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congrats on sins of the father now the most popular vaderluke and aniluke fic on ao3! any idea when the next chapter is coming?

Aww, thanks anon. Not sure about "most popular" but I am very grateful to everyone who's left kudos, comments and bookmarks. Thank you all so much.

I am hoping to update again this Sunday. The chapter count is probably going to go up again, so we'll see how it goes, lol.

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Some Star Wars stuff

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Hey, I just want to say that your fic is an absolute blast and I'll wait for updates until they mass produce Hello Kitty casket to bury my corpse. This is a question that I've been wanting to ask from you since chapter 6. What will happen or should I say, what will Darth Vader and Luke say when they finally find out that they are actually biologically related. Will Luke screamed at Darth Vader saying; "you knew! You knew that you're my father" something like that? Or Darth Vader is the first to find out? I really like to know your opinion on this.

Thanks so much, anon!

IWM is a "when I feel like it" fic, which, unfortunately, I haven't lately. It's not abandoned, only sleeping. I also have a whole slew of asks that I haven't answered because they're a lot of prompts and I want to do them justice and get up in my own head about it. I appreciate each and every one! You are all so sweet about my trashy trashy trash fic.

For your question, though...

IWM only has rough planning, I mostly go "haha, you know what would be fucked up?" and add it to the outline. The Reveal is one of the most important moments in a "they don't know" Vaderluke fic, imo, and I want to do it right.

That means that I keep changing my mind on how to do it, but I have decided that one character will definitely absolutely find out precisely who they are to each other.

It's not who you think it is

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Yup

I have some research to do before we enter that section of the story, though

Ok i have to ask. What would have happened if Vader didn't listen when Luke begged him to let him wear the bracelet? Because obviously as this stade of their relationship the result would be different from if it were to happen after the latest chapter.

- Starbound's 7 AM Anon

Kind of spoilers? Most everyone has figured this plot point out so I'm not sure if I should readmore it :/

I am so sorry I haven't answered the original version of this question. I was trying to think beyond "he'd kill him."

Because, certainly, Vader sees someone who is "his" hiding things from him as betrayal, not just mistrust. When he thought Padme had betrayed him he strangled her on the spot. And at the time you're talking about, he did not care about Luke half as much.

The one thing that would restrain his hand here is that his Master wants the prince alive. At least for now. Luke is his, but is not his to kill. Not currently.

He was also very worked up at that moment. Feeling the raw, untapped potential Luke holds but keeps hidden, Vader would certainly covet that. Imagine the Force equivalent of pressing up naked against a lover. Then having the ability to go deeper, dig in further. All but consume the core of them.

Luke has zero training. He and Leia have fiddled around, but not much. It's too dangerous. And he didn't learn shields until after this scene, plus he is still not good at them.

So he has no defense.

There might not even be anything physical that happens, in this scenario. The psychic connection would be more intensely intimate than flesh bodies could ever manage.

And the bond that Vader makes, in this scenario, is a taut, short thing that leaves almost no space for barriers. Luke would be trapped even more thoroughly than he currently is.

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Are Luke and Anakin actually going to get to know each other?

Because i'm just thinking about Anakin learning about Luke's love of flying and mechanics so as a reward for behaving he'd take him to his ship and they'd work on it together (heavily monitored by himself of course) or he'd let him do some sims with Death Squadron (Luke trying VERY hard not to shoot the TIE because force of habit and Anakin being like "this flight pattern is familiar"), also Anakin being both proud of his husband for being good enough to absolutely destroy Death Squadron in every sim but also furious because why is his entire elite pilot squadron being beaten so easily

But mostly because Luke would try to only tell him the innocent things meanwhile Anakin is internally raging because Bail Kriffing Organa somehow got his droids but he can't exactly claim them without exposing himself unless he pretends it's for Luke (he'd put so many failsafe on Artoo because he knows him and he'd help Luke disobey him but also he'd be furious Threepio's memories were erased but slightly relieved because he can't keep a secret to save a life)

- Starbound's 7 AM Anon

They will if I can find my way there. They're currently stuck in "Luke's still in minor trouble and Vader is reeling in how much he enjoys having this intimate power over an individual."

It's so fun to think of. I adore pilot Luke and I think he gets overlooked some in fanon in favor of the Jedi Master. Perhaps if Luke is good enough, Vader allows him to ask a favor and Luke is like "well I'm bored" and they end up listing out what he likes to do. Piloting would definitely be in there.

Actually, hm. Hm hm hm. 👩‍💻

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Some days it just doesn't pay to spend all your time thinking about them.

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Okay i just had a thought that when people say "he held him like he was the most precious thing in the entire Galaxy" it doesn't makes sense to me that it means gently and carefully.

No.

Because people are greedy. For me it means that yes, he's held softly in fear to break him, he is precious after all. But also possessively and hungrily, fingers running on his sides, eyes dark and greedy when he looks at him, sometimes the hold would even get harsher just to show the world who exactly owns such a precious thing.

Anyway i thought it was the perfect description for how Anakin once held Padmé (first meaning) and how he would now hold Luke (second meaning) in IWM.

Hope i made sense i couldn't quite put it into words

- 7 AM Anon

Also posting this one because it's so good! It's been in my ask box for forever and I didn't know how to respond to this one, either.

In the end I think your words stand just fine on their own, and should be shared. 🤍

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Ok i have to ask. What would have happened if Vader didn't listen when Luke begged him to let him wear the bracelet? Because obviously as this stade of their relationship the result would be different from if it were to happen after the latest chapter.

- Starbound's 7 AM Anon

Kind of spoilers? Most everyone has figured this plot point out so I'm not sure if I should readmore it :/

I am so sorry I haven't answered the original version of this question. I was trying to think beyond "he'd kill him."

Because, certainly, Vader sees someone who is "his" hiding things from him as betrayal, not just mistrust. When he thought Padme had betrayed him he strangled her on the spot. And at the time you're talking about, he did not care about Luke half as much.

The one thing that would restrain his hand here is that his Master wants the prince alive. At least for now. Luke is his, but is not his to kill. Not currently.

He was also very worked up at that moment. Feeling the raw, untapped potential Luke holds but keeps hidden, Vader would certainly covet that. Imagine the Force equivalent of pressing up naked against a lover. Then having the ability to go deeper, dig in further. All but consume the core of them.

Luke has zero training. He and Leia have fiddled around, but not much. It's too dangerous. And he didn't learn shields until after this scene, plus he is still not good at them.

So he has no defense.

There might not even be anything physical that happens, in this scenario. The psychic connection would be more intensely intimate than flesh bodies could ever manage.

And the bond that Vader makes, in this scenario, is a taut, short thing that leaves almost no space for barriers. Luke would be trapped even more thoroughly than he currently is.

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“Portrait of Darth Vader” (Star Wars Visions, 2010) | illustrated by Steven J. Levin

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Sooo true I can't believe padme saw anakin have three tantrums in aotc and didn't immediately go 'obviously he needs to be collared'

Who's to say she didn't?

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I love empress padme tbh, number 1 domme mommy in my life think she should get to control Anakin as well since he clearly can't make good decisions

You are so completely right, you don't even know. Anakin isn't even allowed to choose what brands of space potato chips they get because the last time he had trouble opening a bag he threw a Sith temper tantrum that leveled the entire east wing of the Imperial Palace.

But more than that, domme mommy is her evil leadership style. Palpatine rule through fear and intimidation, Padme chooses love. Well, "love."

To be an Imperial citizen in this au is to adore and worship the royal family. Each planet has a carefully calibrated "ideal life" chosen for its citizens' maximum happiness. If someone wants something outside of that? Well, why would they?

Clearly there must be something deeply wrong with them if they don't want the Mother of the Galaxy's love and protection. They need to be taken somewhere where they can see how wrong they are, and become good upstanding citizens. The fact that most of these people are never seen again? Well... accidents happen! :)

There are so many flavors of evil to play with here

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Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker Characters: Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Darth Vader, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Boba Fett, The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV), Bo-Katan Kryze, R2-D2 (Star Wars), Padmé Amidala, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Firmus Piett, Paz Vizsla Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Mpreg, Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Touching, Blood and Violence, Protective Darth Vader, Possessive Behavior, Suitless Darth Vader, Possessive Darth Vader, Darth Vader Has Issues, Emperor Darth Vader, Darth Vader’s A+ parenting, Forced Infantilism, Omega Luke Skywalker, Alpha Darth Vader, Alpha Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker Needs A Hug, Imperial Prince Luke Skywalker, Public Humiliation, Collars, Vader has no boundaries, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent Summary:

His son. The darling, precious, surviving child that was all his. A precious little Omega he could spoil and raise to be the new Imperial Prince, worshiped as he should always have been. Every detail of Luke’s health and life up to that point was all information Vader was entitled to as the boy’s alpha. He was certain the boy was malnourished, and raised without learning any of the standard omega etiquette. It was now his duty to train his boy the behaviors that were expected of him as the new Royal Omega. It was a sacred duty that Vader would undertake with relish. To cherish his son, to instruct him, to teach him how to submit to an alpha as his biology wired him to? That was a divine purpose given to him by the gods. And he would not fail.

CHAPTER SEVEN IS FINALLY. FINALLY HERE! So sorry for this long wait, considering I’ve had half of this fic written for like five months oops. I hope a glimpse of the Din and Luke reunion makes up for it 😭

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Would you ever write omorashi/bladder control/diaper kink? Feel like it would fit in with overbearing dad!vader to have luke in diapers 'just in case'

It would fit perfectly, but you've hit on one of my few hard nos. No yuck to your yum, but anything dealing with bodily waste (urine, feces, vomit) is squicky to me.

If you want more of a hardcore babied Luke, you'll find better examples with @starboundanon or @pebblish or @sinfulskywalker . I'm more, "whoops, all incest!"

But seriously, those are some of my only squicks so please don't feel discouraged. I'm open to nearly anything else

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Would you ever write omorashi/bladder control/diaper kink? Feel like it would fit in with overbearing dad!vader to have luke in diapers 'just in case'

It would fit perfectly, but you've hit on one of my few hard nos. No yuck to your yum, but anything dealing with bodily waste (urine, feces, vomit) is squicky to me.

If you want more of a hardcore babied Luke, you'll find better examples with @starboundanon or @pebblish or @sinfulskywalker . I'm more, "whoops, all incest!"

But seriously, those are some of my only squicks so please don't feel discouraged. I'm open to nearly anything else

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Sometimes I get a half formed darkfic idea that I know I'm not gonna do anything with but I just want to shout it into the tumblr void, is getting little head canons and AUs in your inbox something you like?

Oh, sure! I love hearing that sort of thing. You can send me nearly anything so long as it's in good faith, I'll filter if I have to

(and I'm working on the prompts, still, sorry!)

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EXCUSE ME

IM JUST HAPPILY SCROLLING TUMBLR AND STUMBLE ACROSS THIS

YOU BRILLIANT BASTARD

I WILL HEADBUTT DRYWALL UNTIL I BREAK THROUGH AND EAT THE FIBERGLASS INSULATION INSIDE

Open arms by trashikin, padme and anakin cosleeping with luke, keeping her promise to keep little lu close and makes it easier or those 2am feedings

Trashikin is probably the only human being on planet earth who could write nonsexual mommy kink and actually manage to gut me like a fish with it, so I hope this does it justice!! Open Arms by @trashikin

Send me a missing scene!

"Ani." Padmé's voice roused him from sleep. Anakin groaned quietly, leaning into her soft hand on his arm. "Wake up."

"I'm up," he lied, earning her gentle, bell chime of a laugh. She craned her neck up, nuzzled against his face. He melted into her touch like a bar of chocolate left in the sun.

"I need to feed him," she said.

That woke him up.

Anakin rolled onto his side, careful of the small body sandwiched them. Their son — their youngest son — was sound asleep, finally, curled up almost halfway down the bed.

They debated letting him sleep further up, sharing a pillow with either of his parents, but this was easier. This way, their little one got to sleep on one of their chests, far down enough that Padmé could properly hold him, despite being a few inches shorter. Little Lu had to learn to sleep using Mama or Daddy's chest as a pillow, as their first Luke had done his entire life. And it made it easier to keep track of him. His wristbands were only so long, after all.

Sitting up, Anakin reached for their son while Padmé plumped their pillows against the headboard, readying them to lean against. He was careful not to wake the boy — not yet — as he carefully unclasped the soft fabric bands around Luke's wrists, sewn into the seam of the mattress.

One day, hopefully soon, their youngest wouldn't need his pajama wristbands when they went to sleep. But they were a necessity for now. Luke still tried to sneak away to go on adventures when Mama and Daddy were sleeping, like the adorable little wildling he was.

He'd settle down, in time. He was already so sweet, once Padmé got some proper nourishment into him. Melted into her arms the way all young children do, safe in their mother's embrace.

He smiled, and gently scooped the boy up.

Luke woke immediately, but it had been a heavy sleep, his presence felt disoriented in the Force. "Wha — ?" he mumbled, blinking at them through the low light of Padmé's dimmed bedside lamp as Anakin draped him over her lap. "What... no!"

"Shh," Padmé soothed, petting his hair, as Anakin gently held his wrists. He wrapped the Force around their son when his legs got a little too excited, holding him nice and still, as his wife opened the front of her blouse, revealing her swollen breasts, heavy with milk.

"Easy, little one. Aren't you hungry?"

"No, no please," Luke babbled, not quite awake yet. His mother kissed his cheek, while Anakin raised his free hand, pinching his thumb and forefinger together and slowly spreading them, using the Force to part his fussy youngling's jaw wide enough to be fed. "Nuh — uhhnmph!"

"There we go," Padmé said, feeding the tip of her breast between Luke's lips. The boy was still hesitant to nurse, so Anakin concentrated the Force around her nipple, tugging at it softly, rhythmically. Creating gentle suction.

His wife glanced at him, her fair cheeks a little pink, and he grinned. That would be a neat little trick they're try again later, he knew. Luke's protests became wet and muffled as his mouth filled with milk, and Padmé reached down and followed the movement Anakin had shown her, making a half-circle above the knob of his throat and softly tugging downwards, until Luke reluctantly swallowed.

It wasn't long after that. The first few mouthfuls were still a struggle, but once he'd had a taste, Luke was as eager as his big brother. He nursed happily, those tear-filled eyes slowly sliding shut, until he'd suckled all the milk from his mother's breast and fallen asleep, warm and safe in his parents' arms.

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The Arrangement by Starboundanon ^^ Post chapter 3, when Luke first finds out he's carrying Din's kit

Give me a missing scene from someone else's fic and I'll write it

Threw out like 2.2k of this and rewrote it, that's why it took so long, sorry!

Also, @starboundanon, I may have goofed up your canon with a detail, but it was what I thought you were hinting at in ch3

tw a/b/o, dubcon, infantilism, mpreg, somnophilia

When Din’s phone buzzed, his first thought was that it was a picture of Grogu. Luke was one of the few people who would text him during business hours, and it was always related to Grogu. Din had suggested, quite strongly, that Luke could always send pictures of himself as well, but so far he had not.

It was not a text. The phone continued to buzz, causing Din to sigh and dig it out of his pocket. Maybe Fennec needed something that couldn’t wait. Boba would rather die than ask for help. But the screen displayed neither name. Instead, it was Luke’s.

“Luke? What’s wrong?”

Din did not bother with pleasantries. Luke knew that Din was not to be disturbed except with an emergency. Luke’s phone couldn’t do much other than take pictures and call a pre-approved list of contacts, appropriate for an Omega, and he had never called before.

He heard a deep, shuddering breath on the other line, then a cough.

“Din,” Luke’s voice rasped as he spoke, “I think Grogu’s sick.”

“What happened?” Din leapt to his feet. It was possible that Luke was simply overreacting to dealing with a new situation. It might be nothing at all. But he could not help but think of the worst.

“I threw up,” Luke said, “a few times. I’m worried that — “ a sharp burp popped out of his throat and he pulled the phone away at the last moment, doing little to deaden the sound. “Worried it was something we ate.”

“Luke,” Din sighed, “you’re the one who sounds sick.”

“We ate the same — “ he coughed, “the same breakfast. It could all b-be bad.”

Din was not sure how true that was, but regardless it was clear his pack needed their Alpha.

“I’m coming home.”

“N-no, you don’t have — “

Whatever other argument Luke had was lost, Din heard his phone clatter to the floor and a muted retching sound.

Din grabbed his keys and began walking quickly to his car, making another call as he moved.

 —

Din tried not to run to the door to the house. Kids got stomach bugs, and it was natural for Luke to call out to his mate when sick or worried. Most likely it would be nothing to worry about.

That did not mean that Din did not worry.

He would not say the house was wrecked when he entered, but there were more toys spread around than usual. Din liked the little signs of living his pack left around the house, but Luke was usually more fastidious.

“Luke? Grogu?” He raised his voice, but did not shout.

“Daddy!”

Grogu’s head popped out over the sunken couch. His skin glowed, and his eyes were clear. He seemed fine. He pulled himself up and ran to Din, grabbing at his pantleg.

“Hey, monster,” Din ruffled his son’s hair. “Where’s your Papa at?”

Grogu wrinkled his nose and pointed to the bathroom. Din could have guessed as much, the sour scent of vomit wafted from the half-open door.

"Papa kill my cows."

"What?"

Din decided to set aside the child babble for now, and pushed the door fully open. He found Luke slumped over the toilet, panting. Luke raised his head, sluggish and slow.

“Bwhuh?”

Din sighed and went to his knees next to his mate. Luke was pale and wan, his skin burning. His eyes were dotted with burst blood vessels from the effort of vomiting. The moment Din touched him, though, Luke curled himself against his chest, making low rumbling sounds that were not quite purrs.

“First off, let’s get you out of here.”

There was a sharp knock at the door, but Din only craned his head out of the bathroom.

“It’s open!” He shouted at his expected visitor.

It was not easy maneuvering in the space of the small half-bath, but Din managed to pick up Luke. He cradled him with his head against his shoulder. Luke wordlessly rubbed Din’s scent onto his face, sighing in relief as he did so. He must feel terrible, there was no pretense of resisting his nature.

“Din?”

Omera stood in the door, medical bag in one hand. She lived close by, and Din knew she wouldn’t mind checking in. She had been a nurse practitioner before she had her daughter.

The child in question peeked around her mother’s legs, waving shyly at Grogu. Winta was older, but they got along well enough.

“‘Mer’,” Din said, “are you sure you want her here if Grogu’s sick?”

“I thought you said your mate was sick, not Grogu,” Omera frowned as she looked between Luke, limp and cradled in Din’s arms, and Grogu bouncing with joy at a potential playmate. “His energy seems good.”

Din shrugged. “Luke was worried about Grogu. I’m worried about Luke.”

He jerked his head to indicate Omera should follow him, then carried Luke to their bedroom. Grogu and Winta bounced behind them, though Omera kept the children from entering the room. Din slipped Luke inside of the nest he had built on top of their bed. When he tried to stand back up, Luke grabbed at his shirt and whimpered.

“Give me a minute, love,” Din pried his fingers loose and turned to Omera.

“Do you know how many times he’s thrown up?”

“At least twice, but I couldn’t say. I wasn’t home.”

Din balled his hands into fists. Realistically, he could not be around all of the time, and he knew that no one was at fault for Luke falling sick, but it still burned.

“Hm.” Omera sat on the edge of the bed and moved a sheet-curtain aside. “He’s not in heat, is he?”

“No, that was a couple of weeks ago.”

Din flexed his hands, unsure of where this fresh wave of possessive irritation was coming from. One of the reasons he had called Omera was that she was a Beta and therefore no threat to their pack’s hierarchy. He normally did quite well with other Alphas, but he had guessed, apparently correctly, that Luke’s first illness with them would put himself on edge.

“I see.”

Grogu and Winta were losing their patience with standing at the doorway. Omera glanced at them, then gestured with her head.

“Do you mind keeping them out of here while I check a few things?”

Din did mind, but only in another surge of his Alphan drive. He was grateful Omera could not smell it.

“C’mon, you two,” he said gruffly, sheparding them toward the living room.

Grogu made a beeline for the TV, yammering the name of his current favorite show. Winta scrunched her nose, but had manners enough not to express her distaste. Screen time sounded better to Din than trying to focus on the kids while he worried about Luke, so he put it on for them.

The colorful characters and music were nothing but rushing white noise to him. What was wrong with Luke? Was it actually food poisoning? If so, would Grogu succumb? Or Din himself? What if it was something worse? What if he was going to lose him? They had only had a short time together, and Luke was so young. It would be cruel to take him from them already.

“Din?”

He jumped, startled. The TV was still playing the same show, but he had no idea which episode. Omera stood beside him, hand on his arm.

“Sorry,” he rubbed a hand across his face. “How is he?”

Omera had a strange expression on her face, one Din could not quite read.

“Come into the kitchen with me,” she said quietly. “Let’s talk.”

—

Luke was not sure if he slept or not, but he had no clear memories between calling Din and coming to nude in Din’s bed. He tried to shove himself upright,  he needed to check on Grogu, but a pair of strong arms kept him prone. He took a slow breath and his nose filled with the cinnamon-leather-warmth smell of Din just behind him.

“Grogu?” He rasped, voice still rough from vomiting.

“He’s perfectly fine,” Din said, lips moving against the back of Luke’s neck. “He’s not sick.”

An embarrassed flush swept over Luke out to his ears and down past his neck.

“Oh,” he said, “you came home for n-nothing.”

“Hey,” Din raised himself up onto an elbow and turned Luke’s head to face him. “You can always call. I will always come for you.”

Luke shivered, and chose not to examine that set of emotions. He once again tried to push himself up, but this time Din used his weight to pin him to the mattress.

“Need t’ cook dinner,” Luke protested.

“No you don’t. Omera took Grogu for a little bit.” Din brushed sweaty bangs out of Luke’s eyes. “You were having a bout of separation sickness.”

Luke scoffed and tried to wiggle out from under Din. He was entirely unsuccessful.

“No, that only happens when — “

A block of ice splashed into his stomach. It must have shown on his face, because Din kissed him, long, hard, and deep.

“That’s right,” he said huskily, “Grogu’s getting a sibling.”

Din placed his hand on Luke’s still-flat stomach. Luke’s vision blurred as tears filled his eyes, and he choked back a sob. He turned his head away.

“Sweetheart,” Din once again forced him to look at him. “Are you still afraid?”

Luke nodded, trying to come up with a new way to articulate his fear. Din had always dismissed it and him, insisting that Luke would love parenthood.

“It’s going to be amazing,” Din said, grabbing Luke’s hand and squeezing it. “Separation sickness usually passes within the first week or two. I can work from home and take some time off, that way you won’t have to go through it at all.”

“Nuh-not,” Luke swallowed, “not a-b-bout th-that. I don’t wuh-wanna die.”

“What?”

He could no longer hold back his tears. Luke sobbed, unable to respond. Din shifted, pulling him into an embrace and rumbling calming sounds. He ran his fingers rhythmically up and down Luke’s back, trying to gentle him. Luke hated it when he did that, largely because it always worked.

Din pressed in harder on pressure points before continuing to move his hands. When he pressed on his mating claim and made small circles with his thumb, Luke involuntarily bucked against him.

“You’re not going to die giving birth, Luke,” Din said after a few minutes of gentling.

“My father did,” Luke muttered miserably into Din’s neck. “My uncle always said I would too if I ever…”

Din held him tighter.

“Male Omegas might have riskier pregnancies, but medicine has come a long way in the last few years,” he said softly. “And you’re going to get the best care in the country, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Yeah,” Luke said, without feeling, “you wouldn’t let me get away from you that easily.”

Din laughed and kissed him again, pushing his tongue into his mouth.

“No,” he said against his lips, “I wouldn’t.”

Luke believed him.

Din rolled them back into a spooning position, then held a sippy cup to Luke’s lips. Luke wanted to protest, he hated the sippy cups, but he knew he was dehydrated and did not feel like fighting. He took it and drank the sweet electrolyte drink Din had filled it with.

He could feel, all the while, Din's hard cock against the back of his thigh. He set the cup aside, after drinking for longer than he actually wanted to. Otherwise Din would nag him to drink more. He no longer felt any nausea, only the ache in his muscles from convulsing to throw up.

Din’s soothing hands turned roving, then groping. Two fingers slid down the cleft of Luke’s ass, then slipped in past his rim. Luke was already wet, with more than just slick. He craned his head around to stare agape at Din.

“Did… did you fuck me while I was out?” He asked. He did not know why he was surprised at this point, there seemed to be no end to his Alpha’s hunger for him.

“Can you blame me?” Din nipped his earlobe. “Laying here with you, imagining you in a couple of months, big and round and fat with our pup. I couldn’t resist.”

He drove his fingers deeper and crooked them. Luke’s head snapped back.

“Aah…”

“Don’t worry, love,” he rolled one of Luke’s nipples between thumb and forefinger, “We have lots more celebrating to do tonight.”