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[saradika]

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[fordo-wifey]

Hey hey! Hope you’re having a great day. 🥰 I was wondering if you could write some headcanons or a drabble about the Bad Batch holding their newborn baby for the first time? Ty and have a lovely holiday!

Hey! What's up beautiful! I am having a wonderful day, but how was your day? Anyway, onto the stories!!!!

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The Bad Batchers First Time Holding Their Newborn!

Rating: G for General Audience

Pairing: Hunter x OC, Crosshair x OC, Wrecker x OC, Echo x OC and Tech x OC

Tags: Babies, Birth Scenes, Fluff, mentions of cigarettes, Not Beta Read (We Dead Like Men)

Hunter

Hunter paced the hall that was just outside of the makeshift delivery room, his thoughts wild with worry, listening as the woman he loved cried out for him, forcing him to stop in his tracks as he approached the door that was locked from the inside. Rolling his right hand into a fist, he slammed it against the cool durasteel that made up the door, cursing under his breath as the sudden sound of a cry rung out from the other side. Frozen in place as Kyla, the mother of his child cried out one last time before the doors were opened, where he rushed across the room, passing the droid that stood between Kyla, the newborn, and himself. Kyla reached out in tears, as the smell of blood and other bodily fluids fill Hunters nose, forcing a grunt as he held her hand.

The two took a moment before Hunter turned his attention to the newborn that cried out as the droids gently places the younglying into a cart.

“Is, is it alright?” He asks, his voice unsure.

“The infant is healthy,” The droid said as it turned away from the cart, allowing Hunter to approach. “It’s a girl, if you were wondering.” It said as it returned to the mother, who fell silent at the sight of Hunter.

“Dara,” The name slipped from his lips, a name the two had fought over until now. “It fits her well.”

“I agree, Hunter.” Kyla said with a weak smile.

Hands resting on the edge of the cart, his eyes softened at the sight of his slightly chunky newborn daughter that had settled down, once being wrapped in a blanket.

“She’s beautiful.”

Crosshair

Laying with his head thrown back, his folded across his chest as he lingered between sleep and awake. Unable to sleep following the birth of his son, who he had named after his Mandalorian trainer, Kad. Crosshair moved his head back, staring at Zena that had placed a towel over their son, who was feeding right under it. He huffed, a part of him was jealous but another part of him wanted to hold his son, as he was away on a mission rotations earlier.

“Do you want to hold Kad?” Zena asks, her smile warm as always.

Rolling an unlit cigarette between his lips, raising from his seat by the bed and with a few steps following that. He stood looking over his son that was sucking on Zena’s nipple, his white hair was like that of Crosshairs, who in some way hoped he wouldn’t.

“He’s all full, but be careful with him,” Zena warned, a small smile growing on her lips as she hands their son over. “He might puke, so watch out.”

Crosshair nods, though he is uneasy holding his newborn son who only smiled up at him.

Tech

“He is finally asleep,” Tech says as he enters the master bedroom, where is his partner, Lissa laid nearly half asleep herself. “Get some rest, I can handle him.”

“I didn’t think Hugo was going to be this…” She drifts off, leaving Tech with only a half thought as she settles in their large bed.

Pushing up his glasses as he turned on the heels of his feet, head down the short hall and back into Hugo’s room where he slept soundly.

Allowing Tech, a moment of peace as he heads over to the crib, looking over the railing at his son who was still small. Something Tech was sure he was at the time of his own birth back on Kamino, but as soon as the thought had entered his mind, the infant stirred awake leaving him with no other choice but to carefully pick up his son and hold him close to his heart.

Wrecker

Wrecker stood just outside their family home, on the small island that he was sure was safe for his newborn daughter. Who only cooed, and smiled up at the giant man that would do anything to keep her protected.

“She needs to sleep babe,” Sabe, the woman that had joined them towards the end of the Clone Wars, and much to Wreckers enjoyment, the three headed for the shared bed. “Be careful not to roll onto her.”

“AHA! I won’t do that, beautiful!”

Echo

“I love them,” Echo said with one breath, eyes tearing up as his hand reached out to gently rub the cheek of his daughter before his gaze shifts to his son, that had started to cry. “I won’t ever leave them alone.”

Jaina smiled as she approached him, they stare at their product of love, and before the doors hissed open to reveal the rest of the team. She spoke. “I know you won’t, Echo, they’ll always love you, and I know you’ll do everything in your power to be there for them.

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Deserved

Pairing: Crosshair x Gen!Reader

Summary: Crosshair wakes up next to you.

Warnings: None. A lil’ fluff. A lil’ angst. Spoilers for S3.

WC: 300

A/N: I have so many feelings after the season premiere! Crosshair is making me act up. I wrote this little drabble bc I love him. Enjoy!

Crosshair opened his eyes, expecting to see the dark durasteel ceiling of his cell.

As his eyes focused in the early morning light, he quickly realized he was somewhere else. The pillow beneath his head was soft. His back was comfortable on a mattress, not in pain from the hard cot he spent his sleeping and waking hours on in the detainment facility.

A soft sound broke the silence, and Crosshair turned his head.

You were asleep, peaceful and beautiful, your chest slowly rising with each breath.

That’s right. He was here. With you.

Crosshair let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He could feel the familiar panic and anxiety in his gut fading. Seeing you next to him brought him back to reality.

Crosshair slowly lifted a hand, ever so gently brushing his fingers across your cheek.

You smiled, mumbling his name, but didn’t wake.

Your skin was warm and soft. You grounded him.

His fingers trembled slightly, but not from his anguished memories. His hands have steadied ever since being with you, though not fully gone.

Instead, they trembled with emotion. How could someone so perfect, so forgiving, so strong, be next to him every morning when he wakes.

He still didn’t think he deserves this, or deserves you.

He knows it’s a stupid thought, but Crosshair is still amazed daily that you continue to stand by him.

Crosshair had accepted his fate, ready to die in the Empire’s grasp, to rot away in a cell as they took what they needed from him.

All it took was someone to believe in him. Omega didn’t give up on him. Neither did his brothers. Neither did you.

Crosshair pressed his lips to your forehead, shifting himself closer to you, to feel your body fully against his.

You wrapped your arms around him, uttering something before nuzzling into his chest, quickly falling back to sleep.

Crosshair closed his eyes, focusing on both of your breathing. Crosshair felt himself slipping into a dream, a pleasant one filled with your warmth. His last thought before succumbing to sleep was maybe he did deserve this. Maybe it was time to forgive himself.

But that could wait until later. Right now, he just wanted to be held by you.

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[daisies-daydreams]

Thanks for doing my requests!! I really love reading your posts c:

Wanted to ask if you could write something with König x reader, where he tries to surprise us by taking off his mask for the first time but we walk past him not realizing it’s him at first glance

I wonder if he would be heartbroken or too shocked to react for a couple of minutes LOL

Header Credit: @ave661

Pairing: König x F!Reader Category: Fluff (with a teeny tiny bit of angst) Warnings: Mentions of body insecurities/scars Word Count: 600+

A/N: Hello again! Thank you so much for your request! I thought of a few scenarios in my head for this one, but I hope you enjoy the one I chose!

König cracked a wry grin as he strolled out of the locker rooms. It was typical for you to show up late for your daily workout routine with him…something he’d use to his advantage. Several people eyed him as he scanned the gym, only to find that you were still nowhere in sight. The Colonel smirked before making his way towards the weights.

He whistled to himself as he plucked two dumbbells from the rack. König glanced at his reflection in the mirror before quickly turning his head, a bitter taste lingering on his tongue at the large scar across his cheek. He shook his head before taking a deep breath. The giant man grunted as he flexed his arms, his muscles bulging as he looked around for you while he did his reps.

Still nothing.

König finished his routine and sighed before someone suddenly bumped into him.

“Oops! Sorry about that,” you said as you looked him dead in the eye. König’s mouth quickly became dry as you quickly turned your back to him and made your way towards the treadmills. The giant man blinked.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to tease him, so surely you must’ve recognized him by his build...or at least his eyes…right?

“…Sir? Sir, are you alright?” a stranger asked as they tapped his shoulder. König flinched and spun around, causing the stranger to gasp and back away. “S-Sorry, you were just standing here for a few minutes,” they gulped. König’s shoulders tightened as he flared his nostrils. Christ, a few minutes? He gave the person a quick nod before making his way towards you.

The Colonel puffed out his chest a little as he approached the treadmill you were jogging on. You glanced up from your phone, your brows knitting together as you plucked out your earbuds.

“Do you need something?” you asked with a puzzled look as you stopped the machine. König felt his chest tighten as you continued to stare at him. He frowned.

“Hase...don't you recognize your own Colonel?” he asked as he clenched his fists. He saw the gears turning in your head before your eyes grew as wide as dinner plates. The man watched you with his icy blue eyes as you suddenly put your phone down. His breath hitched when you cupped cup his scarred face in your warm hands. You tilted his head side to side, eyes lingering on his crooked nose. He sighed as you smoothed your thumb over his massive scar.

“König?” you murmured. The Austrian couldn't help but smile as he gave a short nod.

“Ja,” he replied. Your face softened as your hands slid back to your side.

“I was starting to wonder when I'd get to finally get to see you,” you beamed. He suddenly felt a subtle lump swell in his throat.

“So...what do you think?” König asked, his voice wavering slightly like it used to when he was a young schoolboy. There was a sparkle in your eye as the corners of your mouth turned up even more.

“You're exactly how I pictured you...beautiful," you murmured. König’s cheeks flushed as he smiled, his heart feeling as if it were about to burst.

"Danke," he replied.

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When Captain Rex has a cameo...

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[hellhound5925]

Nicknames

Here I am..back again with my nicknames head canon but this time….drum roll please…thank you… this thirst trap is brought to you by Crosshair. Enjoy!

Warning: Smutty smut smutting smut

Crosshair

When I first said 'Crossy', he acted like he didn't hear me and didn't comment on it. The second time I said it, he definitely heard it and just stood there eyeing me, sending a rather unpleasant message. Third time I could tell he was really irritated and for a moment I thought he was going to comment. However, he just huffs a sigh and walks away. I won't lie...I like pushing his buttons.

But the fourth time...he was definitely seeing red. "Don't call me that" he snaps. A Devilish grin spreads across my face. "Okay Crossy." Taking 3 large steps he's now directly in front of me. Grabbing my jaw, he tilts my head up towards his face. "I said.....Don't. Call me. That." As he flips his toothpick between his teeth, his breath fans over my face stirring something inside me. I'm not sure why I did what comes next or where it came from but something about him getting in my space like that.... His hand still ahold of my jaw, I lean a little closer, closing the distance between us "What exactly are you going to do about it? Crossy?"

Something about the way I challenged him sparked something I've never seen in his eyes...lust?

Taking the toothpick out of his mouth, he leans in and kisses me so deeply, pushing me into the durasteel wall. Using his body he pins me there and I let out a soft moan. Pulling away, he looks me in the eye, panting heavily. He inches closer "My vode (Brothers) never hear it. It's for me... and me only...Understand?"

My breath hitches in my throat, all I can do is nod. He continues to kiss me hungrily, taking one hand and aggressively pulling my shirt down over my shoulder, making it more accessible. He moves down and sucks a hicky I know will be deep purple. "Kirff Crossy." He growls quietly before biting down on the spot and soothing it with his tongue.

He leans away with a smirk on his face. Grabbing his wrist, I pull his hand up towards my face and bite the tip of his glove before pulling it off. The glove dangles between my teeth and we make eye contact. His pupils blown wide, I drop the glove and he offers me the other. This time, I curl my tongue around his finger before grabbing the glove between my teeth and pulling it off. Roughly he pulls my shirt off before picking me up and walking me over to the bed, practically throwing me on it before crawling over me.

He huffs out a low lusty chuckle "...you think you can push my buttons and get away with it?" he traces his fingertips over down my neck, between my breasts, and down past my stomach. The sound that leaves my lips is almost unrecognizable even to me, feral and desperate. It only seems to egg him on. He makes eye contact with me, while aggressively pulling of my bottom layers. I can feel the vibration of his growl from deep in his chest, between my thighs while he kisses and bites at the skin on my hips.

The pressure in my core is too much too breath. He seems to notice and picks his head up before making his way back towards my face. I swallow hard and bite my lip to prevent any sound from escaping my mouth - he’s enjoying my suffering too much. “Beg for it” his voice is harsh. “Please Crossy…I need you…” my simple plea sends him over the edge. The mind numbing, skin on skin contact with him sends my pleasure center into overdrive.

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[vodika-vibes]

So, I wrote all of the stories that I'm going to write today, but @maybethatfanfictionwriter has Dogma running circles around my mind, so have a Dogma.

This isn't his kind of place. The loud thumping music, the press of too many hot sweaty bodies "dancing" to the music that was only giving him a headache. But, he lost a bet, so here he is. Dogma grimaces as someone drunk stumbles into his personal space, and he's forced to catch him before he got trampled, and got a face full of rancid whiskey breath for his troubles. "Try to loosen up, vod." Fives says as he claps him on the shoulder, "You might have some fun." "I highly doubt that." Dogma replies dryly, but he might as well have been talking to the wall, with as much attention Fives is paying him. He's not...He's not Fives or Jesse or Rex. He doesn't ooze charm or sex appeal. Even Tup has a better chance of finding someone here than he does. In fact, Dogma's fairly certain that Tup actually met his girl here. Dogma sighs silently and mentally starts counting down the amount of time before he can leave without being seen as rude. Never mind the fact that his own brothers probably don't even remember that he's here. He's surprised when she approaches him. She's smaller than him, which isn't really saying much, a lot of people are smaller than the clones after all, and her hair is dyed about 6 different colors, and is pinned out of her eyes with a flower hairpin. It's cute, and he doesn't really realize that he said it out loud until she beams at him, "Oh! Thank you!" She lightly touches the flower, and then drops her hand to fiddle with the hem of her sleeve, "I made it." "Yeah?" "Yeah. It's...uh...it's kind of my thing. Making jewelry and hair pieces." She explains, "I'm not very popular, but my friends like my work." Her smile is kind of nervous, "I probably won't ever get rich from it-" "Well, money isn't everything, right." Dogma replies with a shrug, "After all, I don't get paid at all." She tucks some of her hair behind her ear, but it falls right back into her face, and Dogma realizes that that must be a nervous tick of hers. "Um, yeah. I had heard that." She says, "It's not really fair, I don't think, but...um...no one really cares about what I think." Dogma speaks without thinking, "Legally, I'm no one. And I'd like to hear what you think." He wants her to keep talking to him, no matter the subject matter. She smiles at him, warm and bright, and Dogma's breath catches in his throat. "Can I buy you a drink?" He smiles at her, "I'd like that."

[saradika-graphics]

Hey! I was just wondering if you could do something with Zoro. If you, of course, watched the live action show. Like a Master list or banners or dividers? If not, that's totally fine my dude!

@maybethatfanfictionwriter

Hi! I can do that (I haven’t watched the live action yet but when I used to read, Zoro was my fave!) - I hope you like these! 💕 I tried some different styles (including just a plain header) & added his swords as dividers too, haha 💖 @maybethatfanfictionwriter

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[cloneloverrrrr]

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[saradika]

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Hi! I really admire your creativity! Reading through your Masterlist, you have such a awesome ideas for your wips and such an impressive range of characters you write for. And really cool to see what OCs you have! That takes such talent!

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[fordo-wifey]

Sneak peek of a Sev fic

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD and pregnancy ~Slice of Life~

Tags: Original Female Character, Slight OOC Sev

Summary:

A soldier's duty is to protect those they love, and Sev was no different when it came to his new family which was steadily growing as years passed. Lingering thoughts of his brothers often cause him to grow quiet, but when the Empire arrives on the planet he calls home, he is met with the reality of the new galaxy.

The sound of blaster fire fills Sev’s ears, as the droids keep coming with no end in sight, the coms going wild before the sound of a buzz cuts through the noise following the sound of doors opening and the voice of a man that he dreaded to hear. “Dikut, I said to shoot the droids, not the walls…” The Mandalorian says before punching Sev, knocking the air out of his lungs before his brothers could say a word….

The sudden feeling of air leaving his lungs, causes him to shoot up from his lying position gasping for air as sweat collected on his brow. Moving the heavy blanket off of him, swinging his feet off the bed and onto the cold wooden floor that made up the three bedroom cabin, that sat in the middle of the woods. His scars that cover his back tell stories of a hard life, but at the sudden touch of a hand he was brought back to his reality, turning his head to the woman that brought his children into the world. A soft smile forms on his lips as she hums softly, a hint of tiredness mixes in with the tune she sang.

“It’s okay,” She says now sitting up, the blanket falling off her stomach that was growing as the days pass. “We are here for you, the boys and myself.”

His dark eyes soften at sight of his pregnant wife, a redhead that he had met by chance in the market one fine summer, when he had first landed on the planet but something tugged at his heart and mind. Remaining quiet for a short time, as her words gave him some since of comfort, but his uncertainty overcomes him and he stands. The chill of the room causes goosebumps to form on his tan skin, causing him to rub his arms trying to warm them. He heads for the dresser that sat under the window that over looked the backyard that was covered by snow.

“I’ll check on the boys, then I’ll cut the wood for the fire but stay in bed, I don’t want you getting hurt or worse.” His tone was firm, almost like an order was give to the woman that only huffed at his words.

“—The doctor is overacting, so I fell on my back, its not like the baby was hurt. I just need to be more careful when I go get more firewood.”

“You are close to giving birth, this is something I am not willing to let slide,” He says as he finishes getting dressed, putting on his boots that had seen better days. “You will stay in bed until I say otherwise and that’s final.”

She huffs, knowing better than to argue with the stubborn man.

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[starrylothcat]

Bestie!!! Idk if you're still taking these but if you are, may I please request "you taste like heaven" or "let me stay like this in you for a little bit. " with our beloved Captain Rex?

Heaven

Pairing: Captain Rex x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Smut. Female receiving cunnilingus. A lil teasing/edging. Need I say more? ;)

WC: 490

A/N: I bestow this self indulgent work upon thee 🙇🏻‍♀️. I’m having fun with these naughty prompts, ya’ll are serving up some juicy thots. Enjoy my friend 🥰

When Rex finally lowered his mouth to your desperately wet cunt, you couldn’t hold back the deprived sound that left your lips.

Rex had been teasing you for what felt like hours, kissing and lavishing your inner thighs, barely brushing his lips and fingers over your needy pussy, never giving you what you truly wanted.

You were a quivering, sweaty mess, your words barely coherent as you begged him for more.

Rex let out a pleasured grunt, not able to keep up his Captain charade much longer as he tasted what you were offering him.

Rex languidly circled his skilled tongue around your entrance, still teasing as he gently sucked on your clit.

You writhed, crying out, needing him to give you more.

“Rex…” You panted, not caring how desperate you sounded. “Please…”

Rex hummed into your folds, wanting to draw this out a little longer.

“The longer I take, the more you’ll cum on my tongue.” He locked eyes with you, taking his mouth off your sex momentarily to huskily whisper his desire, before licking a long, slow stripe up your cunt. “It will be worth it, I promise, mesh’la.”

You were white-knuckling the sheets now, sounds you weren’t sure you’d ever made before ripped from your throat, unsure how much longer you could take his teasing.

“R-Rex…” You were so close, teetering on the edge of implosion, almost delirious with want.

Rex must have decided you’ve finally had enough, latching on to your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue in the most delicious, mind-shattering rhythm that hurled you over the edge.

You didn’t care that you were sobbing, your body tensing and toes curling, pleasure so extreme and white-hot you thought you may never come back down from this heaven.

Rex held down your spasming body, working you through the endless waves of ecstasy as you thrashed under his hold.

Rex was right, his face was soaked from your release, feeling it drip down your thighs as he tried to lap up every drop.

You finally settled, gasping for air, voice hoarse and boneless on the bed as Rex gently kissed your folds. Satiated, he climbed up on top of you, gazing down, proud of his work.

“You taste like heaven, mesh’la.” He dropped his mouth to yours, giving you a taste of the nectar he pulled from you. “Told you it would be worth it.”

You could barely speak, your body still thrumming from your intense climax, grasping at his short buzz, needing him close.

You were finally able to string together a coherent sentence, your desire re-igniting as you felt his rock-hard cock press against your soaked thigh.

You brought your lips to his ear, his ragged breath hot on your cheek.

“Now it’s my turn to get a taste of heaven, Captain.”

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[daisies-daydreams]

High stamina König x insatiable fem reader? Would love a drabble of this one!

Pairing: König x F!Reader

Category: Pure Smut (18+)

Warnings: Unprotected P in V (You Know the Drill), Creampies, Overstimulation, Clit Play, Missionary, Doggy Style, Breeding Kink, Swearing

Word Count: 500+

A/N: You have no idea how much fun I had writing this one. 🤭😏 I hope you enjoy!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You were a panting, moaning mess, a string of drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth as your lover pistoned his girthy shaft inside your tight cunt. Your bodies were soaked with sweat, the sheets completely drenched in your spit, sweat, and cum. The headboard of the bed clacked against the wall as he gripped your bruised waist.

“I love how well you take my cock, Hase,” König hissed between gritted teeth as he sank his dick into your fluttering pussy. The sounds were downright pornographic, each thrust of his hips drawing a loud, wet squelch from your cum-stuffed sex. “My little fuck bunny, ja?” he moaned into your ear as he plunged his cock deep inside your gummy canal, his cum from his previous releases spilling out and soaking the sheets below. You shivered as he swiped his warm, wet tongue across You whined when he slowed, the tip of his heavy cock flush against your cervix.

“Say it, say you’re my little fuck bunny,” König growled as he pressed the pad of his thick thumb against your tender button. You arched your spine as he rubbed circles around your puffy bundle of nerves, your legs trembling at his sides as you mewled.

“I-I’m your little fuck bunny!” you cried out as you squeezed his dick. König flashed you a wide smirk before suddenly snapping his hips forward, your jaw going slack as he rammed his cock against your cervix.

“Yes-oh, you’re such a good girl,” the Austrian’s breath hitched as his length twitched inside. He released a deep, guttural groan as his fifth load filled you to the brim, his cum bubbling and dripping between your flushed bodies.

“K-König!” you screamed as you dug your nails into his back, your hips snapping forward to meet his. You shivered as another wave of pleasure crashes over you, your bliss so intoxicating you swore you were about to faint.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” he grunted as he shallowly thrusted his cock a few more times. You whimpered as it began to soften inside your stretched out cunt. König tilted his head as you ground down on his dick, desperately trying to spear yourself.

“Another round? Already?” he clicked his tongue as his eyes glowed with a primal hunger…a silent need:

Fill. Fill. Fill.

You nodded, soft moans and babbles falling from your swollen lips as his girth stroked your walls. König sighed as he rubbed his palms over your hips before suddenly flipping you over onto your stomach, his cock still plugged inside your wet heat. Your heart raced as you clutched the bedsheets when he leaned over you, his front pressing against your back.

“Well, if you’re going to fuck like a bunny, I might as well breed you like one,” König husked.

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[thecoffeelorian]

Please, please, PLEASE let there be no:

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[hellhound5925]

Hey friends! (18+)

Part three of the Tattoos series will be out today I promise! ❤️‍🔥

I have thoroughly enjoyed the reactions I've gotten to it so far 😊 keep them coming! (I’ll link them at the bottom of his post)

If you have no idea what I'm talking about you can find Part One here and Part Two here!

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[vodika-vibes]

So..... ima slip in here and see if i could be honored by your grace and ask for a Prudii holding his newborn child.

If not thats totally fine,

Much love,

maybethatfanfictionwriter

First Meeting

Summary: Prudii has been deployed for the last six months, and now that he's home, it's time for him to meet his daughter.

Pairing: Prudii Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 885

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I know nothing about pregnancy and childbirth as I have no children, and I can't have kids. But I enjoyed writing this all the same. I hope I did Prudii justice, his page was not helpful.

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It’s been six months since your love has been home. Six long, long months.

And while you always hate it when he’s gone, you much prefer it when he’s around. You miss his arms around you, and the way he says your name, and the way he looks at you when it’s just the two of you.

But, honestly, these last six months have been harder than any other deployment.

For one very small reason.

When Prudii left, six months ago, you were four months pregnant.

The hope had been that he would be back before you gave birth, but, well, babies work on their own schedules. And two months ago, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. A little girl who looked like her daddy, right down to the skin color, hair color, and eye color. You named her Eli.

Unfortunately, you’ve been unable to reach Prudii to even send him pictures of his baby. Or tell him her name.

You smile down at the infant, you put her bassinet in your room, to save you the hassle of walking through your home to get to her when she cries, and, well, you just like having her close.

Baby Eli grabs your finger in her little hands and you coo at her, “Your daddy’s going to love you so much. You don’t even know yet.” Eli babbles something at you, and your smile widens, “That’s right, Eli. He loves you and hasn’t even met you yet.”

She babbles again and you effortlessly scoop her into your arms and set her in the sling you’re wearing, “But, now it’s time to do chores, Eli.”

She babbles something, and you grin at her, “I agree completely, chores are the worst.” You make sure she’s settled comfortably in the sling, and then you head into the main part of your apartment. 

You were feeling lazy last night and didn’t bother to do any of the dishes, plus there’s dirt on the floor from your tooka. So you set about cleaning the house, humming a lullaby as you do so.

It’s about an hour later when you hear your front door slide open. Surprised, because you aren’t expecting company, you step out of the kitchen and into the living room, and a delighted gasp leaves you, “Prudii!”

He looks at you, a warm smile crossing his handsome features, “Cyar’ika. I’m home.” And then his dark eyes falls to the sling around your torso, and your stomach, and his smile fades, “I missed the birth, didn’t I?”

“She came two months early,” You reply gently, “I would have sent a picture, but I couldn’t get ahold of you.”

“I’m sorry. I should have been here-”

You’re already shaking your head, “It’s not like you chose to get deployed. You favor him with a loving smile, “Take your armor off and I’ll introduce you.”

Prudii strips his armor off in record time, and you laugh softly, as you gently lift Eli from the sling, “She’s so small…” He murmurs, “Is she healthy?”

“Perfectly healthy, just small.” You cradle Eli in your arms, “She looks like you, which is probably a good thing.” You add with a laugh.

Prudii steps closer and lightly brushes his finger down her cheek, “Really? I think she looks like you.” He pauses, “What did you name her?”

“Eli. Eli Skirata.” You reply.

“You gave her my name?” He asks, surprised, “We’re not married.”

“Semantics,” You reply with a shrug, “Do you want to hold her?”

“Can I?”

You smile at him brightly, “You’re her buir. Of course you can.” You pass her over to him, and watch with a warm smile as he cradles her close. 

“She’s so calm.” Prudii says quietly, “She takes after you, then.”

“I’m glad for it,” You sit on the couch, taking a moment to move a basket of baby clothes, “That first month would have sucked even more if she wasn’t so calm.”

There’s a flicker of guilt on his face, “How was the pregnancy…and the birth? Everything went well?” He sits on the couch next to you, once there’s a space.

“Well enough, there were a few hiccups, but my doctor was very careful with me.” You explain. You watch him for a moment, and your smile grows, “Are you good, love?”

“I love her.” Prudii replies, “I love you. Thank you for this. For her. And I’m sorry I wasn’t there to support you.” He looks at you properly and smiles at you lovingly, “I’ll be there next time.”

“Next time, huh.”

“Next time.” He agrees, “I’ll be there for the whole thing.”

“Maybe we should wait until she’s a little older before we start discussing giving her a baby sibling.” You tease, and then you lean on his shoulder and kiss his cheek, “I’m sorry you weren’t able to be there either. I know you were looking forward to it.”

He turns his head and catches your lips with his own, “It’s not your fault. You had to work at the speed of Eli, after all.” Prudii grins, “I need a picture of her, to send to my brothers.”

“While you do that, I’ll make you something to eat.” You stand and press a light kiss to the top of his head, “Welcome home, love.”