab you and pull you with him into somewhere more private. You give him a certain…. Edge nothing else ever has.

He doesn’t want personal space. He doesn’t want anything that doesn’t involve being near you in some way. The thought physically makes him break out into a cold sweat. All it had taken were a few moments on Arvala-7, a few stolen touches and longing glances, and he couldn’t stop.

You made him feel like everyone said spotchka was supposed to. His head spun, his thoughts clouded over, but only because of how high he felt like he was floating. His stomach refused to stand still alongside him. His hands began to sweat, he couldn’t stop smiling, and everything from head to toe began to hum.

But there was a stillness in it all, a calm he’d never felt before that gave him a clarity he only ever had while hunting. You helped him focus, helped him breathe in the midst of chaos.

He understood now how people got addicted to spice. If it was anything like this, he didn’t blame them. There was a certain thrum through his veins he didn’t want to ever leave.

You made things bearable. Made so many things actually enjoyable.

And that was why when Karga had cleared his throat somewhere behind him while the two of you enjoyed a moment on the Crest, there wasn’t an instant repeat of the last time he’d caught the man on his ship uninvited.

His irritation was instantly soothed when he looked down to find you tucked into his cowl, snorting out laughter at the absurd situation.

He smirked, feeling an edge as he straightened up, turning to face his friend.

The rest of the exchange blurred in his memory, the next important thing being you walking down the ramp, looking at him over your shoulder with a mischievous smirk.

“Anywhere I want to go….” You began as you started down the ramp. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

Turning forward to continue down the ramp, you barely made it a few steps before he mumbled his reply, his footsteps following after you.

He meant it. He wanted to go anywhere with you, so long as you’d stay beside him, and help him face wherever it was…. Tome. (“Together.”)

“I hope that you do.”

Xxx

Normal POV

Rounding the corner into the office, you heard a dry, sarcastic voice start into a conversation as soon as Karga was over the threshold.

“There’s no registration on the ship, but I’m pretty sure it belongs….”

The Mythrol sitting behind a desk faded off with wide eyes when he looked up and saw Din.

“I believe you two have met.” Karga’s tone was droll, his eyes almost rolling at the exchange, glancing at Din pointedly.

A puff of vapor shot out with a hiss around the Mythrol’s neck in a cloud that quickly dissipated, his large eyes locked on to the Mandalorian as the warrior came to a stop in front of him. You looked on in amusement, trying unsuccessfully to hide the quickly rising upturn of your cheek.

Din nodded, staring the poor blue man down. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

A gulp was his response, before a wry, somewhat shaky, “Right back at ya.”

Unable to contain your soft snort of laughter any longer, you quickly tried to cover it behind your hand, arching an eyebrow at Karga as he looked to you in amusement. A broad smile came across his face before his features schooled once again into something more official in nature.

“Mythrol here’s taken care of my books since he was a pollywog. But then he disappeared one day after a bit of ‘creative accounting’.”

Both of your eyebrows shot up in understanding before your gaze shifted back to the bright blue man behind the desk expectantly.

He chuckled softly, nervously. “Magistrate Karga was generous enough to let me work off my debt. Thank you, by the way.” He added the end almost as an afterthought, making you shake your head gently at his antics.

Karga smirked. “Three hundred and fifty years, but who’s counting?”

“Well, if he runs off on you again, let me know.” Din hadn’t looked away from him once in this whole exchange, and you almost felt sorry for the man. That visor could be intimidating.

Mythrol let out a huff. “Let me assure you, I do not wanna spend any more time in carbonite. Still can’t see outta my left eye.”

You’d seen the carbonite chamber on the ship, and Din had told you stories, but it was different to hear a first hand account of it. A light shiver rolled down your spine at the thought. Cara, standing behind you since you all walked in, must have noticed, and she tried to change the subject.

“So. You got my delivery?” Her tone was dripping with things unsaid, her gaze holding yours as she made her way over behind another desk on the other side of the room.

“Yes, thank you,” you said quietly, matching her stare ounce for ounce, the intensity of it far outweighed either of your tones.

She smirked at you as you walked past her. “How was the fruit?”

“Just fine, thank you,” you mumbled, ignoring her snicker at your back as you continued around the table.

“Best thing I’ve ever tasted,” Din mumbled as he rounded around beside you, making Cara’s laughter stop short, her eyes narrowing as she studied the two of you suspiciously.

“Okay, I know what I meant, but what do you two….”

“We’re just talking about fruit, Cara. Get your mind back up here and out of the gutters.” You shook your head gently at her, smiling slightly.

“But he….” She shook her head, looking at the desk. “Tin can strikes again.” Poking her finger into the top of the desk a few times before letting out a huff, she studied the surface before looking back up to the rest of you. “Can we talk business?” Her eyes were narrowed in playful annoyance.

Din almost groaned, speaking on the heavy breath instead. “I’m only here for repairs.”

“Which’ll take a while.” Karga sounded cautious, almost hopeful. “Which means you’ll have free time on your hands, right? And we could really use your help.”

Din exchanged a look with you, his visor carrying an unspoken message you’d learned to understand by now. He wanted your input. Shrugging gently, you heard his huff in annoyance at you, his head slightly rolling in exasperation, making you laugh softly.

“Help how?” He finally offered.

Cara pushed a few buttons and a holo map popped up over her desk. Pointing to each place she spoke of, you moved in closer to get a better look. “This is Nevarro. We’re here. This entire area’s a green zone. Completely safe. But over on this side is the problem.” The map reeled to a giant red zone, zooming in on a structure, and your eyes narrowed as you stared at it.

“It’s an old Imperial base.” Karga’s words barely registered with you, his voice sounding far away as something similar to what you heard on Trask began to flood your ears. Whispers. Menacing and threatening. Haunting. Your stomach began to leave the atmosphere while your feet were still firmly on the ground. Something wasn’t right.

Cara spoke and her voice jolted you back to the room, no remnants of the ghostly visitors anywhere to be found. It sounded like the conversation hadn’t missed a beat at all, but you swore you’d been listening to the whispers for a good minute if not longer, or so it felt. “It’s where all those troops came from when we defeated Moff Gideon. This base has been here since the Imperial expansion. It’s got a skeleton crew, but for some reason, it hasn’t been abandoned.”

The whispers returned softly, in the background now. There was no laughter like on Trask. Only pain. Torment. Something evil sitting in the background pulling the strings and sending menacing hisses into your mind. You tried to not show any signs outwardly, but your shoulders tensed, and you wrapped your arms around your chest, almost like holding yourself.

Din met your gaze over the map between the two of you, his helmet tilting just slightly in question.

Shaking your head as minutely as you could, you focused back on the map, eyes flicking back to his visor after a moment to find his gaze still on you as his friends went on.

Karga trudged on. “There’s a lot o’ heavy weaponry in that place the black market would love to dismantle and get their hands on.”

“And you wanna mop up the last of the Imperial force before they do.” Din didn’t even turn to Karga till the last word, finally tearing his gaze away from you.

His friend sighed. “Mando, I just want them off my planet. If we could take out that one last base, Nevarro would be completely safe. We could be a trade anchor for the entire sector.”

You felt his gaze on you once again, and somehow you could tell exactly where his eyes were falling despite the visor. It left a burning trail along your skin, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end and goosebumps following in the wake of his stare.

“And the planet would finally be free.” Cara was looking at Din calmly.

Finally meeting his gaze again, the map spinning lazily between you, you attempted a small smile, your lips keeping closed tight to keep it reigned in, not trusting yourself to not hiss in discomfort through your teeth as the whisperers surged all at once before stopping abruptly. Closing your eyes and sighing a breath of relief, you opened them, prepared to continue on, but feeling a sudden wave of peace as you met his gaze, making your decision a thousand times easier. You smiled a little more easily at him and nodded once.

“You’re not staying here, are you?” His voice was quiet. It almost wasn’t a question.

Your smile turned more towards a smirk, arms crossing over your chest, your weight shifting to one side along with the slight tilt of your head. “What do you think?”

He returned your nod before sighing, turning to the map again. “What are we looking at?”

Xxx

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i call this one gene had a little lamb

this is just a little drabble i wrote based on the little sheep comment i made here. i wanted to characterize gene's mother and father a bit more, as well explore gene's character (ʃᵕ̩̩ ᵕ̩̩) he's meant to be about 7 in the first part of the fic (horrible, i know).

some scenes were genuinely so sad for me to write so please look at the content warnings before reading! IT HAS A HAPPY ENDING THO. no animals were harmed in the writing of this fic. it was just sheep actor guys i swear its literally eating grass and chilling in a field as we speak

cw: animal violence, descriptions of animal death, verbal abuse, mentions of physical abuse, toxic masculinity, blood (let me know if i missed anything)

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“Sylvia! Tell that boy to get his be-hind out here!”

Gene’s father’s booming voice made him freeze. He blinked.

He slowly turned to look at his mother from his place on the ground, surrounded by toy trains and wooden blocks.

Sylvia gave Gene a sad smile. “I think you’d better go see what he wants, baby.”

Gene gulped. His father was angry about something. That was bad news. Nothing good ever came of angry men.

“Syliva, I ain’t gonna ask again! You send him right on out here!”

Sylvia pursed her lips and swung her legs over the chaise lounge she had been sprawled out in. She closed the distance between her and her son, bending at the waist to kiss his cheek and guide him to standing.

“It’ll be alright. Why, he probably just needs you to climb into the attic again and get down another bag of feed. Go on, Gene. Come on back when you're finished.”

“Yes ma’am.” He whispered. He shuffled his way out the door and to the front of the barn, where his father was standing, ominously red-faced.

Gene’s heart dropped when he saw what was laying at his father’s feet.

“Would you do me the great goddamn honor--” He reached over and steered Gene by the back of the neck to face the small bundle of curly white on the floor-- “of explaining the hell I’m lookin’ at?”

His voice was venomous.

“A l-lamb, sir,” Gene stammered.

“A lamb," He scoffed. "And ain’t this the same goddamn lamb I told you to shoot yesterday?”

“Yessir.”

His words hardly came out as more than a whisper.

It was true, though. The poor thing had been born one day ago, and it was obvious right away something was wrong. Its back legs were crooked and mangled, like the bones hadn’t set properly. The sad truth was that it had no use on the farm, not even for meat. His father took one look at it and ordered Gene to put it out of its misery.

Still, Gene couldn’t bring himself to do it. It was just so small. It had such big, inky black eyes, eyes that stared right into Gene’s soul. The poor thing barely had a chance. It had never visited the soft, green pasture. It never tasted milk. It never got to play with its siblings. And he was supposed to slaughter it?

He couldn’t do it.

He had trembled there, holding the revolver, for about an hour straight until he gave up and carried the tiny creature to the barn, wrapped it up in his coat, and hid it behind some crates with the promise of checking up on it the next day.

It was stupid, yes, but he didn’t know what else to do.

"You think you get to pick and choose when to listen to me, dont'cha?" Clint spat.

Gene peered up at him with big, blue eyes and shook his head.

"N-No sir."

"Sure as shit seems like it."

"I j-just wanted to help it--"

"I don't want to hear it." Clint manhandled his single-action revolver from his belt and pointed it at the lamb.

“You’re gonna shoot it. Right here. Right now. In front of me. I don’t want to hear no whinin’, and I certainly don’t want to hear none of your sissy crap. Be a man, for Christ's sake, and shoot the goddamn animal.”

Then, the gun was cocked and shoved into his small hands. The lamb bleated softly, and Gene thought he might throw up.

“But Pa--”

“I said I don’t want to hear it.”

Gene shook. He bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood when he felt traitorous tears well in his eyes.

He knew better than to talk back. If he refused, his father would only get more angry. Still, how was he supposed to do this? How could do this when the small creature was looking at him like that?

All Gene could think about was how white the little lamb was. It’d only been alive for a day and a half. It wasn’t brown and grimy like the older sheep, it was snow-white and soft and curly and warm and tender.

The tears won. He felt a smack to the back of his head.

“Quit yer cryin’. Get on with it. Now.”

Gene couldn’t help the soft sob that tore from his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut at the sight of the lamb curling in on itself into a tiny little wool ball. He couldn’t do this, he couldn’t do this, he couldn’t do this--

“Eugene Alexander Delaney. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

A hand clamped down on his shoulder as another guided the revolver to aim at the lambs small head.

“Pull the goddamn trigger or trust me, you won’t like what happens next.”

He did trust him. He knew his punishment would be awful. So why couldn’t he move?

Finally, his father’s patience wore out. His large finger slipped over Gene’s tiny one, and yanked back the trigger with a loud pop.

It was over in a second. Gene wanted so badly to take his eyes off the visceral, gory sight, but he was still frozen in place. There was blood everywhere.

Clint pulled Gene away from the sight, grumbling curses under his breath, and walked him from the barn and to the house, where Syliva was standing on the porch, trying to get a glimpse of them.

“What on God’s green earth is goin' on?” She asked, finally getting a look at the state Gene was in.

“Your boy is a wuss is what's goin' on. Can’t even shoot a goddamn lamb that was on it way out in a few days anyways.”

"You made him shoot it?" Her voice took a dangerous tone.

"He's too soft, Syl. It needed to be done."

"He is seven years old--"

"When I was seven, I was already helpin' my daddy skin and butcher the meat from huntin' trips. This boy is too soft."

Gene stared blankly at a spot on the ground, doing his best to tune out the conversation. He hated being the cause of a fight. He wished he could be different, he wanted to be different. He didn't know why doing things his father wanted him to do put such an ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Suddenly, the tension reached its peak with a shout from Syliva, demanding her husband go take a walk and cool off.

Clint stormed off, reholstering his gun and scoffing the whole way back to the barn. Gene kept his head down, lip quivering and tears falling. A small, hitched breath escaped him.

“Oh baby,” Sylvia whispered, pulling Gene close to her chest. She threaded a gentle hand through his blonde locks.

And that’s all it took. Gene erupted into sobs, and sobbed and sobbed and clung to his mother like the little boy he was. His entire body was shaking now.

“Shh.. shhh, it’s alright baby. That poor thing was probably hurtin' real bad. Your daddy was right that it wasn’t gonna make it through the night.”

Gene continued to bawl. He gathered a fistful of his mother's dress in his hand and shook his head, whimpering lowly.

Sylvia gathered her boy up in her arms and sat with him in her rocking chair, rhythmically rocking him back and forth. She cradled him close, just like when he was smaller. She hummed softly, smoothing his hair back with a gentle hand.

Gene buried his face into his mother’s chest and breathed in her scent. She smelled like peach jam. He sobbed harder.

“Let it out, baby. It’s okay. I know. It’s okay.”

The two stayed like that until Gene’s sobs turned into soft hiccups and then evened out. Sylvia kept rocking him.

••••

Gene stared down at the small, injured lamb at his feet.

It was bloody. There was a deep wound in its flank. A coyote must have gotten to it after it escaped the pasture. It was sprawled on the side of the road, panting, and left to the elements. The poor thing was shaking.

Gene’s hand went to his hip holster instinctively, and he whipped out his revolver. He cocked it with a soft click before he stopped. Lowered it. Took a closer look.

Other than the wound in its side, the lamb seemed to be relatively okay. Gene was almost certain the animal would be fine if treated properly.

He pursed his lips into a straight line and replaced his gun in its holster.

He crouched and carefully, gently gathered the thing into his arms and held it close.

Calliope whinnied softly as Gene mounted her, still cradling the small bundle of white to his chest. It was soft, warm, and little. It bleated quietly.

He clicked his teeth and urged Calliope onwards, shrugging off his coat to wrap around the tiny thing.

He tilted his head down to whisper to it, the sound hardly audible. “It’s gonna be alright. I’ll take care of you.”

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#emotional whump #whump writing #whump community #whump #angst #gene and cassidy #gene delaney #cw animal death #cw animal injury #cw blood #cw parental abuse #guys don't worry the little lamb is Alive and Well #Older Gene keeps the lamb for a few days and nurses it back to health before sneaking it into a random pasture #he does in fact debate on keeping it

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strawberriesinmoominvalley · 3 months

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@lunahhhhhhhhhh wanted to see a bit of my kid!fic, so i thought why not share it with all of you :)

the basic premise is this: oscar is max's child, whom he brings to a race for the first time. shenanigans ensue, oscar really doesn't like how busy and loud it is (but loves the racing), charles offers to coach them both in french so oscar can be understood at school. somehow in this there's a lestappen endgame!

anyway here's two snippets :D

Oscar faltered at the question, before looking back towards his bed with a wobbling chin. “Nijntje?” Max scrunched up his face for a moment, pushing down all the swear words that bubbled in his throat. He did not - he could not stress that enough - have time for a fight over whether Nijntje could come. Oscar’s soft rabbit was far too precious to risk being lost, but Max really didn’t have the time or the energy to deal with a meltdown right now. “You can bring her if Nijntje doesn’t get lost,” Max agreed, regretting his choice even as he said the words. But Oscar beamed as he ran over to his bed, grabbing the white rabbit by her ears. Returning to Max and grabbing his hand again, Max gave a cursory glance over the room before they left. It was a lot earlier than Max would usually consider leaving for the track, but that was most of the point. He was going to meet Gemma, his press officer, outside the back entrance so they could get in with as little fuss as possible. Victoria was going to meet them at some point so Max could hand off Oscar to her for the race. Max didn’t exactly want Oscar to be swarmed with media attention. But Max also wanted Oscar to not cry so much for how much he missed his father, so sacrifices had to be made. “You’ll win?” Oscar asked Max as they stepped into the lift, slowly heading down to the ground floor. Max gave him a soft smile. “I’ll win,” he assured the child. “For me?” “I always win for you, schat.” Oscar looked at him with stars in his eyes and Max resisted the urge to scoop him up and pull him close. “But I’ll win especially for you today.” Oscar leaned against his leg, clinging to him. “I win for you.” “Will you?” Max gave into the urge and picked Oscar up. “I think you need to grow a bit for that.” Oscar didn’t have any objections to the statement, burrowing his face into Max’s neck.

“Oscar’s my kid, yes,” Max clarified, stopping the argument before it could really begin. “I just don’t really want him in the media.” “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Lando lamented, flopping against the railing next to Max. “I thought we were friends!” “Only Daniel and Mick knew,” Max admitted. “And Alex and Checo, but they were my teammates.” Lando wheeled around to Alex, who clearly started plotting escape routes. “You didn’t tell me?” “Maybe this fight will be more important than you having a kid,” Daniel muttered. “It’s about Oscar,” Max pointed out. Charles carefully made his way over to Max as Lando continued to screech at Alex, successfully drawing attention away from Max. “He’s called Oscar?” “Yes,” Max replied, feeling his cheeks turn pink. It was a curse of being anywhere in the vicinity of Charles. “Oscar Jack. My mum chose the middle name-” He cut himself off before he could properly start rambling. There was something about Charles that made him want to talk continually, some part of him that hoped that if he never stopped talking Charles would have to stay with him. That if talked, it gave him an excuse to cling to Charles like glue. Max could never escape Charles' orbit - he couldn’t remember how old they’d been when they first met. It was implicit in his memory: wherever Max was, Charles was close by. Charles smiled at him. “He’s very cute, especially with the rabbit.” “Nijntje- the Miffy books, have you read them? He named the rabbit after her.” Charles’ eyes sparkled under the lights. “Yes, I think Arthur had them. I’m not going to try and say the Dutch word.” “Didn't know you gave up that easy,” Max teased. “Only when it comes to Dutch,” Charles retaliated. Max’s face scrunched up as he grinned. “I could say the same about French- though I have to learn it now, so it’s even worse!” “Why?” Charles’ brow furrowed, before clearing. “I could help you!”

(p.s. this is referencing this post, feel free to send me asks about my wips!)

the real issue with this fic - why it's taking me a while to write - is planning out all the races. this is set in a fictional 2024, and i know who is going to win the championship, but that means i need to plan out where everyone places. do i need to take it this seriously? no probably not. but i am. but it's loosely planned out and it's slowly being worked on, because i adore writing it

if you're still reading this i love you! thank you for listening to my insanity <3

#under the cut is me explaining why it's gonna take a while haha #anyway lunah and sinnn i owe you my life thank you for showing me the light (baby/kid oscar)#i can only aspire to reach your writing skills #if the dutch is wrong apologies i'm gonna get someone to check it before i post :)#fanfic #formula 1

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writtengalaxies · 2 years

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Ritualistic

Characters: Anti, GN!Reader

Word Count: 666 (Yep. Really.)

Spicy Rating: Minor accidental injury, short-term lack of bodily autonomy.

I guess it's the Glitch Bitch's birthday today! (Well, first glimpses of him in the videos at least! I can't believe it's been that long already...) SO!

Honestly, you were even sure this would actually work.

All things considered, it didn't seem like a proper ritual, just a guaranteed way for you to cut your damn fingers off. Ritual of hospitalization, it should have been called, rather than this so called "Rituali electrica daemonium" that you found online last night, bored out of your skull. It seemed more like a creepypasta with a bad Latin translation than anything of value, but in the end if it helped with your Halloween decor, did it matter that much?

Still, it took next to nothing to set it up. You sat cross-legged in your room in the darkness, hoping that the combination of bath towels and newspaper would save your apartment's cheap carpet from the pumpkin guts. The only light allowed was that of your laptop screen, playing a looping video of television static. A final check of all the components, an odd combination as a whole, and you powered off your phone. Hopefully you wouldn't need it.

You sat in relative silence, letting the static turn into white noise as you methodically jabbed the ill-suited kitchen knife into the pumpkin to try and carve it. It was harder to carve a pumpkin this way than you thought, taking far longer than you thought it really needed to, and by the time you were finishing up the mouth, you decided the ritual was total bullshit. And then you managed to slip just enough to nick the tip of your finger with the knife.

You hissed, swearing softly at the sting, and got your finger half-way to your mouth as an automatic response when you froze in place. Despite the way your muscles screamed, wanting to move, you couldn't, barely able to draw a breath. You're forced to watch the black and white static shift into a bright green hue, as a hand clutching a butcher's knife reached through the screen, crawling in a fluid motion, despite the limitations of the screen's size. Impossibly, you watch the demon pull himself through, not unlike a horror movie you had seen years ago and barely remembered.

Solid black eyes, broken only with the faintest pinpoint of neon green, focused on you. He tilted his head up, allowing you to see the raw, still bleeding gash across his throat, as he grinned with a mouth full of teeth better suited on a long-extinct predator than anything even vaguely humanoid. The demon lurched forward, his split tongue lapping at the blood slowly running down your finger.

"Thanks for the snack," he says in a voice not unlike a radio not quite tuned properly to a single frequency, pitching oddly from word to word. "And for the new puppet--"

"Wait!" His hold on you seems to break as you force the word out, the demon tilting his head to look at you curiously. You weren't supposed to be able to speak, and now he's watching you with fascination. "I...it's your birthday, right?"

"I'm a demon, I don't have a birthday," he protests.

"Then, the anniversary of your first manifestation, if you want to get stupidly specific, but in my opinion, that's still a birthday."

"Your point?"

"My point is that...look, I've been bored out of my gourd, pardon the pun," you say as you pat the jack o'lantern, "and you know, thought...fuck it, why not try to see if I can take a demon out and celebrate."

He considers it for a long moment. He could just take you over like he's done countless times before, turn you into his new toy until he gets bored with how you've broken. But something about how unafraid you are tickles some odd, idle curiosity into him. It's been so long since he's had a break in the monotony, and he was starting to get bored with the routine of it all, anyway. You, however, are interesting.

Anti nods in agreement, willing to indulge in his fascination for now. He'll see how long you can keep his interest away from adding you to his collection of broken toys.

#neon knives #my writing #gn!reader #jacksepticeye #jacksepticegos #jacksepticeye egos #antisepticeye #glitch bitch

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hellguarded-moved · 1 year

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≥ INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM: @fanaticist ( "SOURCE" );

8. a kiss on an injury my muse (jo) gave to yours (ig) :)

" i will hear no more on this, " a palm was outstretched, forearm swept in a wide arc between the two of them— giving a certain feel of finality to the matter. even having taken a step back, gracing johan with one last glance, eyes trailing up and down the entirety of his frame, before he began to turn his back on him.

a mistake.

he didn't really know what he was expecting doing something like that. he always knew johan had a short temper and was prone to provoking aggression from the canid aswell. it often went unsuccessfully— and wasn't that part of ignis' charm, that seemed to draw the other in repeatedly? the constant need to push his buttons, see what worked, what would finally push him over the edge?

so showing his back to someone like johan, after having stood his ground and repeatedly refused to further feed into the argument— dropping his guard like so, came to promptly bite him in the ass. with large palm pressed to his shoulder blade, he gasped upon realizing his error.

but it was too late.

johan had always been bigger. stronger in some aspects, even if ignis could actually hold his own against him— but his powers hadn't been yet properly awakened, so if caught off-guard like so? shoving him into the wall was easy. effectivelly knocking the breath out of his lungs; this was different from the other times, that ended in rough kisses, wandering hands. had he cracked his head against the wall aswell? he couldn't tell how severe that was, but his skull was positively throbbing with dull pain as he stared up at the taller with a look in his eyes that he'd never yet shown to the one he called his best friend and maybe more.

fear.

it was fear.

fear that had caught him entirely in a daze, unable to do anything in the face on another who could only see red—— and not the pretty sparkle of his own ruby-hued eyes.

" where do you think you're going? you really that much of a coward, ignis? "

a ragged breath was exhaled, blinking rapidly in some attempt to collect himself. to not give in. " i'm leaving to give you some goddamn space to chill the fuck out, because you aren't the type to respect my boundaries! " he snapped, with an attempt to shove the taller away— ah, but he wouldn't let him. the brief baring of pointed canines went unnoticed, as now both hands were used to keep the hound in place.

anger began to creep in, replacing that initial fright.

" you're a real piece of shit sometimes, you know that, johan? " he sneered, turning his face away a bit.

shouldn't have said that.

one hand, now curled tightly into a fist, was reared back and hit ignis solid in the jaw. oh he could swear the back of his head was bleeding now. but, that wasn't even on the forefront of his mind— bottom lip had caught against a fang, splitting open raw and clean, faintly heated blood now gushing down his chin; dripping onto his collarbones and his shirt.

eyes were bleary in the shock of the aftermath, but the strange thing he'd noticed was that all that pressure put onto his body was suddenly gone. it took him another moment or two to actually concentrate, all of his focus going into keeping upright on his legs; a hand coming up to rub against his forehead, then sliding back through his hair in some semblance of alleviating the pain, helping him see straight again. " oh fuck... " a soft, pained exhale, likely unheard by another. the thumb of his hand dipped low, running through the blood on his chin, hissing at the contact. finally, did he lift his gaze in an attempt to find his assaulter.

his breathing came in short bursts, bloodied hands staining the wall he was using as support now. his vision swam, but he could make out the picture of his roommate, staring wide-eyed at him with hands trembling.

why did you do that? that's ig, you know him, you love him——

" ... ig? ig, i'm— i'm—— " the word 'sorry' caught in johan's throat; a coward of his own when it came to owning up to his own faults. seeing crimson drip down from the other's lip was a strange catalyst to dismiss the veil that obscured his reason earlier. tentatively, he approached his love, only to have the man extend a hand out towards him; palm open and lifted upwards, a silent sign to stop.

" don't... just... don't... " he whispered, voice lowering with each syllable. head was shook just as weakly; were those tears that had gathered in his eyes? feeling such heat in his mouth, feeling the blood building up, it... it brought back memories. he'd already carried scars of another once hurting him like so. and johan was the last person he expected to cause him to relive those memories— but maybe he should've known better.

but he didn't listen, of course he didn't. silly boy, always ruining everything you touch.

despite that, johan's touch was surprisingly gentle— a terrible and stark contrast to his behavior earlier, in the way he gently cupped at tanned features, only for those to go rigid in fear and discomfort. he wanted to kiss him, to make it better, to apologize——

" i said don't! " the slight raise in the demon's voice was so uncharacteristical of him. it was still far from yelling, but the severity was unmistakeable. " just... leave... please leave... " pained gaze dropped to the ground between them; he could see the rivulets of his own blood having nearly reached the floor at this point, dripping down the wall slowly. he'd make no more attempts to put space between them— if johan wouldn't let him leave, then maybe he would turn away himself, instead, if asked.

or maybe that was yet another mistake that ignis was making, putting so much faith into him.

#comms. ( “OUTGOING” );#alternative records. ( “ACADEMIC” );#reports. ( “CERBERUS” );#fanaticist #// this was... oof #// yeah #// they didn't ACTUALLY kiss but like #// you know. YOU KNOW.#// anyway ok. lays on the floor. oooo they kill me so badly

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tomasletcombe · 1 month

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Blood and swearing warning

A drawing of my characters to go with this story I wrote

Annabelle hadn't needed fresh blood for years; she had consumed enough for decades during her hundred year rampage. She had stopped in the 1930s and was managing to get by with eating black pudding and other similar food containing blood. It didn't help much and it soon lost its effect. She hadn't told anyone about this, as she didn't want to bother or worry anyone, especially Eris. While performing with the band her hunger got the better of her and she dropped her bass, stumbled off stage, threw up and collapsed. Eris immediately dropped her violin and ran to her, followed by Kethan and Susie.

“Shit!” Apollo muttered. “Sorry folks, we're going to have to finish the set early, we've got an emergency” they announced to the audience before running off stage to join their friends.

Eris had Annabelle’s face in her hands trying to keep her conscious while Susie put her jacket behind Annabelle's head and Kethan went to get some water. Annabelle’s eyes barely opened.

“Annie, speak to me. What's wrong?” Eris asked, desperately.

“Hungry,” Annabelle answered.

“When did you last have blood?” Eris asked.

“What time is it?”Annabelle responded.

“Half nine.” Apollo answered, kneeling down. “Ah so about 90 years ago then,” Annabelle smiled before closing her eyes again.

Apollo chuckled before he quickly covered his mouth. Eris glared at him and sternly said “Don't encourage her.”

Eris tapped Annabelle’s cheek, trying to get her to open her eyes.

“I'll have to feed you myself then,” Eris muttered rolling up her sleeve. “Susie, cut my arm, the back should be fine, make sure you draw blood.”

She extended her arm towards her.

“You sure?” Susie asked.

“Please,” Eris pleaded.

“Ok” Susie responded before grabbing Eris’ arm, closing her eyes and cutting into Eris with one of her claws.

Annabelle shook her head wearily, “No, I can't. I'll be fine, just give me a minute,” she mumbled while trying to get up.

“You're not getting a say. When you're better we're having a talk about you being careless about your health.”

Annabelle winced as Susie’s claw cut a small gash into her skin. When blood was flowing she stuck her arm in Annabelle’s mouth. She struggled a bit before Eris gave her a stern look and she complied and began to drink. She felt her head clear and her stomach feel properly full for the first time in years. Once she had had enough she took Eris' arm out of her mouth.

“Better?” Eris asked, putting her hands back to the sides of Annabelle’s face.

In response Annabelle grabbed Eris' face and pulled her into a kiss. Shortly after Kethan got back with a bottle of water which he passed to Eris at which point she broke the kiss and took a swig from the bottle and washed it around her mouth before spitting it into a bin.

“You've still got blood and sick in your mouth, you mucky git,” she laughed wiping tears from her eyes.

“Sorry” Annabelle chuckled in response while wiping some blood from her face “I feel better now though.”

Apollo, now sitting cross legged on the floor, laughed with relief. “Don't fucking do that again, that scared the shit out of me!” before grabbing Annabelle into a hug along with Susie and Kethan.

“Sorry guys” Annabelle mumbled nuzzling her face into Susie's shoulder.

“It's fine,” Kethan said, “but tell us next time you're hungry you daft sod we can sort something out. Eris’ and my blood should keep you going for ages, you can always ask us and if Eris can't give you any blood I will.”

“Thank you.”Annabelle smiled after a minute. Eris stood up, gave Annabelle the bottle and picked her up bridal style.

“Right, Missy, let's get you home. Apollo, would you mind grabbing my violin and Annabelle’s bass please?”

Apollo gave an overly dramatic bow saying “Yes ma’am” and went to fetch them.

Kethan put his hand on Eris’ shoulder.

“Do you two want a lift home?” he asked.

“Nah I can walk” Eris answered.

Annabelle looked up, confused, as Susie walked by she smiled and told them “We can pack up for you” as Apollo called across the stage.

“You two get yourselves home. I'll bring your instruments around on my way to my place when we're finished here.”

The pair said thank yous and bid their goodbyes as Susie held the door for them. Annabelle looked up at Eris and told her, “You can put me down now”

“Nope I'm carrying you home,” Eris replied.

“Why? I can walk!” Annabelle protested.

“Because when someone doesn't tell their partner of 40 odd years they haven't eaten properly this century, they can't be trusted to look after themselves and thus get carried. Plus, it means I can do this” Eris said before peppering Annabelle's face with kisses.

Annabelle giggled as Eris began their walk home.

#character art #art #illustration #drawing #character design #fantasy #original character #fae #fae character #vampire character #romance #story #short story #original characters #romantic #romantic story #vampire story #Spotify #tw blood

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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Box of crayons

“We were just two kids back then, but now we have two kids.”

Pairing: Jaehyun x female!reader Genre: SMUT, FLUFF, angst if you squint, childhood friends to lovers, growing up au, college au, to being married. WC: 3,522k Warnings: mentions of getting bullied during kindergarten, alcohol consumption on a college party, getting drunk, swearing, spitting, oral sex: male and female receiving, slight cum play, overstimulation, fingering, cream pie, unprotected sex, switching positions, smut scene is kind of long. A/N: I just want to post something.

Meant to be. You and Jaehyun are meant to be. But not as lovers, at least not yet. For now, you believe that you and Jaehyun are meant to be best friends.

It all started when you saw him starring at his blank paper, close to tears while other kids are teasing him for not having a box of crayons. You came in bolting and scaring those kids with your wrath and told Jaehyun, “stop being such a loser,” and shared with him your box of crayons.

On the next day, you forgot your colors at home and you felt like such a loser because everyone was busy drawing and coloring their works while you’re stuck with this great idea in your mind for your artwork.

“Stop being such a loser,” Jaehyun said and sat beside you to share his box of colors with you this time.

That was the day you learned, at a very young age, that boxes of crayons that has a hundred colors are meant to be shared. You and Jaehyun became friends starting that day and your friendship became like a box of crayons that you’re willing to share with each other.

As long as you both have some colors left on your box, you’re willing to share and got each other’s back.

Your friendship grew and grew during kindergarten, grade school, and high school. Until your families acknowledged your friendship and thought that maybe someday you’ll end up together. On top of that, you and Jaehyun grew up together and watch each other achieve different kinds of great things. May it be through sports, academics, or your hobbies.

“Hey loser,” you sat beside him during lunch break and distract him from doing his assignment.

“Hey yourself” he smirked and continued writing.

It was a busy day in school, the student body organization was busy the whole week because of prom. And to be honest, you are too, you were busy with your dress and you were busy looking for the perfect tie for Jaehyun. And now, you’re just waiting for him to pop the question and finally ask you to prom, which he will because you’re best friend right? So that made you very excited and giddy.

“What do you think of Yeri?” He asked out of nowhere. Smiling and playing with his pen while waiting for your answer but you already felt nervous.

“Popular- She bullied you when we were kids? Why?” you answered short and cold. And you wonder why the man beside you is smiling like a fool.

“I’m taking her to prom, she said yes. It was yesterday in the library, I talked to her, and went straight to the point. I made her blush like crazy...” he proudly told you the story of how he asked someone else to prom but your ears started ringing and you can't hear anything he says already. Turns out when you were busy looking for the perfect tie for him yesterday, he was busy asking the girl he likes to prom.

Everything shifted after prom, you and Jaehyun stopped talking to each other but he was too busy with his new girlfriend to notice that.

Graduation came and summer took place, you and Jaehyun are going to the same college but now you’re not sure if he still wanted the same thing because rumors are he and Yeri are so in love that they will go to the same college. It's useless to reach out if life will eventually separate you and Jaehyun might as well accept it.

As you enter college and made great new friends, you forgot about Jaehyun and focus on your studies during freshman year. But during the start of your sophomore year and while you were at the library to borrow a few books you bumped into him and were forced to catch up and had coffee for old times sake. He paid for the drinks and snacks, obviously, he was happy to see you but you looked uninterested.

And when he noticed that he’s probably taking too much of your time, he finally started a conversation. “I transferred just this semester and I was actually looking forward to seeing you. How are you?”

“Great- look I have to study and I can’t be out this long, uhm...” you started to gather your stuff and ramble. “Maybe some other time Jae,” you said and left with a fake smile. You almost feel bad about what you did but he can’t just waltz back into your life like he didn’t forget about you the moment he had a girlfriend. Now ex-girlfriend.

And as your college years continue, a catch-up never happened again. Although he tried so many times to take you out, but you always refuse and avoid him with all your might whenever you see him around the campus. He was so consistent with bringing you back to his life but you just don’t care anymore because truth be told you were hurt when he left you. Maybe this is revenge? Maybe not? But one thing is for sure, you got hurt and you hated him for it.

Now that you’re in your senior and everything is very stressful, you decided to go to this party with your friends and you were so unlucky that Jaehyun was there with his set of friends, busy playing beer pong and being loud as fuck. Of course he saw you and it halted his moves, he wanted to come say hi to you or hand you a drink but you will for sure pretend that he is invisible so he didn’t.

The party was fun. Thankfully, there were a lot of snacks and overflowing alcoholic beverages as well as non-alcoholic beverages. And because you suck at drinking games, you were downing tequilas and vodkas the whole night and that’s how you got batshit drunk that Jaehyun found you on the bathroom inside the empty tub, sleeping like a baby with a red cup in your hand.

He knew right then and there that he is responsible for you.

“Y/n, it’s Jae. Can you walk?” he asked while patting your head softly. But you can’t talk right now, so you just shook your head ‘no’ and reached for him. You knew that it’s him and you can hear him perfectly but your brain is not working right and the room can’t stop spinning. And you can’t believe you’re saying this but you’re happy that he’s here to take care of you.

You had this same feeling when you forgot your crayons back then and he came to rescue you from your little situation. He’s the same Jaehyun after all.

He offered to drive you back to your dorm which you accepted without any argument, you could’ve thanked him if only you can talk properly. He was so concerned to you that he cleared the backseat of his car and let you lie there comfortably with his jacket covering your legs. And when he brought you to your dorm safely and in one piece, he can't just leave you sleeping with your dirty clothes and helped you clean yourself with closed eyes. Everything was a challenge for him, especially when he had to close his eyes before he removes your blouse, pants, unclasp your bra and make you wear something comfortable to sleep.

Jaehyun then pats your head softly and told you “I’ll get going then, good night” before he leaves and thankfully, you were quick to stop him and you had enough energy to tell him to stay. He smiled so big and felt so happy that he wanted to scream and jump around your room. But he controlled himself and removed his shoes before he lies beside you in your comfortable bed.

To his shock, you swing your arms around him and pulled him closer to you for a tight embrace that he eventually returned. Caressing your back as he melts to your embrace and enjoys the happiness that he’s feeling right now.

“I’m sorry,” he started and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“I missed you. Never hurt me again like that, Jaehyun I swear-“

“Shhh. I will never do that to you again,” he said and hummed a song oh so softly until you fall asleep together and meet in each other’s dreams.

Just as you thought that your friendship will never come back, it did and this time it came back with love. But even though that this time love is around to make you two stick together, you never admitted your feelings to each other. You just let your actions do the talking. From him holding your hand during a scary Netflix movie, to you holding his hand while he drives. It was a simple and comfortable ‘relationship’ and you wish he would make it official.

But during a beautiful rainy day when you and Jaehyun decided to stay at your place and enjoy the cold bed weather together instead of going to the movies... everything suddenly fell into place.

“Mmm. Feels good” Jaehyun moaned as you concentrate on lining the face mask on his face properly. You’re sitting comfortably on top of him, your legs placed on both of his sides, while he’s leaning on your headboard with closed eyes, feeling so relaxed as you pamper him with skincare.

“Stop moaning, my dorm mates might think we're having sex,” you giggle and rake his hair away from his covered face. Holding it nicely as you lean closer to his chest to enjoy the comfort of being on top of him.

“Comfortable?” he asked and placed his hands on your back and made you lean on him completely. He started caressing your back and his soft touches are making you sleepy. You may not know, but he’s very much in love with you and that he will do everything just to keep you this time. He’s just waiting for the perfect time to admit his feelings to you and make everything official.

“Okay times up,” you excitedly said and started removing the face mask. While wiping his clear and handsome face, you see redness on his cheeks and his ears are turning red. You smiled and let out a giggle because that only means Jaehyun is flustered right now.

“Can you blame me? You’re so close to me and you’re literally on top of my dick. Don’t make fun of me if I get hard,” he said with a shy smile. Eyes turning into crescents and his cute dimples are deeper than ever. So instead of making him shy, you decided to make him nervous by grinding on him slowly but with enough pressure to make him in the mood and hard in no time.

His eyes went big when you rolled your hips once. Then it became even bigger when you rolled your hips a few times again which made him tensed up and hold his breath. “Stop it,” he said, but with a smile, that’s so big. He’s completely aware that you’re teasing him.

“But do you really want me to stop?” you said and put more effort into what you’re doing to him. Grinding slowly and deliciously, rolling your head and parting your lips. But the thing is, you’re not acting anymore. Jaehyun does feel so good right now and you’re liking what you started. And now that you’re letting out small moans, Jaehyun came close to you and caught your lips. Holding your head steady and kissing you like how he always wanted to.

“If you don’t stop now, I’ll really, really, really take advantage of this moment,” he said and went back to kissing you. A mixture of happiness and lust and you both feel like your hearts are about to burst because of what's happening right now. Kissing each other while smiling in between, kissing each other even more deeper by every second. It’s like your kisses were saying, ‘i love you’ ‘no, i love you more’. And as you two are busy with your lips, you felt Jaehyun’s hands slip inside your shirt and draw small circles on your skin while kissing as if he wanted you to lift your shirt but he’s just too shy to tell you. So without any warning, you stopped kissing him only to remove your shirt and remove your bra in front of him.

This may not be Jaehyun’s first time seeing a naked girl in front of him, but you sure did make him shy that he avoided looking at you. Flashing those dimples again, and witnessing his ears turn bright red. Brighter than ever. “Stop being shy and touch me,” you command and put your hand on his nape and reached for his other hand to place it on your shoulder. Giving him the freedom to touch you and roam his hand around your body as you continue to grind your clothed pussy on his hard dick.

Soon his hand finally started to move, touching your boobs first and kneading them slowly and carefully until Jaehyun became comfortable and confident to request that you remove your shorts too. Which you did gladly, so now you’re left with only your panties, kissing Jaehyun on the neck and making the man moan and feel good. Lifting his shirt without any hesitation and exposing his very hot body before your eyes and left kisses on it immediately.

Kisses after kisses you made him weak until you reach his sweat pants and pull it down together with his boxers brief so you can plant kisses on his happy trail, lower abdomen, and finally his hard cock. And there it is again, his handsome dimpled smile that shows his shyness. His cock twitched when your cold hands made contact with his cock, pumping it slowly while you watch him close his eyes and roll his head back. He watched you spit on his cock, and slowly put his whole size in your mouth. Gripping the sheets as he loses his mind, gripping the sheets as he breathes in and out heavily, letting out deep groans and making sweet moans.

“Y/n, s-stop. I’m about to cum,” he pleaded but you didn’t stop. Instead, you moved your head even faster, worked with your tongue, and made sure to never let him forget this moment that his whole cock is in your mouth for the first time.

After a few minutes of pleasure, Jaehyun came into your mouth and you witnessed him shaking and moaning on your bed with a satisfied smile. Still, with a sensitive body, you lay on top of him and teased him from cumming so soon. “You’re dead,” he said and smiled so sweetly at you. Encircling his arms around your body and kissing you a couple of times before he changed places with you. Finally, removing your panties and making you spread your legs for him, holding you with utmost care and kissing you with a mixture of love and lust.

If you tortured him earlier with your trail of kisses on his body, now it’s Jaehyun’s turn to torture you with him kissing your inner thighs oh so softly that it sends tingles straight to your spine and making your legs close automatically. “Uh-uh, I endured everything you did to me earlier,” he said, teasing you before he slides his fingers up and down your slit and finally licking it slowly. Spitting on your cunt just how you spit on his dick earlier and started pleasuring you with his hot tongue. Your hand automatically landed on his head, gripping his soft locks as he licks you slowly and torturing you with that damn wet muscle.

And when he finally made you cum and had his sweet revenge, he kissed you all over your body and put his entire weight on top of you. Letting your nipples brush on his chest and his hand soothe your sensitive body.

It was quiet for a moment, and only your heavy breaths can be heard in your room besides the air conditioning. He nibbles your earlobes and spreads kisses on your neck while slightly grinding his hard cock on your very wet pussy, waiting for you to calm down so he can finally fuck you.

“I was planning to take you out on a proper date first before we go to this stage. You just have to be so impatient, huh?” he shook his head in disbelief and kissed your lips again before he pulls away, putting both his hands on the sides of your head. His cock was very hard that you almost thought it wouldn’t fit, “Don’t worry you’re so wet. It will slide in easily” he said before he told you to line his cock so he can finally push in.

Slowly he stretches you out, rolling his head back and so are his eyes, while you on the other hand grip your boobs knead them as you feel Jaehyun’s cock slide in and out. “Jaehyun, deeper-“ you requested and let out a moan that made him gave in to your request. He adjusts your position, folded your knee before he spreads you open, thrusting deeper than before that his lower abdomen touches yours. Losing your mind whenever you take a peek at the motion of his hips while fucks you, Jaehyun was so hot as he moves his waist and kept his eyes only to you, this time he’s the one making you feel so shy.

“You like it this way? Deep and slow?" you only nod, “Wanna go another round after this?” you smiled and nod again, “Do you love me?”

And then he started thrusting faster and harder that your body was dragged on the mattress, and your boobs are bouncing up and down because of his hard thrust. Jaehyun came close to you for a kiss, still waiting for your answer. Although he knew already that you do love him by the way you kiss him, still he needed to hear it from you. “I want to hear it Y/n,” Jaehyun pleaded again and hold on to your waist tightly as he fucks you harder than before.

“I do Jae- fuck, slow down. Almost there” you croaked but its too late, Jaehyun’s thumb is on your clit, ready to torture you again and make you cum for the second time tonight.

Locking your legs around his waist as you enjoy your high and oversensitivity, you didn’t expect that you’d ask for more and beg for more the moment you hit your high that Jaehyun got more excited that he almost forgot to pull out. And when he did, he came on your pussy lips, watching his cum paint your wet folds and throbbing cunt. Of course the man above you isn’t satisfied with all the torture he did tonight, so he slides his fingers on your cunt, playing with his own cum and finger fucked you to give you another mind blowing orgasm.

The eventful bed weather ended with you and Jaehyun cuddling in your bed with his hands on your thigh and you’re wearing nothing but his black shirt and a pair of panties while he stays handsome and so irresistible in his boxers briefs.

“I promise to love you,” he whispered to you while drawing small and soft circles on your thighs, his eyes never left yours. “I promise to stay even though you’re so stubborn,” he added which made you giggle and happy.

FIVE YEARS LATER

During a very quiet night where Jaehyun’s hands are intertwined with yours and his embrace was tighter than ever because he was really tired from work, Jaehyun was having a cute dream. He dreamt about how you saved him from the bullies back when you were only innocent kids. He was smiling through his dream until he hears a cry. A cry of an infant and opened his eyes immediately. You stopped him from getting up and told him, “I got it Jae, go sleep. You’ve been up the whole day,”

Jaehyun has become a great provider for your small family now. And he was working hard to the bone that he barely gets enough sleep during weekdays. “Thank you,” murmured and closed his hands again. And after you put your babies to sleep again and went back to Jaehyun’s embrace, Jaehyun was deep in his sleep that he’s sleep talking and murmuring sweet nothings, the kind where you only hear whenever you have slow sex.

“We were just two kids back then, but now we have two kids. I will buy them boxes of boxes of crayons so bullies will never touch them,”

You giggle and pulled him closer. Hoping that he will ramble more because he’s so cute right now. “I love you,” you said, you weren’t expecting something in return but he responded.

“I just realized I never thanked you for sharing your crayons with me back then, thank you” he said and opened his eyes and went on top of you to kiss you sincerely. His wife. “I love you”

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luvrlane · 3 years

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problems in the middle of the night | lhs, s

pairing. dom!bf!heeseung x fem!reader

warning/includes. GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, daddy kink, (slight) bulge kink, (slight) corruption kink, oral fixation, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), nasty piece of work. but there's a little bit of fluff in it if you squint lol. DO NOT engage in any way if you're a minor.

disclaimer. THIS IS ONLY A WORK OF FICTION.

heeseung wakes up with a breathy moan. his heart raced as did the tent in his pants. great, he's fucking hard.

he glanced over the nightstand beside his bed, clock showing it's 01:51 a.m, and if that isn't the worst thing, it's the fact that he had you in his erotic dreams and now he's hard. you, on the other hand, appeared to be sleeping peacefully beside him, blissfully ignorant to the problem he's currently having.

now what the fuck is he supposed to do? he couldn't go back to sleep nor abandon his hard on even if his life depended on it. he needs to do something about it and he'd admit, he was growing needy. a little help would suffice.

so he started out with his asking for help by kissing your shoulder blades. feeling up your sides, his lips moved to the length of your neck, leaving wet kisses all over his trace. the action made you stir in your sleep. you were a light sleeper, any small disruption is enough to wake you up.

heeseung's lips ghosted on the shell of your ears, pressing a gentle kiss before he called out to you ever so lovingly, "baby. baby," his voice was as gentle as his touch, coaxing you from your deep slumber. "baby, we've got a problem." he cooes, hands now reaching the valley of your breasts, giving one of them a light squeeze.

now you're awake. "heeseung, what is it?" drowsiness was laced in your tone. you fought hard to crack your eyes open. instead of giving you a verbal answer, he opted to pressing his dick onto your hips instead, guiding one of your hands to craddle the tent.

"i'm sorry, baby. i didn't want to wake you." the tip of his pointy nose was tickling your neck now, as he moved down from your ear back to your neck, pressing down light kisses on the expanse.

"but it couldn't be helped." though sleepiness was very much still clouding over you, you knew what he was asking you to tend to.

the amount of love you have for this man is insane.

if being needy wasn't enough, now impatience creeps up on him too. he couldn't wait to get his hands all over you. inside you. but he needed you to give him consent. "can i, baby?" heeseung asked, a little breathy.

a small smile made its way to your face. the limb that sat on his dick reached around until it transitioned to his hair instead. fluffy, fluffy hair, resembling a cloud. you gave it a light ruffle. heeseung naturally leaned more into your touch, loving the way your fingers feel on him. on normal days he's an absolute sucker for your pretty little fingers. he still do, even now, but there's a more preferred place he'd rather have your fingers on. so he asked again, "hm, baby? give me an answer, sweetheart. i need to have you. i want to fuck you nice and slow. right now, baby. i need you right now."

fuck. he was basically pleading. but he couldn't fucking careless. it's weird, you thought. even in this mood, heeseung was able to set butterflies in your stomach. you gave him a small nod, before you decided. "go ahead, daddy."

go ahead, daddy.

daddy.

he's fucked.

heeseung wasted no more second after you gave him an okay. you were already lying halfway on your stomach since before he woke you up, so he climbed over you, nudging your legs apart. your nightgown was riding on your ass now that he's had you spread out prettily for him. he pushed up a leg, and your heart started to drum.

lee heeseung will never not get your heart skipping a beat. even now, even when he's about to prep you, even when he's casting your nightgown to god knows somewhere in the bedroom. you never once uttered a complaint through it all. you let him get his way with you. not because he owns you. but because all the trust and devotion accumulated over the years you spent with him had proven its worthwhile.

so when heeseung spread your dry folds with his fingers, you whimpered. you have just woken up, after all. heeseung played with the nub, fingers never really entering inside you. "daddy.." you moaned out. the waves of pleasure is starting to arrive on the scene. heeseung had his face close to your cunt now, giving the plump lips a light peck, while a finger slowly eased in.

he intended to make you wet first, before anything. and his method so far is successful. a wet muscle licked stripes on your folds, it had you moaning a little louder this time. simultaneously, his one finger pumped in and out of you, while he's licking and sucking your bud.

and now, you're fucked.

your arousal started pooling around your pussy, due to his diligent fixation. heeseung eased a second finger, smearing the wetness around the lips of your cunt. "fuck, daddy. f-feels so good." fuck, fuck, fuck. it felt so, so, soo fucking good. honestly, fuck lee heeseung and his crazy oral fixation.

heeseung hummed a response. he sucked on your folds, with some of your juice sucked in too. his cock is even harder now. lord, you are the death of him.

then something pooled in your stomach. cum, you were going to cum. solely because of his fingers and tongue alone.

heeseung must've sensed this, the way your walls tightened around his three fingers now, as he had added another one just a little while ago. he raised his head, your juice daubed on his chin. "cum, sweetheart. cum on my fingers. then after this cum on my cock. over and over and over again." his words only heightened the feeling inside of you. your face contorted in pleasure, eyebrows knitted together as you bite down your pillow. your legs moved around hastily, you were unable to hold your cum no longer.

heeseung brought his face onto your pussy again. all it took was a lick over your folds, along with the nonstop draws of his thick, long fingers, and then you cummed. heeseung didn't stop his administration. instead, he slowed it down, helping you ride your orgasm. he smiled as he felt your walls are now much softer, more relaxed, ready to take him in.

heeseung withdrew his fingers out of you only to suck on them himself. tasting your cum, which he claimed as the sweetest ever. aside from your lips, that is. "good job, baby." he complimented you, and even with your face flushed out, he managed to get you blushing.

he rose up from his stance, blanket pooling on his legs, and he discarded his boxer, pulling out his god damn well endowed of a cock to give it a few slow stroke. you watched over your shoulder, pussy still spasming from the head he'd just given you. "gonna fuck you now, baby."

he didn't have to say that. if possible, your heart thrummed even harder than before.

with that, heeseung guided his hands onto your hips, pulling your ass back by a bit and raising them in the position he'd dreamt to take you tonight.

the clock is now 02:22 a.m.

he was showing no sign of stopping soon. in fact, lee heeseung had just gotten started.

your cheeks were smushed in the pillow now, given the position. "remember your safe words, baby?"

you gave him a confirming nod.

from there, heeseung pushed his fat cock into your hot, velvety walls. the two of you moaned in unison. the stretch was bearable, remember how he had prepped you with his three equally thick fingers. but it still stings. he was bigger than average, and longer too. god, you fucking love your boyfriend.

"look at it, baby. look how your pretty little hole is accomodating my cock. holy fuck. you're so hot." at this point, heeseung was a goner. "too big, yeah, baby?" though you couldn't see clearly, you could picture his stupid grin.

"too- too big.. but so good.." heeseung loved compliments. especially if it comes from you. especially if it's about him. especially if it's about how he's fucking you so damn sweet. honestly, fuck lee heeseung and his big, fat dick.

heeseung hasn't even entered himself all in. yet you feel so incredibly full already. you swear, you could feel him in your stomach.

he gave you few experimental thrusts at first, to make it easier for him to slide the remaining of his girth home. your moans took a higher pitch. "ah, ah, ah!" and lee heeseung fucking had the nerve to laugh.

your ass is hanging midair, and his dick is moving in and out of you. could this night get even better?

"breathe in and out, sugar. i'm going to bottoms up." you loved the way he's always, always giving you a heads up in whatever he's about to pull next. so you did as you were told, breathing in and out.

your toes curl when you feel heeseung pushing his hips tantalizingly slow into you, feeling every delicious stretch of his length, the veins protuding your walls. you couldn't close your mouth. you're all too fucked out now, and he hasn't even began fucking you properly.

"there we go. that wasn't so hard, was it? that's my girl."

that's my girl.

you're absolutely wrecked.

you were drooling. lee heeseung's dick had you drooling. whimpers were let out from you. you could feel every inch of him and he's filling you up so well.

then he rocked his hips. "daddy!" you yelped, out of both surprise and pleasure. "fuck, fuck! daddy!" the pool of blanket around his legs and yours began to follow his movement. he angled his hips a little higher as his arm rests on your the small back of your waist, pushing your ass down by a bit, and then he pistons inside you. you fucking screamed. "ahhh, daddy!"

"sweetheart. baby. sugar." heeseung groaned out. "your pussy. mine. mine." he punctuated his words with a set of hard thrusts. "only mine." he had you crying for real now. from the position the two of you took, the tip of his dick was abusing your sweet spot continuously. have you ever been fucked so good that you cried from pleasure?

"you. all of you. the whole of you." he declared. his dick is in your stomach now. you're sure of it. when he pulled out his cock, leaving the tip kissing your folds, he muttered, "you're only mine. all mine." and then he dived right back into you.

"yes! yes—ah! ah! y-yours!" you had to drag out the "o" and your hands are balling the sheets. "daddy!" he loved it. he loved hearing you scream. he loved fucking you good. he loved loving you. "and i'm only yours, sweetheart." he whispered, though midway through his sentence, he choked and grunted in pleasure. "until the end of time."

you couldn't contain your moans. not when your boyfriend's thick cock has made a home for itself in your pussy.

"so—good!" look at you. you failed to find it in you to form coherent sentence.

his pace had gotten quicker. he had picked them up, and your folds made a squelching sound from the collective arousal of you and your boyfriend. "uh, uh!" you attempted to wipe the tears from your face, but heeseung had interlocked his fingers with yours before you could even reach your eyes. his other hand was hoisting your hips up in an angle that presses down that exact bundle of nerves in you. your thighs began to shake.

"a mess. you're a me—ss." he stuttered in between his words. it only go so far to prove that this rutting is affecting him too. very intensely.

you let go of his fingers to reach around your back, placing your hand on his pelvis. "y—yellow.." you muttered out.

yellow. a change of position. he smiled and slowed his tempo down.

heeseung had set your bums down, with his dick very much still in you. then, he turned you around so carefully, until your eyes are meeting his. your hair has gotten all over your face, but he didn't mind. he took one leg over his shoulder, and bent down to press a quick kiss on your lips, your inner thighs burning at the action.

now, you're all in his view. your face. your perky, round mounds. chest rising up and down. the curve of your sides. your slick, wet core. still attached to his dick. if you glance down, you could see the wide stretch. luckily for heeseung, he didn't need to glance down, for it's all before him already.

heeseung left a peck on your leg, dangling over his shoulder. he took one of your arms, giving your knuckles a peck, too. and then his hips stirred. "..!" you weren't alarmed. "oh!"

your eyes almost screwed shut due to how deep he's hitting inside of you. the expression you had on was dumb, and there's only one person to blame: fucking lee heeseung. he abandoned his hold on your legs and fingers, his hands now clamming your sides, pressing you down on him.

"fuck, baby. look." following his order, your eyes trailed to where he's looking. your stomach. you could feel his dick moving. no, you could see his dick moving. that seem to drove him even further south. "fucking hell, sweetheart. your cunt is too tiny, the way it stretched at my width. and now i'm reaching your stomach. you're driving me crazy."

as if he wasn't driving you crazy too. you arched your back at his comments and his thrusts, chants of his name falling out of your lips. "da—ddy! ah, ah!" you dragged out the "a", your eyes rolling back. "slow—down!" heeseung's forehead creased, pounding into you like a mad man quelching his thirst, he was unavailable to comply to your request. your commands only made him set his pace quicker.

you're going to cum. heeseung is moving way too rapid, every drag of his cock are designated into assaulting your sweet spot. if you were drooling on your pillow before, now you're drooling in your face.

"eugh! da—ddy," your throat was hoarse from screaming. he could feel the way your walls closed on him. it made him choke, struggling to keep up with his own pace.

"yes, baby? what is it that you need?" the leg on his shoulder is shaking, and you're bucking your hips wildly.

"c—cum.. i need to cum.."

"then cum, baby. all over my cock." was all it took for you to spasm all around his length, coating them with your fluids. heeseung leaned down to leave kisses on your neck while you were chasing your high, muttering praises that were lost in the hazy feeling you were having from pleasure. "that's my girl. good job, baby."

heeseung's hips faltered into a series of slow thrusts. he lied about fucking you nice and slow. none of this was nice nor slow. it was intoxacting, all consuming.

you were in and out of consciousness when heeseung tapped your waist. "stay with me, sweetheart. we're not done yet."

the clock is now 03:49 a.m. on most days, heeseung is a man of words. he keeps his promises and says things from the bottom of his heart. but once in awhile, in cases like tonight, he felt like having a cheat day.

#enhypen hard hours #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours #lee heeseung smut #enhypen smut

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outerbankies · 3 years

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new light part 4: underneath the moonlight — rafe cameron

new light series masterlist

summary: you and rafe meet the parents (properly) and go to midsummers together, but not everyone is as smitten with your relationship as you two are.

pairing: rafe x kook reader

warnings: drinking, swearing

a/n: say hello to a few characters (tw: ward) i have had yet to feature thus far 🤗 more of y/n being besties with kelce (and topper this time—our fave obx himbo) there’s a lil drama in this part y’all... into the thick of it. thanks for all the feedback 💖not canon rafe

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yeah if you give me just one night, to meet you underneath the moonlight

You’re startled awake by a loud knock on your bedroom door. You’re squished between 6 feet and 3 inches worth of boy and the pink wall your bed is pushed up against. Rafe always insisted on laying on your outer side, closest to the door of your bedroom. Which means you often woke up pressed into the wall, your neck sometimes aching from the awkward angle. Not to mention Wilbur always taking up the space at your feet, Rafe usually nudging him into your space so he could stretch out.

Rafe stirs also, making sleepy noises and stretching his legs where they hang off the end of your bed. He grumbles and smacks his lips together a few times, your hand instinctively coming to rub along his jaw. His eyes flutter open as the sun streams in through your window, illuminating the hint of golden stubble on his chin. You’d only slept over together a few times, since you were both staying with your parents for the summer, so it’s always nice to wake up with your boy in your bed.

Oh fuck. Your boy is in your bed.

Rafe's eyes widen at the same time as yours.

“Oh shit, we fell asleep?” he whispers, head whipping around your room.

“Fuck, you have to hide right now,” you whisper, stumbling through your thoughts sleepily.

Another knock sounds from the door.

You extract yourself from your spot between Rafe and the wall, his hands guiding you by your hips as you tumble over him.

“Just, fuck, just like—get under the covers or something. God, I hope it’s not my dad,” you whisper.

“Me too,” he says, slinking into the gap between your bed and the wall as best he can, covering his face with a pillow.

You check that he’s concealed enough, turning to open the door just the slightest bit. Dylan stands in the crack.

“We have brunch at the Club in an hour, mom wanted me to ask if you invited Rafe,” he peers around you, gaze moving to behind your shoulder. “Or I could just ask him myself. Sup, Rafe?”

“Shut the fuck up, Dyl,” you whisper-shout. “Where are mom and dad? Can he sneak out the back? And don’t lie to me, or I’ll tell them about Hilton Head.”

“God, calm down. Dad’s in the garage and mom’s getting ready. Just have him go now.”

“Thanks,” you say, all but slamming the door in his face. You turn around and press your back against the door, letting out a shaky breath.

The covers rustle, and Rafe springs out of your bed to gather his things while Wilbur watches him. He always starts pouting when he notices that Rafe is putting on his hat or shoes, signs that he’s about to leave.

“We are so dead.”

“You don’t think he’ll say anything, do you? I don’t think I can sit at brunch with your dad in an hour if he knows I slept in your bed last night.”

“Not if he’s smart,” you sigh. “Want me to walk you out?”

“No, I got it. Just keep Willy in here. I’ll text you when I make it out alive. If you don’t hear from me, just assume your father murdered me,” he jokes, leaning down to give you a kiss after he slips his shoes on. “See you back here in an hour?”

“Yes, please be early. And clean shaven.”

“Yes ma’am. And don’t insult me,” he mumbles against your lips.

“Nervous?”

“Not nearly as nervous as I will be if I get caught, sweetheart. Gotta go so I have time to shower—and shave. See you in a bit.”

He gives you one last kiss before he departs, and you move to the window with Wilbur to watch him slink across the backyard, arms crossed and a fond grin on your face. He turns and blows you one last kiss before he disappears around the side of your house.

—

“Y/n, can I speak to you for a second?”

Your dad’s voice comes from his study as you pass by, checking yourself over in the entryway mirror one more time. Rafe should be here any minute.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Come sit,” he says, gesturing to one of the chairs in front of his desk. You feel the hair stand up on the back of your neck. Your dad only invited you to talk in his study if it was something serious. The last time he did was when he told you he was going to take away your Range Rover if you didn’t pull your Bs up to As your freshman year of college. You’ve had a 4.0 ever since.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything’s fine. Just wanted to talk about the new boyfriend.”

“What about him?”

“I always knew of him while the two of you were growing up. But I talked to him a bit back during Dylan’s grad week.”

As an unruly teenager and the rightful heir to his father's business, everyone in the Outer Banks knew about Rafe and his antics. Good or bad. You could even recall your mom gossiping to your dad, words passed on from Rose, about some of his more... notable incidences.

“Y-yeah, he's...” you trail off, searching for the right words to describe Rafe these days.

“Seems like a good kid,” your dad supplies.

“What did you guys talk about?”

“Business, mostly. His future and whatnot.”

“Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“No, I just wonder... are you sure about this one? When you were kids, that boy was always causing trouble. And you know your mother and I were always so proud of how you stayed in line.”

“I know,” you sigh. “But Rafe’s not a boy anymore. Just give him a chance.”

“I will,” your dad says, slapping his knees to stand up. “But I'm also gonna give him a hard time.”

“Dad, please.”

“It’s my job. Your mom gets to freak out about Dylan moving out, and I get to handle scaring every man who gets to look at you.”

The doorbell rings.

“Please. I am literally begging.”

Your dad draws a fake halo around his head, and you just roll your eyes.

The morning gets off to an even more embarrassing start as soon as Rafe crosses the threshold into your house. Wilbur jumps into his arms immediately, all ninety pounds of him, and your mom’s eyes widen.

“My goodness, he’s usually so hesitant around strangers!”

Dylan chokes on a laugh, and if you weren’t across the room you’d have elbowed him in the ribs.

“Oh, I’ve walked Wilbur by Tanneyhill before.”

“Yeah, I-I love Willy. Mrs. Y/l/n, it’s so nice to see you again,” Rafe says, effortlessly following your lead after Wilbur scampers out of his hold. He shakes your mom’s hand politely. Your dad sidles up to her then, fixing Rafe with a stare harder than you’d prefer. “Mr. Y/l/n, you as well. Thanks again, to both of you, for inviting me.”

“Good to see you, Rafe,” your dad says, a strong hand clamping onto his shoulder. “Dylan, come say hi.”

Dylan’s grin is devilish, and you're just watching on in pure horror at this point. “How have you been, Rafe? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

—

Rafe’s grinning ear to ear, hand firm on your thigh, all of the windows in his truck rolled down. He even popped the sun roof, letting you blast your playlist all the way down the road.

“Okay—I just... did that go well?”

“You did great, Rafe.”

Despite Dylan's best efforts to embarrass you two, brunch had gone really well. Your dad took a second to let his guard down, unlike your mother who was immediately gushing over him. You could practically see the wheels in her head turning, the wedding colors she'd picked for you. And your dad came around quick enough once Rafe brought up Formula 1.

Your boyfriend looks so relieved, hand even coming to feel the air pass through his fingers as he hangs his arm out the window, hand on your thigh coming back up to steady the wheel. He taps on it excitedly.

“Lowkey, feel like I nailed it, baby.”

“Okay,” you giggle, leaning over to peck his check. You pull him in with a soft hand to the other side of his face. “Let’s not get too big for our britches.”

“Oh, I’m a parent-meeting expert now. Might go into consulting.”

“You’ve perfected the sport?” you joke.

“No, no. That’s—I’ve never actually met parents before,” he admits.

“No way?”

“Way? Have you?” he asks, slight edge seeping into his tone as he pulls up to the stoplight outside of your favorite coffee spot.

“Uh... once. We weren’t even really dating yet, but they came to visit and he like, ambushed me with them at dinner. They were kinda hippies, though.”

“Yeah?” His tone is clipped as he parks his truck.

“Yeah, some guy from my comparative literature class sophomore year,” you sigh. “But, you’re the first to meet my parents.”

“Mm,” he hums, fingers tapping on your knee. That satisfies him. He gathers one of your hands in his. “You coming in?”

“Will you just get me a latte? Kinda wanna call my mom and debrief.”

He laughs, kissing your knuckles. “I’ll give you a minute, sweetheart. Oat milk?”

—

Your original plans to meet the Camerons fell through, a last minute staging emergency arising when you were all supposed to go for dinner. You’d tried not to look down while Rafe attempted in earnest to cheer you up, telling you how pretty you looked while you took out your earrings and let your hair down. He'd kissed the crown of your hair and apologized profusely, promising they would love you when they finally got to meet you.

“M’not upset.”

“Okay.” His hand stroked your back through the thick cotton of one of his old water polo sweatshirts he’d let you borrow for the night.

“I’m just really nervous about meeting them. You might’ve set the bar a little too high with my parents.”

“You just have a great family.”

“I don’t know,” you said when you finally cracked a smile. “Made it pretty far on your first try.”

“Don’t worry. They’re going to love you, sweetheart.”

You let him kiss your cheek, your forehead, your nose and chin.

“Hope so.”

“Know so.”

And Rafe had somehow convinced your father to let you go to Midsummers with his family, promising to join up for pictures and greetings later. Your dad had willingly let him, to your surprise.

The event was a big deal to Figure 8 patriarchs and matriarchs alike, always trying to outdo the other in every way, all while feigning some sense of island camaraderie. But when Rafe had set aside time at brunch to specifically ask your family for their permission to accompany you to the event, they’d been hard pressed to say no. Your family immediately accepted Rafe as your boyfriend, any lingering hesitations about his character drowned out by the equal chances of your personal happiness and the heightening of their social and business profiles.

But he’d still come to your house to pick you up, ready to greet your parents in the foyer once again.

He takes one look at you in that blush pink dress, hair, makeup and jewelry all done up this time around, daisy flower crown in place, and flicks his eyes around his surroundings. Your father and Dylan were nowhere in sight, and your mother was busy fixing her earrings in the hall. He takes to your side immediately, a kiss to the side of your head followed by his lips pressing against your ear. “I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

With the high from those words, you ride in his truck to Midsummers, nerves never dissipating no matter how many reassurances he speaks across the summer air streaming in through the vehicle. “Remember, they’re gonna love you.”

He helps you down from his truck so you can focus on keeping your dress off the ground, assuring you for the fiftieth time that Rose is going to like your headpiece.

“Miss Y/l/n, how lovely to see you again you at last,” Ward sighs, sounding somewhat fond. “Rafe’s been talking my ear off about this, meeting you again even though we’ve already met. Sorry we couldn’t make it work earlier.”

“No worries, Mr. Cameron. Thank you so much for inviting me to tag along with your family at Midsummers. You as well, Mrs. Cameron. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you! And of course,” Rose says, bringing you in for a hug, one you definitely were not expecting.“You’re out in California, aren’t you?”

“Yes, home for the summer.”

“That’s a long way from here,” Ward says. His eyes flicker to Rafe. “Long way from Georgia. Shorter, but still a long way.”

“Dad, c’mon,” Rafe cuts in, and you can feel his hand gripping the back of your dress:

“He’s just stating the obvious, Rafe,” Rose intervenes.

“Yeah, it is far,” you agree. Rafe’s head whips around back to you.

“We’re figuring it out,” he says. To anyone else in the vicinity, he probably sounds confident and self assured. But you know Rafe, and you can look into his eyes and see that he’s not. That if he weren’t in front of his entire family, trying earnestly to impress his father, he’d have said: ‘we’re gonna figure it out, right?’

“I’m sure things will work out the way they’re meant to,” Ward says after a lapse in conversation. “One way or another.”

“Let’s get some photos so we can all enter and the two of you can run off,” Rose says immediately after, giving neither of you the time to say anything else.

You do your best to shake off Ward’s comment as the four of you join up with the Cameron daughters, plus Sarah’s boyfriend, John B. After posing for what felt like hours, the photographer asks you and John B to hop out so they can take some family pictures, the two of you swiping up a couple of Old Fashioneds from the bar. You have to assure Rafe twice that you’ll be okay for ten minutes on your own.

“First time meeting Ward?” Sarah’s boyfriend asks, leaned up against the bar like he owns the place.

“Er—of course not,” you say, like it’s obvious. But of course John B knew nothing about Figure 8 social circles. “Just the first time as Rafe’s girlfriend.”

“Yeah, you look nervous,” he admits, chuckling when your mouth drops open. “It’s not too obvious, I just know because—been in your shoes.”

You should be insulted that the teenager compares his and Sarah’s relationship with yours and Rafe’s, but you know he isn’t being malicious. You see nothing but kindness in his eyes. And it’s nice to have somewhat of a teammate in this situation, the two of you standing by while one of the most powerful families in Kildare poses together in their finest outfits.

Rafe looks hot in his grey suit, especially with the pocket square he’d agonized over for weeks before you gifted him one that was hand sewn from the extra material where your dress had been hemmed. Monogrammed, of course.

You’d decided to go with his initials, since it was going to him after all. But your stomach gets fluttery if you think about the expression on his face when he’d received it, telling you that you should’ve put yours on it instead. “That way everyone will know I’m yours.”

Turning back to John B, you can’t imagine how he must have felt the first time he was invited into all of this. It intimidated even you, and you’re pretty sure John B was friends with the boy who delivered your family’s groceries every week.

“Any tips?”

“You’re way better off than I was, first of all,” he laughs. “But he’s really only scary when it’s one-on-one. He cares too much about this appearance of a perfect family to make digs in front of an audience.”

You nod. “That’s actually really good advice, John B.”

“Don’t sound so surprised, kook.” He clinks his glass against yours, promptly throwing the entire drink back as you watch and laugh. “That’s another tip. Drink whenever you can.”

“I’m familiar with that one.”

It's intimidating entering the event, a little after everyone else has arrived. Rafe told you that was by design—the Camerons could never be earlier than fashionably late. You always assumed you and Rafe were raised with similar pedigrees, but you're barely through the doors of the event before you realize that's not entirely true. Up until the last millisecond, Rose is fussing with Sarah and Wheezie's gowns, the older daughter making eye contact with you and rolling her eyes at her step-mother's antics. And Ward brushes Rafe's shoulders off more times than you can count, straightening his bow tie for him repeatedly. Rafe just places his hand on your back, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “You ready?”

You smile up at him, but your nerves are firmly settled in at this point. What you reply isn’t completely true. “Of course.”

—

You take John B’s advice, of course, and choose Kelce as your designated drinking buddy for the night. He was hard to keep up with, but you threw your inhibitions to the wind after you got meeting the Camerons out of the way. Plus, Rafe had more business to attend to than he’d let on, and you were getting pretty bored. Not too long ago he would’ve been right beside the rest of you, causing trouble and borderline embarrassing all of your parents. It was weird to see him walking around, shaking hands and rubbing elbows. He’d invited you into a few conversations, you trying your hardest not to simply watch him in awe.

You’re engaged in some strange dance battle with Kelce when he stacks his drink into yours, both empties at this point. “Your turn to get a round.”

“Boo,” you sigh, throwing your head back. “What d’you want?”

“Surprise me.”

“Aye aye.”

You’re turning on a shaky high heel, and you have to give yourself a little mental pep talk to straighten up. Of course you can, though.

“What can I get you, miss?” the barkeep asks.

“Vodka press, Tito’s, and a Jack and coke. Double Jack. Actually—single. Thanks,” you murmur, trying to fish a ten out of your clutch.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got the tip for this one,” a voice says next to you. Ward Cameron is sidling up next to you, sliding a fifty across the counter. Your eyes widen at the tip, trying not to be embarrassed as the bartender sets the drinks down in front of you.

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Cameron.”

“Ah, call me Ward.” He flicks his eyes back to the bartender, who quickly pockets the tip and makes himself scarce to give the two of you some privacy. You can’t help but think of John B’s warning: ‘he’s really only scary when it’s one-on-one.’ There’s no point in even trying seek out Rafe, you knowing full well you’re expected to stay rooted to the spot until Ward dismisses you. “Having a good time?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “It’s always fun to come back out here for this.”

“So, California to Georgia,” he whistles. “That’s probably a five hour flight, at least.”

“Yeah, um,” you take a minute to make sure your flower crown is perfectly in place. “It’s actually two.”

“Excuse me?”

“Two flights. From his school to mine. Rafe checked, he said there’s nothing direct,” you clarify.

Ward let’s out an indifferent chuckle. “Of course he did.”

Your eyebrow furrows because you don’t know what to say, turning to look at where your drinks are starting to melt. Kelce would be wondering where you are by now if he wasn’t three sheets to the wind. And where the hell was Rafe?

“Y/n, as far as I can tell, you are a nice girl. I just need to make sure we’re on the same page about one thing.”

Your heartbeat that hadn’t really settled since Ward approached you is picking up again, and you really wish Rafe had been the least bit more concerned about where you were at this moment.

“Um, I-I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”

“I'm don’t know how serious you two are, Y/n, but I know my son. He's clearly very invested in pursuing you.”

Your resolve crumbles a little at that, your heart warming, thinking about Ward noticing something like that.

“But Rafe needs to be committed to finishing this degree so he can come home and start learning the ropes next year. And in four years, Sarah will do the same. Then Louisa after her.”

“Wow, that’s so lucky for you—that they all want to go into the family business,” you praise, not really knowing what else to say. It must be the wrong thing, because Ward just quirks an eyebrow.

“In this family, our business will always come first. Before anything and anyone else. Do you see what I’m getting at?”

You swallow, catching on to where this is going for the first time. You still go for playing dumb.

“Ward, I really don't think I understand.”

“But you do, don't you? You know Rafe. He’s a bit emotional, he’s a ‘feeler,’” Ward says sarcastically, putting it in air quotes. All of the niceties you experienced earlier when you first greeted Rafe’s family were long gone. You can only gather that it was all an act for Rafe’s benefit. But you know the only option is to sit there and take it. “He thinks with his heart, never enough with his head. Sarah, for example—when it’s time for her to cut that pogue lose, which it will be soon enough, I know she will. Whether it’s my decision or her’s. I can count on that, because she’s just like me in that respect; she knows we have to make sacrifices. But Rafe—I don’t think I can make that same assumption about him.”

“Ward, with all due respect, Rafe is really focused on the business.”

“You're correct, and I’ve worked hard to get him there. Which is why I can't have him spending his senior year of college, when he should be buckled down, traveling back and forth from California and getting distracted from his future by some girl.”

“Mr. Cameron, I would never—”

“You know that it’s true. I can tell you’re bright. You come from a great family.” It’s a compliment and an insult all at once. He likes you because of your father’s business and your mother’s social status, not because of what you do for Rafe, or what you have to show for yourself. He continues like it was nothing but the highest praise. “But right now, you are across the country from him, and I can bet he’s determined to make that work, no matter what it takes. Which I obviously can’t have,” Ward sighs. “It’s just not the right time. You can understand that, can't you?”

You nod numbly and pick up your drinks, hoping he’ll get the signal to wrap this up soon. You’re at the point where you can’t listen to this anymore, liquid courage re-flooding your veins.

“I’m not asking you to stay away from him, because you’re both adults,” Ward says, stopping you with a hand on your shoulder. “But I’m asking you to think long and hard about what’s best for the both of you. Rafe already knows what’s expected of him. He’s always known.”

You look back towards the crowd under the gazebo, able to make out John B of all people. He sees you talking to Ward, shooting you the most subtle thumbs up he can muster. He has no idea. You don’t take the chance to nod at him, turning back to the bar.

“Say the two of you let it go for the school year,” Ward bulldozes, taking a step closer to you. “And you end up back here too, great. But even then Rafe’s going to be working all the time, the longest hours he ever will in his life. For the next few years, Y/n. You’re so young—are you really going to tie yourself down to a commitment like that? What about your future?”

In a tone you hope comes across as confident, you say, “I really appreciate your concern, Ward.”

Ward's perfectly white teeth are pulling into an even more perfect grin, and the sight makes you sick.

“Great. I'm glad we had this talk.” He pats you on the back, leaving first before you get the chance to.

You just shuffle through the crowd numbly, not even reacting when someone steps on your toe, taking it all in stride as you seek the comfort of your friends once again.

You were foolish to think Ward would warm up to you immediately, or at all. You had been way too confident in yourself, especially after witnessing the wear working for his father had on Rafe. ‘He’s not an easy man to please.’ How could you be so naive, thinking you could coast by on your charm?

You’re a few feet away when you notice that Topper had joined up with Kelce again, as had your boyfriend. He’s joking with them, amused at the way Topper is clearly almost done tolerating Kelce’s drunken antics, but you stand and watch for a bit as he scans the crowd, gaze flickering toward the bar you’d just been at. You realize he’s looking for you when he finally spots you, his face relaxing as the two of you make eye contact.

“There you are.” He pulls you in close, kissing your forehead. You want to cry. “Where’d you run off to? One of those for me?”

He’s gesturing to the drinks you’re holding, reaching for the darker of the two. But Kelce is swooping in, snatching it out of your hold quickly. “Nope,” he pops the ‘p.’ “This one’s all mine. Sorry Cameron. Thanks Y/n/n.”

Rafe just rolls his eyes at the two of you, eyes lingering on your face when he notices your fallen expression. He sets your other drink down on the high top table you’re all standing next to, pulling you in by your hips. “You okay?”

If you had a choice right now, about how to proceed with telling or not telling Rafe about what had just happened, your instincts compel you to bypass the decision process altogether; you paint a careful smile on your face, shaking your head slightly. “Yeah, all good. Just zoned out for a sec.”

He isn’t convinced. “Tired?”

“Maybe a little. Kinda drunk. Are we leaving soon?” you ask, melting into him. It’s a lot easier to handle his tone of voice when you don’t have to look him directly in the eye.

“I vote yes,” Topper says, gesturing towards Kelce, who is somehow sucking down his new drink at an alarming pace while continuing to dance to the oldies tunes they play at these things. “Like, right now. Rafe, you’re hanging back right?”

You look back up at your boyfriend in confusion. “You’re not coming with us?”

He bite his lip in contemplation, looking around the party. The twinkly lights reflect off of his pupils, making him look starry-eyed as he surveys the crowd. A sea of opportunities to prove himself to his father. Rafe looks resolved when he turns back to you.

“Well... I was gonna stay, wrap up some stuff,” he explains. His eyes flicker across your face, still not pleased with your expression. “But that’s okay, I’m good to go now.”

“No, Rafe,” you say immediately. You take a deep breath, rolling back your shoulders and painting on a smile that comes easily with years of experience at parties like this. “Stay, I’ll go ahead. How long will you be?”

“An hour, tops. Will you take her?” Rafe looks hesitant, still taking your green light anyway, already slowly extracting himself from your hold, Topper rolling his eyes but nodding and beginning to corral Kelce toward the exit.

“I can’t believe you’re making me babysit two of them.”

“Don’t let her drink too much.”

“Hey,” you protest, pushing him in his chest half heartedly. The push barely does anything, only proving your impaired motor skills further. Or that you're dating a tree. “What are you, a cop?”

“I’m your boyfriend, actually.”

“Really? When did that happen?” you decide to play along, picking up your drink again.

“‘Bout a month ago, Y/l/n,” he says softly. He can see right through you, can tell you're putting on a show for all of your friends but you're still not okay. You have to break eye contact.

“Hmm, for some reason I thought you were just this guy from middle school.”

“At least this time nobody spilled on your dress,” he teases half-heartedly, and the memory only hurts you more. “Not sure I’d wanna sacrifice this one.”

“Can you—you guys are the worst. Focus. We need to go now, before Kelce gets his entire family blacklisted from the club. You coming or not, Y/n/n?” Topper begs.

You’re nodding, leaning up to give Rafe one last kiss before you leave. He holds you close to him with a firm hand on your back, voice dropping to a whisper right next to your ear. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

The lump in your throat is growing, but you push through, lowering yourself back down to your feet as soon as you can. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. Focus on the rest of your night.”

Rafe still looks unsure, his hand resting on the nape of your neck as he kisses your forehead. “Y/n—”

“We’ll talk about it later, okay?” you finally admit. Rafe nods curtly, can tell you’re not going to let him leave with you right now. But he doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know that if you pull him away from his responsibilities right after that talk you had with Ward, it’s going to spell disaster for the two of you.

“Just some business stuff, alright?” he assures you. “I’ll see you soon. Forty-five minutes.”

“Promise?” you murmur, fiddling with his pocket square. He smiles down at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Promise. You look so pretty. Half an hour. Now go.”

Topper’s guiding you towards the parking lot with a polite hand on your back, but you have to watch Rafe as you leave. You watch him approach his dad, who gives him a smile and a pat on the back. Rafe preens under his gaze.

But Ward must have been watching you two from afar because his gaze is flickering back to you, and he fixes you with a hard stare. He raises his eyebrows, bringing his drink to his lips. Taking a leisurely sip, hint of a smirk on his face. You can practically hear his thoughts: ‘Rafe chose to stay here with me, with the business, and sent you off with his friends.’ It’s everything in you to not let the tears that have been building on your waterline spill over. But your friend isn’t easily fooled.

“Y’alright, Y/n?” Topper says from beside you, trusting Kelce enough to walk on his own as you all near the parking lot. He moves to follow your gaze but you stop him, quickening your pace towards his gray Jeep. “Did something happen?”

“Ward Cameron happened.”

———

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