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THE RAVEN AND THE FIREFLY
MASTERLIST
Joel Miller x Fem Reader
Joel Miller takes on a new employee who seems too familiar but he can't put his finger on where he knows him. After the outbreak Joel is tasked with finding a woman who is hiding in the QZ landfill.
Minors DNI: Smut, fluff, drug use, overdose, suicide, violence
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
Stars Too Far
Part 2
You'lll have to read The Raven and The Firefly to catch up fully. It's a bit much for me to try to explain. Especailly since I didn't write about half of the Raven Amd The Firefly. It was always mapped out to be a crossover into Stars Too Far and incorporate The Last Of Us Characters but I got ill about two stories in and a friend took over writing for me for the next while. I'm back now and stumbling incoherently into the writing process again, so bare with me.. However, I hope to deliver some great adventures for you. So I present to you: Stars Too Far, Part 2.
You're sitting on the cold metal floor of a dark... closet? It's so pitch black you cant see anything around you. As you stand and your hands trace, trembling around the metalic walls you suddenly feel something that seems distantly human... a face. A stone face. You jump back slightly and bump into a large stone slab behind you and lose your footing. As you grasp to try to climb up to your feet you realize you're in a small room of people encased in carbonite. They hang there like forgotten funeral suits. A tomb of dominoes.
Your mouth opens and closes gasping for air and any kind of vocal response just as the door slides open and a man in greasy cover alls stands before you. He's silent as he towers over you.
"Don't touch me!" You shout as you try to scrury into the corner but bang into the slabs of frozen people.
"I'm just here to give you some light..." The mechanic says as he hunkers down and plugs in a lamp. As the room is illuminated he can see you're trembling, crying and trying to squirm into any crevas away from him and at the same time away from the stone bodies.
He pauses with a sad and caring expression as he carefully shifts the lamp to the wall next to the door.
"You're not too sure about what's going on, huh?"
"I'll fucking bite your face off if you come near me!" You shakily hiss as you cower in the corner, the carbonite bodies clanking in front of you.
The man just quietly nods and raises his hands in submission.
"I'm not here to hurt you. I'm just the light guy."
There's a long pause as they asesss each other.
"You've never been in space before?" The mechanic asks. You shake your head a jerking "no".
"It takes some getting used to." He smiles.
"Yeah? Like getting used to being in a room full of bodies entombed in stone?" You snap.
The mechanic merely nods slowly then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Ding Dong wrapped in celophane. He nods at you and slowly hands it towards you.
"These are really good. I tried one on your planet. Stole a whole box before we left... you want one?"
Your eyes shift from the Ding Dong to his face and you opt to shuffle back further between the bodies encased in carbonite hanging from the ceiling.
He shrugs.
"Alright. I'll leave it here for you. And I'll leave the door open. You're welcome to move around the ship as you please." He gets up and dusts off his knees then turns and says, "There's bettter places on this ship to hang out than with these dead beats and murderers " He nods slightly to the people encased in carbonite.
"I want to see my Dad." You thrust.
The mechanic stops in his tracks and speaks over his shoulder at you, "If he wanted to see you, he wouldn't be sending me to give you a lamp just so you can see the danger you could be in."
New story dropping soon…
More Stars Too Far coming soon!
THE RAVEN AND THE FIREFLY - CHAPTER 8
Summary: Joel and you have a steamy night in an abandoned mall and awake to uninvited guests. Decisions have to be made and hearts have to be broken in order for humanity to survive. This is the last chapter of the series.
A/N It's been hard writing this since its linking three different stories (two of which are now finished and posted on this Tumblr (Stars Too Far and The Raven and The Firefly) with intricate plot and characters in completely different worlds. This story was not originally mine. I just ran with a loose plot and character development outlines that a friend gave me who has been having a rough time, health wise and mentally, but didn't want the story to stop. They will be back to write the final chapter. Even I don't know what that series will hold as how she just gave me very specific notes as to what certain characters had to do in this series to make the next make sense. So I'll be reading along just like the rest of you. I thank you for your patience if there was a vibe change between Stars Too Far (which they wrote) and The Raven and The Firefly) mostly of which I wrote. I did my best.
I did talk to them and ask if they had any requests for this final chapter of The Raven and The Firefly and they said, "Just write the last few paragraphs listening to the song, "The House That Heaven Built" by Japandroids and I think if credits rolled after that last line, that song would fit. I hope I did this work justice.
Enjoy. Cause that's all we got.
THE RAVEN AND THE FIREFLY MASTER LIST
STARS TOO FAR SERIES MASTER LIST
There was a clink that jolted Joel out of his sleep. It was as silent as a mouse rustling but his senses knew it wasn’t a man-made noise. He jolts upright in the department store bed, wildly scanning the area but sees nothing but grey shadows of mannequins and forgotten islands of racked clothes. You crack open your eyes and rub your face as he slowly reaches down and cautiously grabs the shotgun next to the bed.
“Wh-whats going on? You groan as you rub your eyes sleepily.
Joel firmly holds a stiff finger to his lips to signal you to be silent. Your eyes grow wide, suddenly realizing that the two of you are not alone.
“Come out!” Joel calls out, his voice echoing through the abandoned department store, aiming the rifle randomly around in hopes to train the intruder in his sights.
“Not bad taste…” A woman’s voice calls out. Joel jerks his rifle towards the sound with a wild heartbeat and panting breath as Peli steps out from behind a clothing rack, toying playfully with the shards of the clothing the two of you had ripped off of each other the night before.
“You’ve been following us.” Joel says, sternly aiming his glare down the barrel of the rifle.
“Oh, honey,” Peli nonchalantly discards the clothing as she steps confidently forward, “Everyone has been following the two of you.”
“The Fireflies?” Joel questions.
“Fireflies, her Daddy, and a good part of the universe.” Peli smiles showing a grin missing a tooth.
‘I don’t believe in any of that space travel crap. You’re all part of a cult.” Joel hisses. You look hurtfully at Joel but his stone stature doesn’t falter from his aim on Peli.
“Really?” Pelly swarths. “So how could we do this?”
A form pops up from behind a clothing rack and a blast of light flashes from, what appears to be a gun in his hand and blows Joel back onto the floor.
“NO!” You scream as you leap to his side and crouch, frantically trying to help Joel from what you thought would be a bullet wound. But it appears to be more of a burn around a puncture wound. It’s like nothing you’ve seen before.
Peli walks up, unbothered, and towers over you, looking calmly down to Joel who is writhing in pain and grappling with consciousness.
“Don’t worry, darlin’. He’s got this.” She sing-songs as if it’s an everyday occurrence as her head nods back to the form that shot Joel. The form walks up and stands over Joel. You look up, see a weapon that is smoking that doesn’t look quite like a gun, then gaze up further to see Poe Dameron shadowing you and Joel.
“Dad?” You whimper in disbelief.
………….
Joel awakens in searing pain on one of the beds in the department store. He reaches to grasp his shot shoulder but Peli shoos his fingers away from touching it.
“Ah-ah! Don’t touch.” She slaps Joel’s hand away and looks over to Poe who is preparing a grey patch that looks like a bandaid soaked in gelatinous liquid.
“Are you gonna kill me? Or torture me and kill me?” Joel sputters out.
“Oh, honey, neither!” Peli sings, “You’re gonna be right as rain in a few minutes. Just you wait!”
Poe walks up to Joel with the dripping bandage,
“I fucking trusted you…” Joel snareles animalistically, remembering how he had stuck his neck out to give Poe a job on his crew before the outbreak.
“And you still can.” Poe says pulling away Joel’s ripped t-shirt to put the patch on his wound. The cool feel of the bandage eased Joel’s mind for a moment then he realized there was a tingling and that his mind was a bit too at ease. However, he couldn’t spit out the words to explain it as he looked up at Poe who stood over him, gentle faced and merely watching.
“There. Not so bad right?” Poe said pulling off the patch from his wound.
Joel sat up, still feeling a bit out of it, but was astounded and almost terrified when he looked at his shoulder and there was no wound, no scar, it was as if it had never happened.
“Wh-what was that?” Joel gently stroked his fingers over where his wound should be.
“That was Bacta.” Poe stood up and began putting away the medical kit. “It can cure your outbreak if you catch it fast enough. I’m willing to give you millions of tons of these patches for my daughter.”
“You want me to exchange her for the cure?” Joel rasps, his voice wavering, heartbroken.
“I’m giving you a choice. That’s more than what I had. But if she doesn’t come with me her brother will find her and kill her.” Poe says sternly.
“Why should I believe that this isn’t just a ruse? Some elaborate magic trick of your fucking cult?” Joel croaks.
“Because you thought of her as nothing but a crazy girl living in the landfill and you traveled across numerous states to get her to me. Well, I’m here. Just a little earlier than expected. I’m offering you more of these patches if you let us slip away quietly, under the radar… so she can live. And in exchange, your world can live. Save one life and save billions. This is a win/win for you.” Poe had rehearsed that speech hundreds of times, but as he stared at Joel, he recognized his words cut into Joel’s soul as much as Poe had felt when having to leave his daughter behind. There was a long moment as Joel’s face turned to a despair he tried to strangle into submission.
“Give me a minute.” Joel mumbled as he hesitated with weight then walked away with his heavy thoughts
He finds you putting your hand in a fish tank with no live fish in it. They all float dead at the top.
“Hey Joel!” You call to him, “ZOMBIE FISH!” Joel waits for you to finish, which makes you more uncomfortable than usual.
“Hey… you didn’t even pretend to laugh…” You say uneasily as you approach him.
‘Your Father is here.” Joel chokes out.
You perk up. “My Dad is here?” You try to push out the door to find him but Joel grabs you.
“Wait…” Joel looks down at the floor and breathes as you stare, wide eyed and confused, “He wants you to go with him. If you do, then he will give me enough of something called “bacta patches” that will stop the outbreak Enough for the entire world. And I’ve seen it work.” Joel raises his head and tears are welling in his eyes.
“Well, you can come too.” You meekly say as more of a question than a statement.
Joel’s tears fell as he shook his head.
“I can’t go with you.”
“Sure you can… you just follow us.” You state with a shivering voice.
“I have to stay here, baby girl.” He angles your face towards his with his thick forefinger and thumb.
“I don’t want to go without you.”
“I’ll find you.” Joel holds back his sadness. “But you have to go with them. At least for now.”
You and Joel turn to look at Poe and Pelli. Poe holds out his arms welcoming you. You look up to Joel with watery eyes.
“I won’t leave you.” You whisper as you adamantly hug him. Joel tries to remain stiff but it wasn’t any use. He folds his arms around you and leans his head down into your hair and holds you tight as he cries quietly.
“Ameo,” Poe calls to you, “It’s time to go.”
You look up to Joel with eyes as wide as outer space and it breaks Joels heart. He walks you over to Poe.
“Dad…” You say quietly as you urgently hug him and cry. He holds you, falls to his knees, then holds your crying face out from his and inspects you in disbelief.
“I never thought I’d see you again, mi corazon.” He wrapped his arms around you so tight you felt like he could breathe for you. You felt safe again.
When your embrace ended you both slowly stood up, looked to Joel and Peli and nodded.
“Will you walk us to our ship and I will exchange the bacta shipment to you.”
Joel nodded.
They walked outside of the mall. Joel had expected to see a truck, a tank, maybe a beat up plane at best. However, what he took in was like nothing he had seen before.
It was a giant metal contraption with enormous engines on each long wing. Poe clicked a button on a bracelet he wore around his arm and a loading bay ramp slowly opened and dusted itself into a locked position on the ground.
Poe embraced your face, “Say goodbye to Joel.” He whispered to you solumnley then walked into the ship.
“Wh-What is that?” Joel stammered, pointing meekly at the ship.
“Find me.” You say, cupping Joel’s face. “You. Find. Me.” you instruct sternly. “Because I will be looking for you until you do.”
Joel’s eyes search your face wildly. The only response he can muster is to kiss you wildly and hold you close.
“I will find you. No matter where you are. I will find you.” he whispers to you.
Robotic beings drag masses of cargo boxes out of the ship and leave them in the field. Poe saunters from the ship slowly to Joel who hunkers, defeated in the long grass of the field, staring and not sure what to make of everything.
“You’re a good man, Joel Miller.” Poe slowly reaches his hand out to Joel to shake it. Joel looks down at it then up at him.
“What’s going to happen to her?” Joel asks, almost begging in his beaten down state.
“Joel, you lost a daughter. You know how hard that is. Today you’ve returned a daughter to her father. I wish I could have you feel what I’m feeling.”
Joel shakes his head, tears falling as he crumpled down into the grass amongst the giant metal cargo boxes filled with the cure for the outbreak. “I don’t feel it.”
“She’s going to help me find her mother and brother. You’ve reunited a family.” Poe states.
“I don’t feel like I did.” Joel shanks his head.
“Feelings aren’t what keeps people alive. So you need to ask yourself, what are you going to do with all that bacta that could save your planet?”
They stare stone faced at each other for a moment, then Poe turns and leaves Joel on his knees in the grassy field as he enters the ship with you stumbling and staring sadly back at him. The ramp closes with a mechanical whine and thud.
The giant engines fire up a bright blue flame and exert a hot wind as the ship takes off into the sky, leaving Joel kneeling in the field with the cure to the infected next to him in giant steel boxes. But he still felt as if he had lost everything.
"I will find you." His mind raced over and over as he cowered, broken in the grassy field.
FIN
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THE RAVEN AND THE FIREFLY - CHAPTER 7
MINORS DNI
Summary: Joel has been tasked to get a woman across numerous states in order to trade her for a cure for the outbreak. What he wasn't told before taking on the job is that she appears to be part of a cult that believes they're from outer space. As he travels further and further he starts seeing signs that something strange is going on with this woman that he can't explain. And, unfortunately, in the process, he's falling in love with her.
Crossover: Peli Motto, Poe Dameron, Mandalorain.
Fluff and Smut. Hells yes. Fluffy Smut. That's a thing now.
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Joel tracked Peli’s trail with you anxiously following closely behind him. Your heartbreaking need to find your father through finding Peli was not lost on him, however, he knew she probably didn’t want to be found if she made contact with you then disappeared in the middle of the night. Something was fishy and it put Joel on edge. He managed to hide it well as he pretended to divert his concern that you were probably walking into a trap onto your worries of finding your father instead. However, he had his rifle loaded and ready, just in case.
Joel abruptly stopped at the edge of the forest and you were following so close you ran into the back of him. He stumbled forward, sighed and slowly turned his head over his shoulder to glare at you. You merely shrug, knowing to keep quiet when Joel suddenly stops.
He crouched down and inspected the large open field of long green grass in front of him.
“The tracks go that way, Christopher Columbus.” You snark, pointing out the obvious trail where Peli had waxed through the grass.
Joel merely puts a finger to his lips to tell you to be quiet. You shrink down, suddenly aware that there may be danger he sees that you don’t.
“It doesn’t make sense.” Joel mutters more to himself than to you, however, you chime in anyways, whispering,
“What? Her trail goes into the middle of the field. I can see it clearly. Right into that big open patch of grass that has been squashed down.”
Joel turns around and sits against a wet log and pulls out his rifle, ensuring that it’s in working fashion.
“Rifle. Why are you taking out your rifle? Peli’s not dangerous. We’re not going to shoot her. She has to have gone that way!” You hiss at him with anxiety dripping from your words.
Joel angrily stares at you, then sighs again. He puts an arm around your shoulder and pulls you up to peek over the log with him.
“You see anything strange about her tracks?” He lowly whispers.
You scan your eyes around the field.
“Is this a trick question?” You ask. He just turns his stoney face to you and doesn’t respond. You roll your eyes and turn your gaze to inspect the field again, more thoroughly this time. “I guess it’s a bit weird that there is a big section of the grass that’s all pushed down where her tracks lead. That probably means that some sort of large vehicle picked her up.”
“Exactly. But that’s not everything…” Joel trails off as he points his hand at the large open field of flowing grass. “Do you see any marks where that vehicle could have driven in?”
You scan around and raise a curious eyebrow.
“N-no. Well, maybe it was a helicopter? It came down from the sky?”
“And how big is a helicopter?”
You pulled back slightly from the log, getting slightly scared, “Not that big.”
“Something has happened here, and I don’t know what it is so we’re going around and avoiding this whole situation.” Joel states.
“Wait!” You call to him as he gets up and begins to walk the long way around the field, “What if there’s clues there as to where Peli went? Or my father?”
“I’m not gonna get killed to find out. We know where your father is. I’m taking you there.” Joel instructs. He pulls himself to his feet just in time to see you take off, quickly scrambling, hunched over, through the long grass towards the large pressed down area in the middle of the field.
“Goddamnit!” Joel pulls the rifle off of his back and chases after you. You break through the long grass into the huge circle of pressed down grass and are frantically looking around for clues. Joel hesitates at the edge of the grass, still hiding, ready to snipe anyone that jumps out at you. When, surprisingly, nothing happens he stands up. You run to the middle of the crop circle when a reflective flash catches your eye in the pressed grass. You gather it, preciously in your hands and inspect it, then inhale sharply and freeze which makes Joel nervous. He rushes cautiously up to you.
“What is it? What did you find?” He looks over your shoulder to the dirty metal amulet that looks like the skull of a Woolly Mammoth. You don’t respond at first, your eyes wide as you run your fingers over it.
“I know this…” You whisper.
“It’s just some cheap metal jewelry that Peli must have dropped.” Joel rationalizes.
You turn to him with wide eyes.
“My mother gave this to my father.” You say emotionlessly and hesitate to elaborate further.
“You’ve seen this before?” Joel asks sliding an arm around you as he inspects the jewelry.
“I remember now… She said a man would come looking for me and I would see this symbol. That’s how I would know it was safe and that it was him.”
“Well, did that man fly a goddamn spaceship? Because he didn’t drive in or out of here unless he lifted up into the air in a fucking battleship.” Joel shoots at you. You don’t respond but look fondly and sadly at the amulet. Joel exhales and gently raises your face up to look at him, “We need to keep going. I don’t know what this is, but Peli is gone and we have a long way to go. There’s an abandoned underground mall not far from here that is completely cut off from the outside. There’s no infected. We can find the mattress section of a department store and get a good nights sleep. But we need to go now if we want to make it there tonight.”
You look up, eyes welling up.
“What happened here?” You ask feeling the raw chaos of your emotions for the first time.
Joel looked sympathetically at you and pulled you into a hug. You cried heaving sobs as you clutched the amulet so tight in your hand that it imprinted it’s mark in your palm.
“Come on, baby girl. You don’t need this confusion right now. Let’s find shelter and we’ll talk when we’re safe. Follow me.” Joel whispered as he held you tight. You pulled away, wiped your tears and nodded, sniffling. Joel gave you a small smile “that’s my girl.” He ushered you to the long grass and you made the first exit path from the crop circle.
Joel had never thought that you would be too quiet, but as you walked to the abandoned underground mall you had not said a word and would not put down that amulet. It wasn’t until you crossed a highway and abandoned parking lot full of rusted out cars that Joel stopped and said, “Well… there she is.”
He had thought you would be more impressed but it just looked like a looted strip mall.
“Great.” You sarcastically mumbled.
“Just wait till you see the inside.” Joel smiled.
He led you into a looted supermarket, the floor littered with garbage and broken glass then beyond that you walked the cracked tile of the mall until you reached a twisted, broken escalator covered with roots and plants that had slowly crushed it over time.
“Come on.” He said, extending his hand to you as he gingerly stepped around the chaotic and twirled steps of the escalator to lead you down into the darkness. You paused for a second and cocked your head curiously at him.
“Joel Miller, I will not be murdered in a mall. I’m far too alternative for that.” You joke.
Joel chuckles and circles his palm for you to take it.
“Just follow me.”
You both help eachother down the sharp and twisting broken escalator until you’re in the depths of the mall. Joel leads you down a miriad of labyrinth like hallways in pitch black except for his flashlight. You’re in a back hall of the lower mall when he opens a panel on the wall and pushes some buttons, throws some fuses, then the lower mall suddenly sighs to a dim life with light.
“Oh my god…” You gasp with a slow smile melting across your face. Joel watches your expression and feels a pang of pride knowing he caused it.
“Come see…” He says taking your hand and for the first time you felt Joel excitedly lead you around winding corridors into the main hallway of the mall. All of the stores are dimly lit on the generator lights. You walk, stunned up to the marry-go-round that is now dimly lit. The horses aren’t moving but their chipped painted faces of excitement, frozen in time make your heart clench. You sweep yourself up onto one of the horses and trace your hands over the smooth, varnished exterior and hug the horse around it’s neck.
“I’ve never seen a horse in real life.” You smile at Joel.
“Yeah, I didn’t think you had.” He smiles. “There’s more…” He motions down the long dimly lit mall hallway. You follow him, nervously but full of the excitement of a child. He leads you into a department store and takes you to the most expensive area of the women’s clothing section. Your eyes grow wide as you take in the sequins, silk and beauty of the clothing. “Go for it.” He nods at the clothing section. You take a moment to look at him as if to ask if it’s real. He merely nods again. You laugh heartily and skip forward into the clothes.
You pull out a dress and hold it up to Joel. He doesn’t respond but you jump in place unable to contain your happiness and right in front of him strip down and struggle your way into the dress. Joel tries to give you privacy by slightly turning around, but his eyes wander and see your beautiful, naked body stepping into the dress. Once you’re in the dress you run bare feet padding against the mall tile up to him with a giant smile and turn around so your back is facing Joel and pull your tangled hair up off your back.
“Zip me up!” You exclaim. Joel huffs a happy laugh and slowly zips up the back of your dress. His hand lingers, his warm touch sending shivers up your spine into your shoulders. You turn slowly and snake your arms over his shoulders in an embrace.
“You need some new clothes too.” You state with a smirk.
“No.” Joel rolls his eyes and looks away.
“Yes…” You dance back a few feet. “Come on, grumpy… Dress up with me!”
Joel looks back behind him as if to see if anyone is looking, then grunts and begrudgingly follows you to the men’s department. Once there you pick out a suit for him and happily hold it up.
“Here it is!” You exclaim happily as you jog it over to him. He grunts his discontent and you eye him coldly sending the message that this is not optional. “Dress behind that clothing rack!” You exclaim, “I want to be surprised when you come out.” Joel grumbles again but does as he’s told.
After a few moments of him dressing behind the clothing rack you check in and call out, “Hey, Louis Vuitton, you done yet?” Joel strolls out meekly.
Your eyes grow wide as you view his broad shoulders and slim waist in the designer suit.
“You look…” You trail off.
“This is stupid… I know. I’m not a designer kind of man.” He fumbles, uncomfortably.
You stride up to him and take his hands that he doesn’t know what to do with and kiss them gently. He suddenly snaps back to the reality of you and angles his head down to see you looking up at him with large eyes. He beholds you in your perfect dress under the soft light and his hand breaks your grasp and wraps you around your lower back. His other hand grasps yours and he begins to stride slowly around as he dances with you. He spins you and pulls you back into his warm chest.
“I wish we had shoes. This floor is cold.” You say glancing down to your bare feet with a laugh. Joel merely smiles then grabs your thigh and puts one of your bare feet on top of his. You continue to dance with your feet on top of his.
You stretch up and kiss him. It’s long and soft as you feel his tongue gently explore yours. He pulls away and both of you notice you’ve stopped dancing.
“Guess this dance is over.” Joel quietly states.
“No it’s not.” You stare up into his eyes. You slowly lead him further back into the department store. He follows you, lead by your hand, snaking through clothing racks and up forgotten escalators until finally you reach the bedding department and you have found a California King sized bed. You smirk as you Vana White present the bed to him with a sweeping motion.
“Yes ma’am.” Joel smiles as he hops onto the bed and looks at you hungrily in your dress.
“I MIGHT have stolen something from a lower level of this mall tht you would be interested in.” You slyly smile.
“Just come here, baby. You look amazing as you are. I’ve wanted to rip that dress off of you since I first saw you in it.” Joel motions for you to climb into bed but you tut him and walk away behind a shelf of sheets and begin to get changed. He sees your dress get tossed to one side from behind the shelf and feels a sinking of his heart. However, his breath hitches in his throat when you stride out, nervously from behind the clothing rack.
You stand in front of him in black, lacey, see-through lingerie. Your nipples are taught in the cold air and just barely visible through the sheen of the lingerie and your plush butt cheeks are peeking out from under the lace and thong
Joel is speechless as he stares at you with his eyes widening every second they inhale your vision.
The long silence was a bit too much for you and made you slightly self conscious so you asked gently,
“Do you want me?”
Joel hops off the bed and stands in front of you, inspecting every inch of you.
“You’re mine.” He says grabbing and pulling you close.”Mine. And mine, alone.”
He pushed you back and you both fell back into the bed as he immediately began pulling off his suit. You and he tugged and ripped at his clothes until he was naked and that seemed to calm his need, somewhat, as he began thrusting rhythmically against you. His thick, strong hand reached down and touched your seam to find it already dripping through the lingerie. He slowly circled your clit over top of the thin lingerie and watched you sigh, moan and slowly buck against him.
“You’re so perfect.” He exhaled as he watched you in your bliss.
You slowly snaked one of your legs around his hips and pulled yourself into his body. He gasped as his hard cock thrust against your lingerie. He pulled the thin, sheen fabric to one side and slowly pushed himself into you. You gasped at the sudden stretch but welcomed his throbbing cock.
“Good girl.” He rasped quietly as he exhaled, watching your perfect face.
Slowly he began riding you, his breath picking up as his pleasure released throughout his body.
“You’re so beautiful.” He rasped, watching you.
You felt his large cock slowly stretch you and fill you, pushing up against your perfect spots and making you gasp and grasp his broad frame like a wild animal clinging to life . As you closed your eyes and experienced the pleasure, he felt your wet soak him and picked up the pace. You whimpered at first, hands clutching his muscular back, then found yourself calling his name as his thrusts became fast and hard. He galloped you steadily towards your orgasm as you arched your back and clenched the sheets as if possessed.
“There’s my girl.” He rasped as he rode you. His hand reached down to your pussy as he thrust into you and slowly traced wet circles between your swollen folds until his fingers found your clit and quickly flicked until you shouted, fireworks exploding behind your squeezed shut eyes.
“Yes!” You cried out, his cock twitching and sliding and punching every perfect angle as you screamed out your orgasm, arching and stretching.
“Mine!” He shouted as he took a deep breath between your neck and collar bone as you orgasmed. He crowded over you and had a dark look in his eyes as he began wildly riding you.
Suddenly, you felt him twitch inside of you and he cried out your name as he pushed you down in the bed and canted wildly into you.
“You’re fucking mine!” He called out as he came thick strong ropes of cum into you.
You both tumbled down into the bed next to each other, panting and dripping with sweat. Your arms draped over him, and kisses fell upon his neck and jawline as he caught his breath. You look tiredly at one side of he bed and see the tatters that you had both left the high price lingerie and suit in.
“It’s a damn good thing that this is the apocalypse, cause those clothes would have cost us more than our lives.” You smirk at Joel. He smiles and pulls you into him and mumbles. “But I would pay every penny.” He breathes into your sweat dappled skin of your neck then crowds close and finds a comfortable position as he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.
The Raven and The Firefly
CHAPTER 6
"SOUNDS LIKE EVERYDAY."
MINORS DNI
Pairing Joel Miller X Reader. No use of Your Name
Summary: Joel is transporting you across states during the outbreak in order to use you as a bartering chip for a cure for the infected called "Bacta" that a man named Poe, the father of the woman you are transporting, has. Joel thinks you struggle with mental health issues as you speak, randomly , about your space travels with your father, Poe. It makes him hesitant to hand you over to your father as he becomes more and more attached to you. Even though you are a pain in he ass consistently.
Crossover: Peli Motto, Poe Dameron
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You woke up and were surprised that Joel’s arms still hung loosely around you as he gently slept.
The bright light through the dusty, fractured window made you squint as you groggily sat up and shielded your eyes with your forearm, listening to the birds chirp their awakening. A soft tug pulled you back down to the bed and you found yourself laughing as Joel pulled you back into him, still half asleep and grumbling incoherently. He took a deep breath of your neck and centered himself for a moment before he rasped, “We’re not moving yet.”
You wanted to turn around and kiss him. To hold him. To stay in this bed for days with him, but you knew this may just be what your father had warned you about… your “heat”. This may not be real, just a hormonal chemical reaction.
You push up from Joel and turn to him, seeing his dismay as you step away and slowly gather your clothes and put them on.
“We could… you know….” He starts with a quirk of his eyebrow as he squints from the sunlight through the window, “...stay here for a few days. We’re safe here.” Joel arches his eyebrows at you. You turn completely away to avoid his charisma as you dress and pack.
“No. We have to keep on track.”
There’s too long of a pause and it makes you turn back just in time to see Joel attempt to hide his hurt.
“You’re right.” He gruffs as he gets up and puts on his underwear. Your eyes can’t help but trace every inch of him as he does so. Too quickly, he’s standing next to you, clothes on, rifle slung over his shoulder and his usual hard exterior taking the driver's seat. You sigh and look up at him, not sure what to say. Thinking, maybe you should discuss what happened.
“You gonna open that door or should I?” He nods curtly beyond you at the door and snarks.
Oh. Shitty Joel is back. Well, that didn’t take long.
You side step with a small head shake of your disbelief of how fast he got over that and let him walk past.
The two of you make your way down the stairwell and push out a rusted door out back of the hotel to be blinded by daylight. Joel is shading his eyes with his hand as he surveys the horizon of forgotten fast food chains and crumbling on-ramps of the highway.
“We’ve got a long way to go today.” He says as if to no one in particular as he scans.
“Sounds like everyday.” You say emotionlessly.
Joel looks down at you, feels a pang of fleeting empathy and takes your hand, squeezes it, then lets it go as he gruffs, “We can do this.” and begins climbing down the giant shards of concrete from the collapsed hotel steps into the long grass of the field that used to be a golf course. You sigh, throw your hands up, exasperated and follow him.
Hours passed of walking in the hot sun. The forest scenery seemed to repeat like a cartoon background. You stopped.
“I need a break.” You announced.
Joel looks back, somewhat surprised but nods and scans around for a good place to rest. He chooses a log a few feet away and after huffing down on it, offers you a swig of his canteen with a nod of his head and arch of his eyebrows. You nod and take a swig, panting, passing it back then leaning back and stretching.
“I feel like shit.” You cringe into the sunlight. Joel quirks his head at you curiously but doesn’t respond. “Do you ever feel like shit for no reason?” you ask.
Joel grabs a stick and traces it around in the ground beneath him.
“Yeah…” He grunts, “It’s called ‘getting old’”
“Yeah…” You trail off and sit next to him. You take the stick from Joel and draw a happy face in the dirt. “Maybe…”
There’s a snap in the bushes and Joel grabs his rifle in a flash, aiming it at where he heard the sound. You both freeze for a long moment but the sound doesn’t repeat.
“Could it have been a deer?” You whisper hopefully to him, hoping you can get some food.
Joel hesitates then shakes his head at you,
“No. Deer don’t hide like that. It’s a person.”
He shoots off a shot into the forest towards the sound.
“I know you’re there!” Joel calls out, “Don’t make me shoot you.”
There’s a hesitation then a voice calls back,
“Hey there! I’m not a threat!” A woman in tattered rags, covered in dirt with frizzy hair and a missing front tooth slowly raised up from the brush and walked out.
“That’s exactly what a threat would say.” Joel rasps as he aimed his gun directly between her eyes..
“I have ammunition for the same gun you have. I’m gonna toss it at you and you can take it. Would a threat give you bullets to shoot me?” She says as she tosses a box of ammo to Joel. It bounces and slides towards Joel. He hesitantly takes it, tosses it to you to take a look. You open it and shrug.
“It’s bullets.” You confirm with a shrug. Joel lowers his rifle.
“What are you doing out here?” Joel asks the woman..
“Just trying to survive, same as you.” She states jovially as she happily walks forward with her hands open, “I’m Peli.” She confidently juts her hand out to shake Joel’s. He hesitates but when you nudge him shoots you a cold look then takes her hand and shakes it. She looks to you and offers her hand but you feel like there is a sudden shift in her gaze that looks a little too happy to meet you. You suspiciously take her hand and say through your side-eye,
“Amy.” with an air of caution.
“Amy” Peli rolls her name around in her mouth, calculating it. “That a South American name?”
You look at her oddly and instantly question how she may know part of your heritage from a very American name..
“No.” you say suspectfully.
“Ah… well there's so many worlds out there it’s hard to keep track of the vernacular.” Peli chirped, “Where are you two headed?”
Joel is stone faced and offers no response however, you chirp up,
“To find my father!” Joel hisses a tisking noise at you to stay silent and you immediately shrink back and look at him not knowing your infraction.
“Aaaah, looking for your Papa, huh?” Peli puts her hands on her hips and gazes with a stretched back around the forest, “Know which way he may be?”
Joel outstretches a hand and pushes me behind him.
“Where you goin’?” He asks suspiciously.
“Well, really, anywhere you are. I’ve been out here for months by myself and really, I don’t have a destination. Just looking for company, to be honest… But I’m useful! I’m a mechanic. Can fix anything. And I speak a lot of languages. Great with directions and maps.”
Joel stares at her.
“Not a talker is he?” Peli smiled at you and motioned to Joel with her thumb. You stare silently and curiously at her as well. “I have food. Ration packs. Maybe we can gain some trust over a nutritious meal?”
Joel and I lock eyes. We were low on food and game was hard to come by in this area.
“You just earned your bed in this camp tonight, Peli.” Joel said as he lowered his rifle and slid off his pack. Peli smiles brightly, showing her missing front tooth, “Get fire wood.” Joel grunts to me. I roll my eyes and mumble under my breath,
“Sure… we’ve been walking all day, you’re tired, I’m tired, but let me just wander alone in the forest to get firewood. Makes sense…”
“I fucking heard that!” Joel yells at you as you merely flip him off and head into the brush to find wood as he sits across from Peli.
“What kind of name is Peli?” Joel snarks.
“Short for pelican. It’s a nic name.” Peli happily responds.
“Hm.” Joel takes out his sleeping bag and unrolls it then takes out mind and unrolls it for me, “Don’t be thinkin that I’m going to sleep tonight. You gave us resources, which I’m grateful for, but I don’t trust you. She just… will take issue if I don’t sleep. Then she may not sleep. So we’re gonna pretend we’re all friends here. Got it?”
Peli raised her hands submissive and bowed her head, “As far as I’m concerned we are friends.”
Joel busies himself with the sleeping bags and packs to avoid talking to Peli before she breaks the silence,
“So she’s looking for her Dad?”
Joel freezes, unsure if he wants to answer. He decides that since you already told her there is no harm in confirming.
“Yes. We’re looking for her Dad.”
“I’ve met a lot of people in my travels. Maybe I know him?” Peli chirped.
“I doubt it.”
Peli inspects Joel for a long moment, searching his face that he tries to hide from her inspection.
“You’re looking for it too, aren’t you?” She leans forward and whispers. Joel merely flicks his eyes up to her and pauses, “The cure they have. I’ve seen it. I’ve used it. It’s real.” Peli confirms solusolumnley Joel is still frozen in his motions as he turns his head and looks at her. “It’s a bandage patch that goes over the wound. Cures it instantly.” Peli pulls up her pant leg to show a bite wound, obviously from the infected, that has healed over. Joel turns slowly and looks at her leg as she becomes serious, cautious and lowers her voice. “They call it Bacta. It fixes almost any wound.”
“Here’s your stupid sticks.” You say dumping an armful of timber at Joel’s feet. “Can we eat now?”
…………..
You, Joel and Peli sit around the fire eating some of Peli’s “ration packs” that were heated under the fire.
“These don’t taste like anything. It’s like eating texture.” You complain. Peli laughs.
“Yeah, they’re not gourmet, but they keep you alive.” She admits.
“I’ll be right back.” Joel quietly mumbles to you.
“Where you going?” Peli questions loudly.
“He’s peeing.” You tell her. “He’s weird about it and doesn’t want people to know he’s not a robot and actually has bodily functions.” You smirk as Joel walks towards the forest edge but not before prominently holding a middle finger up to you.
“Soooo…” Peli scuffles over to sit next to you. “You and Joel, huh?” She smirks.
“What do you mean?” You pretend to play dumb.
“Come on! I can smell the hormones dripping off you both from a mile away.”
“We’re just trying to find my father.” You reassure her.
“Right… Poe.” Peli mumbles.
Your eyes turn wide and you shift suddenly to Peli.
“How do you know my father’s name?!?” You frantically ask.
Peli suddenly realizes her faux pas and tries to back pedal,
“Uh, just guessed… Poe could be a common name, I mean IS a common name…” You give her a look of disbelief and Peli sighs, “Fine. Poe asked me to come here and checkmyou and Joel out. Sess out the situation.”
“You know where my father is?” You hunched excitedly forward at Peli.
“I do. But this may not go as smoothly as we once thought it would if you and Joel are… you know… bonded.”
“Wh-what do you mean bonded?”
“Bed time.” Joel commanded as he stomped back into the camp. He pulled your sleepingbag open on the other side of him and pointed for you to get into it.
“I-I was just talking with Peli. Can I have a few more minutes?” You asked frantically. Joel picked up on your tone and instantly didn’t like it. He glared at Peli then back to you.
“No. Bed. Now.”
You shot Peli a look that apologized, “I’m sorry” and scuffled into your sleeping bag. Joel then sat on top of his sleeping bag and stared at Peli angrily.
“I don’t have a sleeping bag.” Peli shrugged and looked longingly at your blankets.
“Then I guess you’re used to sleeping on the goddamn ground.” Joel huffed as he undid the safety on his gun and sat up against the tree behind his sleeping bag, “Sweet dreams.” He mocked.
Hours passed. Joel shook himself awake in a frenzie, unaware that he had fallen asleep at some point in the night. He frantically looked around for you and was put at ease when he saw you breathing easily in your sleeping bag next to him. He then motioned his gaze around for Peli, who was nowhere to be seen. She had left a giant stack of her “ration packs” but that was all that was left of her.
“Hey…” Joel nudged you to try to wake you but you merely mumbled and rolled further away. He caught a whiff of your scent and it engaged a primal feeling in him, again. He laid next to you, outside of the sleeping bag and nuzzled into your hair burying his face in the back of your neck, “Hey, you… time to get up.” He felt you stir and stretch all your muscles out as long as they could with a long moan. You shifted and squirmed under the sleeping bag as you woke your body up but it seemed irresistible to him. His large arm wrapped around your waist over the sleeping bag and he pulled you back into him. You could feel his breath on the side of your neck.
“Mine” he huffed quietly, to himself, as he pulled you into his body.
You moaned and slowly woke from his embrace.
“Where’s Peli?” You asked, bleary eyed.
“Took off in the middle of the night, seems. Just you and me now.”
“Mmmm… WAIT-” You jolted upright. “She left?!?”
Joel raises his hands to quell you.
“She disappeared at some point in the night. Why do you care?”
“She said she knew my father!” You cry, heartbroken.
“Okay, okay ,baby girl. Look - “ He points to her tracks in the mud, “We can track her. And she’s going in the direction we wanted to go anyways.”
Tears are streaming down your face but you don’t even notice. Joel crowds you and wipes them from your cheeks.
“Don’t worry, baby girl. We’re going.”
The Raven And The Firefly - Chapter 5
MINORS DNI
Joel Miller X female reader
Crossover with Stars Too Far
Summary: Joel is tasked to take a strange woman to the fireflies who can't be infected. He believes she is part of a strange and unhinged cult that believes their from outer space. However, begins changing his mind about her as he travels with her.
Warning: Sex. Passionate sex. Nothing too crazy yet.
You wake up with large, strong arms wrapped tightly around you and the sound of birds chirping and the sun blaring into your face.
“Joel,” You nudge him to loosen his grip but he merely mumbles in his sleep and pulls you tighter. His strong arms feel comforting and his warm body wrapped around you feels secure as you turn into him and nudge him awake with a push of your cheek against his.
“Mmmph.” He grumbles in protest.
“It’s daytime, we should get going.” you whisper.
His hands slowly caress down on your body beneath your unzipped sleeping bags in his half conscious state as he mumbles, “Just a few more minutes.” His leg slowly snakes around your hips and pulls you into him.
“You smell good.” He whispers, losing his face in the soft skin of your neck.
You can’t help but let your hands wander over his chest which produces a satisfied moan from Joel.
Then there was a click.
Both of you instantly became on high alert and bolted upright from under the sleeping bags.
A clicker was distortedly angling and blindly searching at the edge of the treeline just ten feet away from you.
You slowly grabbed your knife from your pack as Joel grabbed his hunting rifle. He gently got to his feet but you touched his side and shook your head “No!” at him. You knew that if there is one clicker, there are more, and possibly Runners. If you made noise then you could be suddenly inundated with them.
Joel was laser focused, aiming his rifle at the clicker and silent as it blindly stumbled and stretched uncomfortably with every step into your camp. You gingerly sidestepped a wide berth around it with your knife ready in your hand. Both of you knew the best result may be it just stumbling in then fumbling away, finding nothing. Extremely cautious silence was your best option currently.
It clicked and snarled into the camp as you and Joel nervously flicked your eyes from it to each other, trying to read each other’s fear. That’s when it stumbled over the ambers of your campfire. It screeched, burning it’s leg and the shreds of it’s pant leg catching on fire but you jumped on it’s back, stabbing it in its vocal chords then it’s jugular before it could scream and alert others. It spun around wildly and managed to shake you off enough that it could grab you and throw you down to the ground. It bit your bicep and pulled back with a chunk of your skin. Just as it pulled back with a portion of your shoulder in it’s mouth there was a gun shot and its head exploded. It flopped to the ground like a lifeless doll.
You couldn’t catch your breath from the panic but heard Joel’s thundering footsteps racing towards you before you blacked out.
……………..
Your eyes cracked open. It was nighttime and the orange haze of a fire fended off dark shadows as you groaned and sat up.
Joel was pointing his gun at you.
You slowly raised your hands in surrender.
“Tell me your name.” Joel rasped, staring darkly down the nozzle of his gun at you.
“Ameo… But shitheads who point guns at me call me Amy.” You grog.
“You’re not infected.” Joel states trying to hide his confusion and curiosity.
You flick your eyes up at him then down at your weeping bite wound with a sneer of pain.
“I’m not.”
“How is that possible?” He sternly pushes.
“I keep telling you, I’m not fully human…” You grunt as you roll to your feet to get Joel’s pack for some bandages.
Joel stiffens his gun at you and you raise your hands again falling back into a submissive sitting position, realizing he’s serious.
“You’re fucking crazy.” He stiffly states as he stares at you from behind his gun, “But you’re not infected after over two days.” He lowers his gun, gets up, grabs the pack and pulls out the roll of bandages. “So I believe you… that you can’t get infected.”
You’re confused at first but he pulls off your coat to expose your wound more thoroughly then begins cleaning it with hydrogen peroxide on a rag. You wince at the cold burning of it as he puts it against your skin.
“Where are we?” You ask with a cracking voice through your pain.
“Same forest. Just farther away from the last camp so other infected couldn’t find us. You’ve been asleep for a few days.”
“We’ve been here for more than two days?” You ask, astounded. Joel merely continues to clean and dress your wound then glances up at you, then back to your wound.
“Yeah.” He states simply.
He expertly wraps your shoulder in the bandages, rubs it gently then looks up at you.
“How does that feel?” He asks.
“Why did you stay with me all that time not knowing if I would change? Or that you could be attacked by more Infected finding you?”
Joel hesitates then looks away. He opts to change the subject and pulls himself to his feet, puts his hands on his hips and cocks one knee as he stares at the foreboding trunks of trees of the forest.
“We need to go East and we have some ground to make up. There’s an abandoned hotel not far from here we can stay in tonight that I have some provisions stashed in. Think you can hike for a few hours?” He looks back at you.
You inspect your bandaged arm, impressed with Joel's first aid work then look back up at him.
“Yeah. I can do that.”
You and Joel hike for hours through the forest then finally come to the edge of the brush. He kneels and scans the the open field before him.
“I think we’re safe.” He stands up and offers a hand to you to help you up. You take it and tiredly drag yourself to your feet. “That’s the hotel.” he points at the dilapidated structure in the distance.
“Club Med” you smirk at him.
He smiles.
“Let’s go.” He ushers you into the field.
Cautiously, the two of you make your way across the field but suddenly there is a rusting in the grass. Joel kneels down and puts a hand back, telling you to get low.
A deer wearily steps out a few feet in front of you.
“What is that?!” you whisper, terrified. Joel merely angrily stares back at you to be silent and you button you lip.
The deer moves towards the two of you curiously. Joel raises his rifle and you raise your hand.
The deer walks cautiously up to you and sniffs your hand. You let it inspect you, then it hears a noise in the background and leaps off into the tall grass.
“Was that some kind of dog?” You ask excitedly.
“You really are from outer space aren’t you?” Joel teases your ignorance, puts the safety back on his gun and holsters it. “It could have been dinner. But I don’t like meeting my dinner intimately before I eat it.”
You don’t really understand but shrug and continue walking behind Joel until you’ve made it to the forboding doors of the dilapidated hotel.
Joel shoulders the jammed door of the hotel loudly a few times before it gives in. The bottom floor is flooded and overgrown with plantlife. He points to a large stairwell on the other side of the lobby, through the murky water.
“We need to get there. Can you swim?” He asks.
“Kind of.” You state and slowly step, carefully down into the water. It’s waist high until a sudden drop and you begin dog paddling frantically. You realize you won’t make it all the way over to the stairs in one go and swim over to a small stage that has a piano on it and drag yourself up onto it, panting. Joel easily swims up next to you and pulls himself up. As you both catch your breath you look back at the piano then pull yourself up from the ground, pull out the bench and sit down in front of it.
“You know how to play that thing?” Joel asked.
“I heard during one of the wars there was an American Soldier who was once clearing a building in Germany. He heard a man playing a beautiful piano song. He went down to hear the music. It was a German Soldier. He played a whole song for that American soldier then looked up at him and they both smiled. Then the American shot him.”
You play a chord on the hauntingly out of tune piano then a scale run.
“I do know how to play this thing.” You smile up at him, “Maybe one day I’ll find one in tune and I can write a song for you.”
“I’d like that.” Joel smiles at you.
You get up from the piano, sigh, then slough down back into the water and dog paddle your way over to the stairs. You climb four flights of stairs and Joel leads you to a specific room. He shoulders in the door again and once your inside you’re surprised to see a bed with blankets and pillows (dirty and worn, but blankets and pillows) He shoved the door back shut with a loud grind and locks numerous locks that he has obviously, over time, rigged up and installed on the door.
“Are you hungry?” He grunts going to the worn out kitchenette.
“Starving!” You say excitedly. He pulls out a can of Chef Boyarde from the cupboard, turns on a propane hot plate and begins heating up the food.
“What is that stuff?” You sneer your nose at it.
He hands you a plate of Chef Boyardee.
“Amazing. That’s what it is.” He smirks as he sits next to you on the bed and begins to eat his plate of food. You hesitate at first, then take a bite, then happily engulf the rest of it quickly.
“Good, right?” Joel laughs as you inhale the food.
“My mouth has never been so happy.” You say in between messy bites.
You both finish eating and are exhausted.
“A real bed!” You exclaim as you jump onto it and it exudes a cloud of dust.
“Yeah,” Joel laughs, “A real bed.” He takes off his rifle, boots and belt then shuffles to sit in the bed with you leaning against the headboard.
“Are we safe here?” You ask meekly, looking out the broken window to the night sky.
“Nothing is getting past that door and those locks.” Joel confirms.
“Thank the maker…” You mumble as you nuzzle up against Joel in the bed and close your eyes. He’s surprised at first, at how open you are to get close to him but and raises his arms, almost in protest, but eventually smiles and wraps his arms around you. He sinks down into the comfortable bed and pulls you close to him.
“You smell so good.” he whispers to you.
“I haven’t showered in days.” You laugh offhandedly.
He pulls you in and takes a slow inhale, “You smell like spring flowers.”
You look up at him and smile gently. He breathes you in again then takes his strong hand and angles your face to his then gently nuzzles into you and you feel his lips touch yours. His warm tongue slowly lavishes the inside of your mouth as he kisses you slowly and purposefully. You feel his hips cant against you gently as his instincts begin to take over. He pulls his shirt off and slowly trails a hand up your midsection, tickling your belly as he pulls your shirt up over your head as well.
“I want to make you feel like a goddess.” He quirks a small sideways smile as he reaches down to the button of your pants.
You smile as he slowly peels off your clothes. You feel his hot breath as he sniper-poses between your legs and hones in on your underwear. His hand is slowly circling your clit over top of your underwear, teasing it, and as you get more and more excited he cracks a smile, seeing your underwear change color as it gets wet with your slick.
“You like that, baby girl?” He rasps up at you.
“Mmm yeah…” Is all you can manage to muffle out.
He slowly pulls your underwear down with a finger, exposing your swollen, hot pussy to him. He takes a slow and gentle inhale of your pussy, “That’s what I’ve been smelling…” He confirms as he dives his face hungrily into your pussy.
You feel his hot, wet tongue slowly explore all of your folds, making you arch your back and call out. His tongue finally slips upwards to your swollen clit and lavishes it. He teases and circles it slowly at first, making you grasp the bed sheets then just as you’re about to explode he dives in and sucks and licks as hard as he can.
Your body is wrenching and writhing. You beg for release. But he pulls back.
He pulls his pants and underwear off, springing his rock hard cock forward.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby girl.” He rasps.
“Yes, Joel.” You stare at him intently.
He crowds over you and pushes you into the bed, his hot breath lavishing you as he stares down into your eyes. Suddenly you’re seeing stars as he jams his cock into you and fills you up. He puts one of his large arms under your lower back and angles you to just the right position so he’s thrusting slowly, forcefully, into your g-spot. You exhale as if all of your stress has left your body upon his first few thrusts and when he sees this he smiles, pulls you tighter and begins slowly and rhythmically thrusting into you. You become putty in his arms, your entire body, nothing but pleasure as his cock becomes harder and harder inside of you.
“Joel…” You moan in ecstasy as you roll your head back.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” He rasps as he fucks you slowly harder.
“Yes, baby! Harder!” You exclaim.
“You want to be fucked good and hard?” Joel whispers with a scent of excitement. You can only muster a panting nod through your passion.
He props himself up on his hands and knees and gruffly pushes you to line up underneath him. He holds himself over top of you and leans in to whisper in your ear with a devilish smile, “Hold on, baby…”
You feel his arm grab you under the small of your back then he wildly pumps into you. His throbbing cock stretches you and hits places you’ve never felt before making you arch up into him and moan loudly as you squirm in excitement. He’s pushing you down onto the bed and thrusting as hard as he can into you, watching your face cry out in pleasure as his cock twitches, hard to the extreme and he knows he won’t last long.
You push up from the bed and grasp him, calling out his name as you stretch yourself into him over and over again. His balls heave up and cock twitches as he spews strong ropes of thick cum into you. He calls out your name and tumbles over you, clutching you as he cants into you, hard at first then slowing as he softly rides out his orgasm.
His arms clutch you tightly as his heart races, then slows, then gently, he falls asleep next to you. You curl into him, lavishing in his imposing touch.
It had been so long since you had felt any kind of pleasure or safety and you wanted to stay in this room forever. However, you knew, the next day you would be moving on. And it was very likely neither of you would even talk about what just happened.
You look up to Joel’s sleeping face and felt sadness as he slowly and rhythmically breathed. But then felt his arms and legs wrapped around you tightly and felt safety. It was conflicting. Which wasn’t good. The last thing you needed was conflict on a journey that involved trying to keep you alive.
You guessed that he would pretend nothing happened the next morning when he woke up and braced yourself for that outcome.
THE RAVEN AND THE FIREFLY - CHAPTER 4 - DON'T YOU MOVE FROM HERE
Joel Miller X Fem reader
Minors DNI
Summary: Joel is talked into moving a girl that may be insane across the country to find a Firefly medical center where they think they can harness her immunity to the infected to create a cure. At the same time, her father, Poe, has found access to a drug that can stop the infection and revert it. However, Poe and his daughter Amy seem to suffer from delusions that they come from outer space. Are they really the only hope that the world has for a cure? Or are they part of a cult that believes in nonsense and prays on the mentally ill? Either way, Joel has been paid enough to escourt her safely to the meeting point. As long as nothing goes sideways he's going to get a big pay out.
A/N I said I wouldn't name chapters because I just didn't understand how FooMoo picked their chapter names but as I settle into this story and understand how the characters work, I am beginning to understand what is a more important statement and what should be underlined. So I named this chapter.
As always, Feel better, FooMoo. We miss you!
CHAPTER 4 - DON’T YOU MOVE FROM HERE
A military vehicle rumbled by, topped with young men in black uniforms casually sprawled out on the top of the vehicle, yet, stone faced and aiming guns like vipers ready to strike.
They were most likely high off pills like most young military were ushered to do these days. They tried to hide their shaking palms as they scan their flashlights and guns through the gutters for anyone out past curfew as they go into withdrawal.
They don’t want to be there either - shooting someone for being out past 9 pm. But they’ve been told it’s their duty and in a world devoid of morals and empathy, sometimes a uniform and a gun can make you feel like you have some control. But there’s the nagging feeling underneath, the primal knowledge, that they know this isn’t the way. So they take the pills and fund people like Joel who have to scurry past curfew through the streets to get them their supply.
Joel grabbed the back of your shirt and shoved you down into the dirty gutter water as you both held your breath and laid as flat as possible just as the spotlight of a guard grazed over your back but, thankfully, didn’t take notice.
“Thank god military brats are all drugged up now,” Joel says looking slowly up from the grimy water, “Their senses are dulled.”
You turn and raise an eyebrow at him.
“You need that leg up, don’t you old man?” You tease.
Joel heaves himself to his feet with a grunt and offers you his hand. You deny the helpful motion and stand up on your own, “See how I did that without grunting?” You smirk.
Joel dead stares you, “You wanna find your father on your own? Cause I’d love to just stay home with my feet up…”
“Nope.” You suddenly realize Joel isn’t messing around and that he could easily leave you to die in these unfamiliar circumstances.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” Joel moves closer to you and stares into your eyes with a stiff jaw, “When I say ‘duck’ you duck. When I say ‘run’ you run. When I say be silent you don’t say a goddamn word.” He points at you firmly. You stare at him with fear seeping into your expression.
“Got it.”
“Repeat it.” He firmly demands.
“You’re the boss.” You nod.
He continues to inspect the sincerity in your expression then finally lets up, “Good girl.” He gruffs, “Now move.” he quietly hisses as he gently pushes you forward in the gutter.
Eventually, the two of you find the door to the wall of the QZ and he knocks a slow, purposeful, pattern against it. The door swings open and the same guard that let you into the QZ stares at you through a battered and swollen face.
“Jeeezus!” You exclaim looking at him. He doesn’t acknowledge you and merely ushers you and Joel through quickly with a hand motion.
“Never come back here.” The guard hisses then outstretches his hand to Joel in anticipation. Joel palms a dirty ziplock bag of pills into his hand.
“Thank you.” Joel mumbles.
“Never let me see you around here again. I’ll shoot you on site if either of you come back.” The young guard glares at Joel.
“Understood.” Joel grunts and the two of you turn and sluff off into the landfill as the battered guard downs a pill then straightens his posture as he guards the door, staring like a stone statue into the night.
After clambouring and crawling through the tangled jungle of metal and random trash you and Joel finally reach the outter landfill wall. He falls to his haunches, leaning against the wall and takes a swig of his canteen while he catches his breath.
“You can’t go home.” You state the obvious but are confused why he would bet so much on your survival.
“Wasn’t much for me there anyways.” Joel flicks his eyes up to you then takes another swig of his canteen and offers you some. You shake it off and plunk down next to him, leaning against the wall.
“Why me?” You turn to him and ask. “Why would you help me above anyone else?”
Joel shifts uneasily, not sure weather to tell the truth or a lie.
“Money.” He lies.
“Bullshit.” You retort as you stare intently at him. Your eyes on him break down his confidence in the lie and he sighs.
“Maybe. Were you in a cult?”
“No.” You say simply. When Joel rolls his head towards you in disbelief you decide, reluctantly, to elaborate, “I remember fleeing with my father. I remember traveling through space on a small, cramped ship.” You retort. Joel simply continues to stare at you with an expression of disbelief. “Where could I get those memories from? And my father says the same thing.” Joel finally looks away realizing he wont get a straight answer from you that is anywhere near tethered to reality. He decides to drop it and changes the subject.
“I’m gonna boost you up.” He shuffles to his feet and cups his hands. “Once you’re up there I’ll move some garbage over I can climb up on to get me a little higher but I’m going to need you to help lift me over.”
“Sure.” You state looking up at the wall. “What’s on the other side of that wall?” You question nervously.
“Somewhere… your father.” He hadn’t said it as a snarky comment. There was an air of empathy in his words as he cupped his hands then nodded for you to put your foot in for a boost. You did as he instructed and with a grunt and a leap up you grabbed the top of the wall and with the momentum of Joel trying to toss you up you managed to scramble to the top and perch there, looking down at him.
Joel heaves some wooden skids and a metal cargo box over to the wall to give him a boost and reaches his hand up at you.
“I could leave you here right now and go on my own.” Your voice whispered down to him as you held your hand out but it rang out as an offer, not a threat. Joel slapped his hand onto your forearm then braced it with his other arm and stared back into your eyes as he stated,
“You’d die out there in a day without me. Besides, you heard the guard. I can’t go back. We’re stuck together.”
You nod, solumley, and as he jumps at the wall with all his might and a loud grunt, you heave him up with every last amber of your strength and the two of you tumble over the wall. He lands on top of you and both of you take a moment to get your wits about you before you realize he’s caging you in on the ground with his body. It takes you another moment to realize… you think you like it.
He pushes himself up on his forearms and stares at you for a bit too long.
“Sorry… I didn’t think you were that strong.”
You smile at him, “Must be my alien genetics.” You joke.
Joel tries to hide his smile as he rolls off of you. You pull yourself to your feet and make an over exaggerated “UUURGH!” Grunt as you do it and shoot a side eye with a smile at Joel. He tries to bow his head to hide a chuckle but you catch it and smile to yourself in a silent victory. “You gotta work on that old man grunt. One of these days it’s gonna give away your position.” You smirk. Joel playfully tosses a stick at you.
“I’m fifty six years old you little shit. I’m allowed to have body parts hurt for no reason.”
“Uuuuunghoookay.” You mock. Joel ignores your teasing and looks around the dark forest.
“We’re gonna hike for a few hours then camp in the forest. Do you have that in you?” He asks trying to get the interaction more professional.
You put your hands on your lower back and lean back comically with another loud groan, “Urrrgh… I think these weary bones can handle it.”
He hides another chuckle by turning his face away and jabs, simply,
in a grumble
“Fuck off.”
You and Joel hiked for hours through the woods. Joel was surprised your eye lids were disobeying you and drooping before his did. He opted for making camp in the deep woods but with no fire. Fire could possibly gain the attention of other people. Other people were almost more dangerous than the infected these days.
He rolled out his sleeping bag, as did you with the lantern in between you.
“Scream if you’re being eaten.” Joel says nonchalantly.
“Don’t feel you need to.” You retort.
There’s a long silence and you hear Joel sniffing the air loudly.
“What?” You ask, annoyed.
“Do you smell that?” Joel asks.
“Smell what?” You snap.
“It’s like…” Joel pauses to find his words, “Flowers and citrus.”
“I don’t smell anything.” You shut him down but in the back of your mind there is a tickle that tells you what that smell may be. He says nothing and rolls over in his sleeping bag to go to sleep.
You wake the next morning with a weight on you. Surprisingly, it’s physically, rather than emotionally. Joel has his large, strong, arm wrapped over you and one of his legs draped over your frame. You know you should move away, that this is some sort of internalized behaiour he has become accustomed to and not specific to you. However, you can’t help but push back into his body.
He moans in his sleep with pleasure and you feel his grasp around you get tighter. He slowly thrusts into you. You lean back and whisper to Joel to wake him up, “Joel… Joel! It’s me… Amy…” He holds you tighter and pushes his stubbly jaw further into your neck while he whines halfway between sleep and consciousness. His slow and gentle thrusting continues as he’s half asleep as he growls, “You smell so good.” As he buries his face into your neck and gently kisses your soft skin.
Your brain is faltering, skipping all over the place as Joel worships your flesh while half asleep. You scramble to collect your thoughts that won’t be corralled. Your father warned you about this. You know what this is.
You could have had a chance to hide it, but apparently are traveling alone with one of the only men in the galaxy who is compatible with you.
No!
You shout to yourself inwardly and shuffle away from Joel’s touch.
“I’m sorry…” Joel says sorrowfully. “I don’t know what got into me.” You turn and look at his deep brown sad eyes and all you want to do is jump on him, feel his body, let him gently explore you. You envision it in your mind within seconds and it makes your breath hitch and heart jump but as you look at him, unsure how to proceed, you realize, this needs to wait. To make sure its not just a hormonal shift you’re having that attracts him to you and you to him.
Fuck, this isn’t good.
You may be going into heat.
But you feel alone and terrified. For once you want some reprieve from just barely surviving and having some actual comfort.
You turn towards Joel and wrap your arms around him. He lets out a low, exhausted sigh as he nuzzles into your body.
“Don’t you move from here.” He whispers, half awake, as he pulls you tight.
The Raven And The Firefly CHAPTER 3
Minors DNI
Joel Miller X Fem Reader
Summary: Joel finds himself wrangled into a situation where he has to take a woman, who had lived on the outskirts of the QZ in the local landfill, to find her father, Poe. The Fireflies have heard that Poe has a drug that will cure the Cordycept virus that has ended most of the population and his daughter (the woman from the landfill) is immune but he won't give anything up until he has his daughter back in his arms. The same woman Joel is trying to deliver across he country safely. Tess waits with baited breath, waiting for the delivery of the cure for the virus while Joel and you travel across the country against all odds and hoping that what you heard wasn't just a pipe dream.
A/N I should say, first and foremost, that I am not the original creator of this story line and I am told to thank Stars Too Far Fans for finding this because, apparently, this story will tie into that. I'm a friend of the original author of Stars Too Far who is currently having health issues and they stated that intertwining two different fan fic series with an interesting plot line was one of their wishes while they recuperate. They wrote a lot more frequently than I can upkeep but have given me an outline of everything that will happen in this series and into another series. I know I have some big shoes to fill. I'm sorry I'm not them. But I hope I do this justice from their notes over the next few months or year. Please give some love to FooMoo. In the meantime, I will continue the horrifically intricate legacy they laid out for me as best as I can. XOX. Love you FooMoo.
I should also state, I don't know what to call the chapters because they would choose a poignant moment of dialogue and I'm feeling like this isn't my own so I won't be naming chapters. I'm sorry.
CHAPTER 3
You sit on the bed clad in Tess’s clothes, looking unsurely up at Tess who glares back with crossed arms. Your eyes dart to Joel, who is standing emotionless in the bathroom door until Tess shoots him a sharp glare and after he tries to hold it, is scorned too much by the heat and turns to busy himself with cleaning coffee mugs in the grimy sink.
“You’re wearing my clothes.” Tess says flatly to you.
You open and close your mouth like a fish desperately gasping for air in terror and look towards Joel who is doing everything in his power to pretend washing a mug will hold the universe together. He obviously will be no help to you.
“I… I just put on the clothes Joel told me to…” You stammer, yet knowing full well that they were Tess’s clothes.
Tess slowly shifts her eyes to Joel’s back that is still washing the same mug over and over in the sink. She grabs a pair of dirty his pants from the floor and throws it at him. They hit him and he freezes then sucumbs and turns around..
“What?” Joel gruffs at Tess, “Was she supposed to walk around in rags that smelled like garbage that would attract attention? Or would you prefer she just walked around naked? I worked with what I had.” Joel tries to justify.
Tess chews her teeth and exhales heavily.
“Come on. Both of you. We’re going to meet some Fireflies.” She rutts out.
“Are they going to kill me?” You ask as you walk with Tess.
“That isn’t my place to say.” Tess grunts.
“Are they going to kill you?” You ask.
“If the price is right.” Tess responds.
“What…” Joel pipes up, “... exactly is the price?” He asks standing firmly and not moving from his stance at the sink as Tess takes you by the arm and ushers you to move out the front door with her. She turns and shoots daggers in her stare and he merely cocks his eyebrow at her. Rolling her eyes, she ushers you back onto the couch and yanks Joel into the bathroom to talk privately.
“Look-” Tess starts, frustrated, as she shuts the bathroom door i, “I can’t go on this mission. They want me here to man the radio for an incoming frequency with intel about when we can intercept a shipment of drugs to Poe.”
“They’re using her as a bargaining chip?” Joel assumes and snarks.
“No…” Tess looks down and takes his large calloused hands in hers then looks back up into his suspicious eyes, “They say she’s immune.”
Joel steps back and his mind swirls with the implications of her statement. He sneers at the thought of this job and Tess sees his reaction and throws up her hands to calm him.
“I know… I don’t like it either. It’s sketchy. They aren’t giving me much information at this point but it seems like they may be correct. She doesn’t test positive or negative for infection, as we saw with the wall guard andt they’ve shown me CCTV images of her getting bitten and surviving.”
Joel turns his head to the bathroom door as if looking at you.
“What’s the worst that happens?” Tess bargained, “You take her to the Fireflies and they kill her? No skin off your back. And they wouldn’t go to us to do a job like that. They know we aren’t Bounty Hunters. They want her. And I’ve spoken with Poe on the radio-”
“You and that goddamn radio-” Joel starts to rage but Tess quells it,
“She’s important. And we pay off big. Like, enough money for me to get a home outside of the QZ with provisions for life and for you to search and find Tommy.”
Joel hesitates then sighs and looks down at his shoes for a moment while he digests the information.
“Fine.” He finally grunts.
“Good.” Tess breaks a small smile and raises a hand to caress his face. Joel angrily dodges it, “This will be good for both of us.”
Tess straightens up and turns to leave the bathroom before adding, “It smells like sex in here. Open a damn window, you mongoloid.”
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You, Tess and Joel scurry through the QZ, navigating large buildings like labyrinths in order to avoid the military on the streets and finally come to a long, cracked, dusty hallway with garbage strewn around it when Tess holds out her arm curtly to stop you and Joel from proceeding.
A large metal door slowly whines open and Marlene, a late 40’s black woman in an old army jacket, worn in combat boots and her curly hair tied up on the top of her head strides confidently into the hallway.
“The elusive Amy.” She smiles slowly as she takes you in. You turn your head and eye her suspiciously. She strides slowly forward, “And with Joel Miller. You keep popping up in my life though I’ve been trying my best to avoid you.” She teases.
“Same.” Joel grunts.
Marlene raises up a testing box to your neck and you cringe as it spikes you. As she lowers it and looks at the screen it reads nothing. Not positive or negative and she cocks her head and arches her eyebrows. “Well, you two seem to have brought us the correct person.”
Joel eyes Marlene suspiciously and realizes how valuable you are to her, all of the sudden and wrap an arm around you and pull you back behind him.,
“I’ll man the radio to listen for Poe since he trusts me-”
“Poe?!?” You stagger from behind Joel as he tries to contain you, “You can talk to my father?!?” You shout eagerly.
Marlene nods slowly then motions to a CV radio on a dusty and dilapidated wood table. You break out of Joel’s grasp and grab the radio, frantically trying to push buttons to make it work but nothing happens as you speak into it. Marlene slowly and gently picks the microphone out of your hand, pushes a few buttons and speaks into the microphone. Joel slowly wraps his arms around you, worried about any response you have.
“”X-Wing, are you there?” Marlene calmly asks into the void of radio. Your eyes dart back and forth between her and the radio as you almost burst in excitement.
“I hear you, Lightning Bug.” a raspy monotone voice returns from the radio.
You barrel out of Joel’s grasp and grab the microphone from Marlene’s hands.
“Dad! It’s me Aimeo!”
There’s a long pause. So long you look to Joel dwith a helpless glare that shoots into his soul and Marlene with tears welling in your eyes.
“My girl…” Poe weaky and shakily responds through his tears.
“Where are you?!?” you frantically ask clutching the microphone, however, Marlene switches off he radio and prys the mic out of your hand. She shakes her head sternly,
“You can’t know where he is if you want to find him. The radio isn’t safe. You’ll get to him, but you can’t ever talk about where you are or where he is or it puts both of you in Jeorpardy.”
Tears silently flowed down your face as your jaw tightened and your fists clenched. You wanted to rage and attack her.
A hand grasped your shoulder then soothed down your back.
“We’re going to him.” Joel soothed you. You barely could catch your hitching breath as you turned and looked at him as he tried to quell you.
“Go pack your bag with the rations and supplies over there.” Marlene instructed you. You looked to Joel, still teary eyed and emotionally shaky and he just nodded at you. You put your head down and did as you were told.
“Is that really her father?” Joel asked as soon as you were out of ear shot
“Well, it’s the closest damn thing we’ll ever find to a man that shares their weird delusion of being from outerspace.” Joel raised an eyebrow. “This whole situation is fucked. She’s apparently immune, her father has drugs that can stop the spread, they all think they’re from space… It reads like some mentally ill cult shit but… she doesn’t read anything… and Poe’s drugs have helped a kid. I don’t know what to think. I just know she needs to get to the medical facility. And if I was you, never let her actually meet Poe. We need this mental dillusion to keep going smoothly until we can get answers.”
THE RAVEN AND THE FIREFLY
CHAPTER 2
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem reader.
Summary: Tess finds a high paying job to find a girl hiding out in a landfill outside of the QZ that is wanted by Fireflies, Military, and bounty hunters. Joel finds her first and through a strange connection they decide to work together.
MINORS DNI - Masturbation, nudity, drugs, overdose, violence.
CHAPTER 2
I'M LOVABLE LIKE A MOLTOV COCKTAIL
You trade off the warm, wet lengths of fabric for the next two hours on Joel’s bare back ,hoping his muscles will cooperate and release. He manages to heave himself up in bed with a wince, which you consider a good sign. You look up from your corner where you had begun knitting and caution him,
“How do you know my name?” Joel asked suspiciously.
“Easy there… you don’t want to aggravate your back.” you say adjusting a pillow behind him, “Back problems are no joke.”
“How do you know my name?” Joel repeated again, this time losing patience and enunciating louder and slower to try and elicit a response with a more aggressive tone.
“The Poe you spoke about; that’s my father. I remember when he came home that night, the night before the outbreak, I had a nightmare and went searching for him but he wasn’t home yet and there was only the babysitter downstairs. I was unconsolable until he came in the door and told me he had been working late for you, Joel Miller.”
“Small damn world.” Joel mumbles as he shakes his head in disbelief, “Did he say anything else about me?”
“Just that you seemed like a good boss, a good man, and that you had a daughter a few years older than me.”
“I did.” Joel says looking down at his lap to hide the sorrow in his eyes.
“Oh… I see.” You say, instantly understanding the lost expression on his face. The world had washed that expression over most people’s faces since the outbreak and had become all too familiar. “I’m sorry… My mother took off with my brother when I was young and I got separated from my father the first night of the outbreak. Losing family is awful.” You reach over and put a hand on his shoulder. He jumps a bit from your touch, shaken from the shadowy thoughts he had been engulfed in.
There’s a clanking noise from outside the small den which made you jump to alert. You scurry to the shelf and pull out a bottle full of liquid with a rag tucked in the top. Something Joel immediately recognizes as a molotov cocktail.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell are you gonna do with that?” Joel tried to calm you down by raising his palms.
“There’s a back exit. I’ll throw this at the front door, the fire will go out that way, searching for the closest oxygen and we can escape out the back. I’ve had to do it the last few nights when military patrol was getting too close.” You grab Joel under his arms and with both of you grunting you heave him to his feet then jam your body under his shoulder with your arm around his waist to stabilize him, readying for your escape.
“There’s gotta be a better way than lighting the fucking place on fire!” Joel breathes fearfully.
“Joel?” A voice calls out from somewhere outside in the landfill.
There’s a pause as Joel suddenly realizes who the intruder is.
“Tess?” He calls back.
“You know them?” You angrily hiss at Joel.
“It’s fine. She’s a friend. You can let her in.” You hobble Joel to the front opening and slide him down the wall as you gently as you can then push the bulky trash out of the doorway to reveal Tess turning around a few meters away trying to find where Joel’s voice had come from. She turns, shocked when she sees the opening revealed and Joel slumped on the ground with you carefully watching her. She frantically pulls her gun and aims it steadily at you. You raise your hands submissively but sneer at her in contempt.
“Are you okay Joel?” Tess calls to Joel.
“I’m fine. Put the gun down. She’s not dangerous.” Joel confirms. Slowly Tess lowers her gun then slides it into the back of her pants.
She keeps her eyes on you as she passes you and goes to Joel’s side.
“Are you hurt? Did she hurt you?” Frantically, Tess blurts out as she starts pulling at his clothes looking for signs of injury.
“I’m fine. I just threw my back out.” He grunts and waves off her touch.
“Why is there a dead man at the garbage truck?”
“Overdose. It was nobody’s fault.” Joel calmly states.
“Weeelll… “ You chime in as Joel and Tess turn and stare at you, “You did sell him the drugs so technically it could be-”
“You followed me.” Joel cuts in, suddenly jolting his head to Tess to give her an angry stare to change the subject, his voice dripping with gruff annoyance.
“I sensed you were lying about not knowing anything about the fires in the landfill and someone living here,” Tess looks up at you, “And apparently… I was right.”
“It was more of a she found me situation, but yeah, I had seen some things in the last few days that tipped me off there was someone out here.”
“I hate to break up this heartfelt reunion, but we need to get inside. If you managed to track us here then others won’t be far behind.” You hurry them. Tess nods and helps me limp Joel back inside.
She sits down on one of the jenky chairs and props her arms up on her thighs as she stares you down.
“Lots of people are looking for you.” Tess says raising an eyebrow.
“What can I say, I’m a lovable person.” You snark flatly, putting the molotov cocktail back on the shelf.
“Care to elaborate about who’s on that list of people?” Joel looks up at Tess from his spot on the floor, leaning against the wall as he winces in pain and tries to sit up straighter.
“Military. Fireflies. Probably some other thieves and criminals that have been outsourced to find you.”
“Hm.” You grunt, not particularly interested in the information or elaborating. Joel looks back and forth between you and Tess and rolls his eyes in exasperation.
“Someone explain. Now!”
“All I know is that The Fireflies want you and I’m supposed to tell you the name ‘Poe’ and you’ll understand.” Tess says, staring intently at you. At the drop of that name you and Joel both perk up.
“How do you know that name?” You ask nervously, suspiciously and excited.
“I, don’t know that name…” Tess stated frankly, “The Fireflies do. And if that’s of any interest to you then you’re going to have to come with me to meet up with them to find out more. They only told me the name. That’s it.”
“Why do the military want you?” Joel asks you suspiciously.
“How the fuck should I know? I live in a trash pile. It’s not like I have access to a radio, tv or phone. I don’t exactly have my finger on the pulse of the latest gossip circles.” You get up and pace a couple of times across the room in thought and finally stop and sigh, hanging your head in defeat. “Fine. I’ll go with you.”
“Good. We’ll get you into the QZ and you can bunker down at Joel’s place while I track them down. We can meet with them in the morning once I let them know I found you. Pack whatever you need to take fast and let's get out of here.” Tess instructs.
“‘Need to take?’” you quote her with a laugh as you raise an eyebrow then motion around the room, “From the garbage house? Yeah. I’m good. Let’s go. We’ll head out the back to ensure that anyone following us won’t see us.
They weaved their way through the darkness in the labyrinth of the landfill until they got to the giant foreboding concrete wall of the QZ. There was a guard standing, looking tired and bored staring out over the landfill.
“Tiko!” Tess harshly whispered and the guard turned their head and shone their flashlight mounted on their rifle abruptly over to the broken down, rusted out car they were hiding behind. Tess shielded her eyes from the harsh flashlight.
“Tess? Hurry up! There’s going to be another patrol coming through any second.” The guard hissed at them and waved them towards the large metal door he guarded. However, he stiffened up as soon as he saw Joel and you come creeping behind Tess, “Whoa, whoa, whoa! You said you were just coming out to get your friend. I’m counting an extra head here. You can’t just go picking up strays and bringing them into the QZ. How do I know she’s not infected?”
“There aren’t infected in the landfill” Tess argues. The guard crosses his arms and tilts his head, knowing that Tess knows better than to assume, “Fine. Test us. Just make it quick!” She rolls her eyes and angles her neck towards him. He pulls out a small black box and puts it up to Tess’s neck and pushes a button. She winces as it tests her and after a moment it flashes a green screen. Next he does Joel who also comes up green. Lastly he motions for you to step forward. You’re visibly nervous, your eyes darting around and licking your lips. You’re unsure of what to do and don’t trust the guard but do as Joel and Tess did and offer up your neck. There’s a small pricking feeling that makes you jump and the guard holds the box in his hands, awaiting the results but the screen stays black.
“Hm. That’s weird.” He motions for you to offer your neck up again and he pushes the box against it again for another reading. Just as the second test pricks your neck there are flash lights bobbing and throwing their light over the trash heaps in the background.
“Jesus! Hurry up Tiko!” Tess urges him angrily.
“I dunno, there’s something wrong with the reader. It’s not giving me a positive or a negative. It’s like there’s nothing there at all!” He bangs the box with his hand frantically as the fashlights are getting closer, “Just go!” He harshly whispers as he unlocks the door and heaves it open with a rusty groan.
“I owe you one!” Tess pats his shoulder as she gives him a fist full of money and the three of you dart through and get the door closed just as the blinding spotlight of the flashlight washes over the door making the guard squint and raise a hand to block the light from his eyes.
“What are you doing coming from the middle of the landfill?” The guard asks.
“Special mission. Confidential. Did I hear you open that door?” The two patrol members question.
“Wish I could go on a special mission” The guard changes the subject. “Gets fucking boring watching a damn door all night doing nothing.”
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Joel opened his apartment door and you followed him in just as the first light of day was washing in through his dusty windows. He flops down on his bed with a grunt and lays an arm over his eyes. You walk carefully through the room, scanning his belongings, tracing your fingers over random objects and looking out the window that overlooked the landfill in the distance. You see the sad face he had drawn in the dust and carefully dragged your finger above it to add angry eyebrows to it. After circling the room once you go to sit down on his couch but he shouts out, abruptly, “AH! NO!” stopping you mid-sit as your eyes flick up at him.
“What?” You ask looking around, frozen in the air.
“You smell awful. You’re not sitting on anything in here until you take a shower and change your clothes.” He orders without looking up from his comfortable position on the bed.
“You were just crawling through the same landfill as me, you don’t smell any better.” You point out.
“My home, my smell, my rules. Go shower. I’ll leave some of Tess’s clothes that she left here for you to wear. Besides, I can’t have you prowling around dressed like a hobo goblin.”
“We prefer the term unhoused elf.” You snark at him as you enter the bathroom. The door closes and Joel looks over at it as he hears the water to the shower hiss as it turns on. He smirks. “Unhoused elf my ass.” He mumbles gruffly through a smile as he closes his eyes.
When the bathroom door swings open again with a creak, Joel's eyes pop open from his shallow sleep. He turns his head to see you standing in the bathroom doorway in a towel with steam drifting around in the bathroom behind you. Joel can’t help but scan your pale, ivory skin as his mind momentarily slips to unprofessional thoughts. He shakes himself out of it and sits up pointing at a pile of Tess’s clothes sitting on the couch as he still tries to shake the dust of sleep off.
“Clothes are there.” He grunts.
“These are Tess’s clothes?” You ask picking them up and lazily inspecting the pile in your hand while holding the towel around you in the other.
“Mhm.” Joel mumbles and turns onto his back again, mostly to stop his eyes from taking you in.
“Is Tess your wife?” You question.
Joel snorts a laugh, “No.”
“Girlfriend?”
“No.” Joel snaps becoming more agitated at the personal questions.
“So why are her clothes at your house?”
“Pick a reason.” Joel snaps and turns over to face the back of the couch as he lays down.
“Fine…” You say padding back into the bathroom and before closing the door slip in, “Intricate love triangle with kinky results it is.”
“Hey-” Joel raises his head to scold you, but you had already closed the door and were getting changed. You came out, clean and dressed and went to sit on the couch but paused half way while sarcastically looking at Joel for permission.
“Proceed.” He grunted and you flopped down.
“You need to shower too.” You say tossing a pillow at him. The pillow lands on his torso and he shrugs it off and grunts tiredly with no attempt to get up so you try to convince him, “It’ll be good for your back to have some hot water and steam. Plus you fucking stink.” Joel eyes you, irritated, but you catch him trying to take a covert sniff of himself and can’t hide the wince from the smell. He heaves himself up, grabs some clean clothes from his dresser then shoots a dark and annoyed stare back at you before he disappears into the bathroom.
You hear the shower turn on and decide to take this opportunity to snoop through Joel's belongings.
The hot water hit Joel’s shoulders and he dropped his head forward with a relieving sigh. His large calloused hand grabbed the bar of soap and began washing himself, slowly lathering and enjoying the slippery feel on his skin. That’s when his mind betrayed him again and flashed to you in a towel, standing doe-eyed in his living room. He shook his head to try to get the image to knock itself loose from his subconsciousness, however, his hands betrayed him as they crept below his waist and the image came flooding back, this time animated with you walking towards him, swaying your hips and smiling seductively at him as the towel dropped off of you. Your strong thighs straddled him on the couch and warm damp touch from the shower cradled the sides of his face as you pulled him in for a deep, long kiss.
He took a shaking breath, but it was too late to try to shove the thoughts and images aside. He was already palming his rock hard cock. He exhaled a shaky breath as water flowed in rivers off his downturned head and he steadied himself on the shower wall with his other hand as he began to pump slowly on his throbbing member.
The vision of you running your hands through his hair and wildly grasping at him while your tongue probed his gasping mouth filled his mind. He could feel your warm skin purring against his. A warm tingling built up in his stomach as pleasure trickled out throughout his body. He felt every inch of you in his mind, his hands exploring and caressing you as you gave yourself to him. The burning coil within his core tightened as he pumped wildly on himself, trying to envision the warm wet pulsing of your pussy.
All at once he jutted forward, catching himself on the shower wall with his mouth wide open as if to let out a silent scream. The vein in his cock throbbed as he spurted ropes of cum against the shower wall and he lost his footing and stumbled for a moment.
He panted, arm crooked and holding himself against the wall while he caught his breath and regained his composure. He looked up at the harsh rain of the shower head then lazily palmed the shower handle and turned it off.
“Fuck.” He sighed, partially in amazement and partially in fear. “That’s not good.” He immediately felt shame at his unprofessionalism. You’re a job. His livelihood. He couldn’t be thinking of you this way.
“Joel?” Tess’s voice rung out from the living room.
“Fuck.” He muttered again, knocking a frustrated fist against the shower wall. Slowly he pulled himself out of the shower and dressed, trying to put on his game face.
BACK TO THE RAVEN AND THE FIREFLY MASTERLIST
THE RAVEN AND THE FIREFLY
CHAPTER 1 - QUOTH THE RAVEN NEVERMORE
Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem Reader
Joel is put onto garbage duty in the QZ and he finds a woman he never thought he would meet. She makes him see stars.
Minors DNI. Drug use, violence, overdose. But no smut. So we'll tick that off next time.
Also, welcome Stars Too Far readers that figured it out!
“Fucking, Tommy…” Joel muttered, irate, as he stepped in the door to his house.
“Ah, don’t blame him. He’s just working through some stuff. Besides, if he was more responsible, I’d be out of work.” A man followed in behind Joel. They’re both covered in dirt and sweat from working all day and their work boots clunked on the floor as they walked.
“I guess you’re right.” Joel stubbornly admitted, “But we would have been done at a reasonable hour if he had at least called and told me he wouldn’t be coming in. His childish crap got us three hours behind today. I could have seen my daughter before she went to bed.”
“Yeah, that’s rough. They grow up too fast. We spend too much time working to provide for them.” Joel’s co-worker says as he flops down on the old couch and looks around Joel’s living room. Joel moves to the kitchen then points at him and asks,
“You want a beer?”
“God, yes.”
Joel comes back and twists off the top of a bottle of beer and tosses the cap onto the coffee table then hands it to him before he does the same with his and sits down on a large comfortable chair, putting his boot up on the coffee table, swigging his cold beer and sighing with exhaustion.
“So… ‘Poe’... That’s a funny name. I thought you said you were from Guatemala? Is that short for something?”
“Nah… My father was just a big Edgar Allen Poe fan, I think.”
“Ah, ‘Quoth the raven Nevermore’ and so on?” Joel quotes.
Poe nods and laughs, “Yeah something like that.”
“I never really caught the bug for reading except to Sara when she was little.” Joel admits.
“Me neither. But hey, Dr Suess is still a doctor, right. That counts as intellectual reading”
Joel laughs and leans over to cheers Poe, “Man, I miss the years of reading to Tan and Amy.”
“Those your kids?”
“Yeah, Amy is 9 and Tan is 11.” Poe nods as he sips his beer.
“‘Tan’? Your family is big into unlikely naming conventions, huh?”
“Short for Tanner.” Poe explains.
“Oh, right,” Joel laughs at the now obvious answer. “I’d like to meet ‘em sometime.”
“Sure, well, you can meet Amy. I haven’t seen Tan in years. He’s technically not my kid but I raised him for a long time. His mother suffered from mental illness. Times got tough for a bit and I didn’t know she went off her meds to try to save money for us. She started having delusions, thinking Tan was some prophecy from another galaxy. She took off with him. I filed missing person reports but the cops don’t care about a Gringo like me and his broke family. Swept it under the rug. I looked for them for years but they both disappeared without a trace. I know they're out there somewhere though. One day I’ll find ‘em. She’s not a bad mother. She would never hurt her kids. She just can’t tell what’s real and what’s not when she isn’t on her meds.” Poe shakes his head, sadly as he stares off to somewhere in space.
“I’m so sorry. Between the addiction problems, mental illness and everyone being broke these days it’s tough but no one should lose their family from it.”
“Yeah…Life happens too fast sometimes and we’re just left struggling to try to keep up and slow it the fuck down again.”
“I’m glad I met you today, Poe.” Joel says.
“Yeah, I’m glad I was available to help today. You really remind me of someone I met a long time ago, actually.”
“A good guy, hopefully?”
“Yeah. He really was. Lives really far away so I don’t see him anymore though.” Poe finishes his beer then as he puts it down notices the time on his watch. “Oh shit… it’s really late. I gotta get going. Do you need me on the site tomorrow?” Poe asks Joel as he gets up and puts his jacket back on.
“Yeah, come on by. Even if Tommy does manage to bless us with his presence tomorrow I can always find some work for you to do.”
“Thanks, man.” Poe extends his hand and heartily shakes Joel’s hand. “It really means a lot to me that you’re helping me out like this under the table.”
Joel waves him off as he walks him to the door.
“I know how it is.” He comforts him, “I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.”
Poe thanks him again then turns and goes to get in his truck as Joel closes the door. Joel rubs the back of his neck tiredly and walks into the kitchen with the empty beer bottles and puts them in the sink. As he walks out of the kitchen to go upstairs to bed he passes a calendar that has tomorrows date circled that says in Sara’s loopy handwriting, “Dad’s Birthday”.
Joel shuts the lights off and goes upstairs to bed leaving the house blanketed in the silence of night.
…………………………….
A large dirty handkerchief is tied around Joel’s face and his clothes are covered in grime as he wipes the sweat dripping from his forehead in the blazing summer sun. He’s taking a momentary break as he unloads garbage from a large truck into the local landfill. A job he didn’t outright hate. It paled in comparison to sewage work or worse, burning the infected corpses in mass open graves. It could have been worse work today, however, the downside is the worse the work is, the better the pay is.
Sure, the landfills smelled horrible, so bad in the heat of the summer it could make your eyes water, but there were no people out here. It was like being in outer space. Just miles and miles of nothing. Technically, it was outside of the QZ, but it still had a large concrete wall around it so the infected couldn’t get in. The government liked to needlessly protect their trash and use everyone’s tax dollars on useless expenditures rather than giving the people proper rations or access to consistent clean water. Staring at the landfill wall always sparked some silent anger deep down in Joel’s chest but it was just one of many things in the world after the outbreak that enraged him.
Seagulls suddenly fluttered up from a spot in the distance then circled frantically around the area, cawing and creating a ruckus. Joel shielded his eyes from the sun and squinted into the distance to see what could have possibly startled them.
“What the?”
A figure emerged on the top of the trash heap in the horizon, wearing a tattered shawl. It seemed to turn and look at Joel and the truck then skittishly, turned and disappeared on the other side of the trash heap.
The driver of the truck came around and elbowed Joel to get his attention.
“What are you doing? Get on the truck. We’re done for the day.”
“Wh-” Joel turns and looks to the driver. “Did you see that?”
“See what?” The driver asked, feigning interest as he walked back to the driver’s seat.
“That person… over there on the hill.”
The driver laughed at him, “You’ve been out in the sun too long. Here,” He tosses Joel a water bottle which Joel unscrews and takes a sip but never takes his eyes away from the horizon to see if they will appear again. “There’s nothing out there but old mattresses, wood skids and the occasional dead seagull.”
After a moment of staring into the wavy heat of the distance Joel concludes it must have just been a heat mirage and shakes his head to regain his composure then heaves his tired body into the passenger seat of the truck.
“Get yer eyes checked, old man.” The driver says as he puts the truck in gear and it grinds into motion, jerking and bouncing over the neglected, gravel landfill road.
……………………………..
Joel is sitting at the rickety, worn, wood table in his dilapidated studio suite. It’s a tiny room with dusty windows and cracked walls. It didn’t make any sense to put money into anything nicer. He had given up on planning a future beyond these cracked walls. Not that there was anything nicer to live in anymore in the QZ. Everything was crumbling and no one knew how to fix it. From the living spaces, to infrastructure, government, laws, morals and hope. From the top to bottom the entire thing was crackling like an old statue, every now and then a facial feature would just slide off without warning, forever changing the once beautiful place and making it ugly, scary and dangerous.
An open bottle of unlabeled dark liquor sits on the table next to him and a greasy, fingerprint smeared glass holds a splash of whiskey still left in the bottom. Joel looks down at his broken watch in front of him, the one Sara had fixed for his birthday. That fateful night that she was shot to death by military when the outbreak started. The night his entire life lost its meaning and any sense of purpose. But the entire world seemed to have lost its meaning and purpose that night, Joel realizes as he downs the last bit of whiskey in his glass and refills it. Why should his life be any different?
He gets up, swaying slightly and suddenly feeling how tipsy he is. With his glass of whiskey in his hand, he steps over to the window to look out over the city. The dust had amounted thickly on the window so he had to use his flannel shirt to rub a circle in it to look out. He, mostly, didn’t want to know what was going on in the world outside unless it had to do directly with him so windows often had no purpose other than free light or an escape route.
No one dared to walk the QZ at night. The military jeeps were full of young men, mostly hopped up on drugs that Joel sold to them, with itchy trigger fingers and anger from having their future robbed of them. Joel didn’t blame them for their anger. Hence, why he justified selling drugs to people barely adults. They had no future. They were born into this godforsaken place, would never leave it, and deserved a break from reality now and then. However, anger and mind altering substances often make terrible bed partners and oftentimes innocent people would be shot after dark, almost as if target practice. The only ones scurrying around were the thieves, drug runners, some Fireflies and anyone up to no good. Joel had been one of those for years. Less and less now as he ages but, on occasion Tess will bring him a job and he finds himself trying to cloak himself in night as he’s dodging headlights and cowering in the shadows of crumbling buildings for a few measly bucks.
He looks down at the street below and sees Tess dodge across the street between military vehicles passing and he shakes his head with a sigh, “You’re gonna get yourself killed.” His hand reaches up to his dusty window and draws a sad face in it.
The eye of that sad face flickered at him. Joel did a double-take flicking his eyes back at the dust drawing he just did. Again, he saw the flickering just beyond the sad face in the dusty window, He quickly used the sleeve of his flannel shirt again to clear another patch to look out and there it was, clear as day, a small fire, with smoke pluming up from it, coming from the landfill.
“I knew I saw you!” Joel whispers to himself proudly.
He watches for a few moments more before the fire suddenly seems to go out as if water was dumped on it. He eventually turns and flops down in bed. The alcohol taking hold, and the pills didn’t hurt either. He would sleep for 8 full hours tonight, but restless, synthetic sleep. Never the less, sleep that was welcomed.
……………………………
There’s an arm around him. He stirs suddenly and looks down with a start as Tess’s voice rings out from her position curled up to him,“One of these days you’ll get used to me sleeping next to you and not wake up like I’m going to murder you.” She smiles as she, too stirs from her sleep.
“Yeah, well… maybe you’ve murdered a few too many people for me to consider that option.” Joel grunts sitting up.
“Hello Pot, this is Kettle and he is black.” Tess jokes.
“What were you scurrying around for last night?” Joel grogilly rubs his face.
“You saw that, huh?” Tess quips.
“If I saw it, then you know the military saw it too. Or worse, the Fireflies.” Joel goes to put on a pot of coffee.
“Maybe the Fireflies sent me out there last night.” Tess teases as she raises an eyebrow at him. He looks over his shoulder hesitantly then decides to drop it.
“Why do you keep coming here?” He turns and leans against the small kitchenette counter.
“Dancing is more fun with a partner.” She snarks. “Not that you are ever sober enough to stand after 7 PM.” Joel shoots her a glare, pours coffee into a mug for himself and one for Tess and hands it to her. She nods and takes a careful sip.
“The Fireflies did send me out last night. There’s been camp fires in the landfill and they want me to find who is lighting them.”
“Hm.” Joel says sipping his coffee, deciding not to disclose what he had seen the previous day in the landfill.
“They think it’s a woman and they want to speak to her.”
“Is that so?” Joel fakes disinterest.
“There’s a big pay out if I find her and bring her to them.”
Joel puts his coffee down and Tess knows she has his attention.
“How much?”
“Enough to get us out of here.”
Joel sighs in exasperation.
“We’re not getting out of here. There’s nowhere else to go.” He states simply and slightly frustrated to argue this with her once again.
“You’ve seen it. I can tell. You’ve been on the landfill crew for the last few weeks. You’ve seen something.”
Joel buttons up and sits at the table, concentrating on his coffee.
“Joel - “ Tess approaches him and crowds in excitedly, “Have you seen her?”
“You need to work on getting a battery for that car if you really want to drive out there to your death. Don’t worry about what isn’t living in the landfill.”
Tess watches him intently for a moment.
“You’re a terrible liar, Joel Miller.” She stands up with a huff. “I’m going out to the landfill tonight,” She states as she slings on a backpack and moves to the door. “Come with me or don’t. I don’t care.”
“I won’t.” Joel sips his coffee, faking disinterest.
Tess opens the door and before she leaves, she says over her shoulder, “Hurry up You’ll be late for your shift shoveling garbage until you die on your feet.” She steps out and closes the door. Joel sneers at the door once she’s gone then looks at the time and jolts up, realizing he’s late.
“Shit.”
…………………….
The garbage truck jolts and jars as it enters the landfill as Joel sits silently in the passenger seat.
“You smell like a brewery.” The driver says.
“Last I checked booze aint prohibited.” Joel snaps at him looking forward out the cracked windshield.
“You got anything for me today?” The driver changes the subject. Joel sighs, knowing he’d be kicked of this gig if he didn’t keep brigbing the driver with fentanol pills. He hands him a small zip lock bag with four pills in it. The driver smiles and exclaimes, Ha! There it is. Come to Papa!” He chimes as he drops a pill into his mouth and swallows.
Joel shakes his head and grunts to himself, seeing the irony of the driver’s guilt trip. But that’s the thing with the younger generation. Pills to numb the pain of living has become so common place that it’s not even blinked at when someone is high all the time. But someone who works and connects and pulls strings to find alcohol is shunned. Joel partook in pills as well, but he knew how quickly they could ruin your ability to make money. And money keeps you alive in the QZ even if you go crazy by not medicating with drugs.
“Get out and shovel.” The driver ordered. Joel opens his door that creaked and groaned it’s own symphony of discontent, then jumped down to begin shoveling the garbage off the back of the truck.
He started by tossing out some large, broken and forgotten furniture into the landfill and suddenly, his back spazmed and he felt a shot of pain that sent him to his knees. He cried out in pain but the driver didn’t respond. He couldn’t move as he crumpled to the ground and called for the driver, “Crankshaft!” He called out the driver’s nic name but there was no response. He crawled around the side of the truck and saw his door still open and a cloaked figure bending into the cab of the truck.
“Hey!” He shouted. You looked back at him momentarily from under your hooded, tattered shawl, then went back to what you were doing in the cab of the truck. “STOP!” Joel commanded but you didn’t back away. After a moment you pulled out Crankshaft and laid him on the ground. He was foaming at the mouth, overdosing. You began giving CPR, pumping hard on his chest, rhythmically then breathing into his mouth.
“What are you doing?” Joel shouted as he crawled closer. You worked on him over and over but it was obvious he wasn’t coming back. You fall back, your cloak falling off your face as you panted, exhausted, “Is he….”
“I’m sorry…” You say, “He’s gone to the stars now.”
Joel notes your odd phrasing of his passing.
“Fuck.” Joel hangs his head.
“He was a friend of yours?” You ask.
“No. He gave me a job. And now I’m fucked. They will blame me for him overdosing”
“Ah…” You trail off, not understanding but also not caring and look to the horizon. “Goodbye then.” You get up, lift your hood over your head and goes to walk away.
“Wait!” Joel raises a hand to you from his position on the ground.
“I can’t walk. And they’ll blame me and kill me if they find out he overdosed.” He knows pleading won’t work on people so he pulls out his bag of fentanol. “I’ll give you these pills to sell if you help me to where you’re staying for tonight”
“The pills that just killed your friend?” You raise an eyebrow.
“Well, yeah. It’s all I have to offer.”
You approach him then with a studious pause lean down and wrap your arms around his midsection, hefting him to his feet.. Joel shouts in pain.
“Stop.” You hiss at him. “We can’t hide if you’re screaming.”
Joel nods between pants and the two of you slowly make your way over the landfill.
It took hours but you made it to a small hill of garbage where you pulled back some wooden skids and tarps to reveal a hole that went down into the landfill. You struggled to get him inside then pulled the random trash to hide the door again. You sat with him in complete darkness for a moment before you fumbled around and managed to lite a lantern made of an old, dirty jar and coat hangers. You grabbed him with your other free hand and hobbled him into a small room that opened up with a wood burning stove, a bed and a broken bookcase that had shattered kitchenware. You lower him onto the bed..
“You’re the one I saw the other day that frightened the seagulls.” Joel tiredly states.
“Yes.” You admit openly.
“Who are you?”
“People call me Amy.” You say warming up a kettle in the wood burning stove.
“What do you call you?” Joel weakly asks.
“My real name is Ameo”
“Huh… I used to know a guy that worked for me who had a weird name. He named his kids normal names though. Probably the trauma of being named after a horror writer. One of his kids was named Amy, actually.”
“Common name.” You shrug.
Joel relaxes into the bed as you pour the kettle into a bowl and soak long strips of fabric in the hot water. You pull up his flannel and undershirt, “What are you.-” You place the long strips of warm fabric along his back and he immediately understands what you’re doing as the warm fabric strips begin to relax his back.
“What was your friend’s weird name?” You ask smoothing more strips along his back.
“Poe. After Edgar Allen Poe.”
Amy stopped what she was doing.
Joel looked back, “Are you okay?”
Amy’s hands shook and her eyes grew wide. Joel tried to turn to look at her as much as he could.
She asks,
“Are you Joel?”
THE RAVEN AND THE FIREFLY MASTERLIST
CHAPTER 17
THE RAVEN AND THE FIREFLY
Pairing: Mandalorian x fem reader x Poe Dameron
Summary: I have no excuse for this. Good luck.
Minors DNI. Smut, filth, fluff.
Bo Katan, The Luc that had approached you with the severed storm trooper head and another tall human stands in the shabby living room of your home while Din cradles Shy-Tan, trying not to look nervous and you inspect the male Luc with wide eyes. You slowly reach up to his face to touch his glowing stripes and he flinches at first, then silently lets you touch them.
“I didn’t know we could get them on our face…” You say in awe.
The unknown tall man in flight gear steps forward. He has a dark 5 o’clock shadow lining a square jaw and dark eyes that stare out from under his furrowed brow. Thick loose brown curls, lined with some grey wave over his head.
“I’m Poe Dameron. I’m leading the Resistance in this sector. I heard of the bounty on your child. I’ve been working with the Lucs rescued by the Resistance for some time now. It was unanimously decided that we needed to step in on this situation.”
You stare at Poe’s face then finally blurt out, “How long does it take you to grow a full beard?”
Din jumps up, slightly embarrassed and ushers you behind him,
“She’s new to the whole socialising thing,” He awkwardly tries to explain, “ I think what she meant to say is, ‘Why do you find us so important that you’ve moved an entire fleet of people that we thought were extinct and in hiding to help us?’”
Poe tilts his head and crosses his arms as if to search if Din was being sarcastic.
“You’re married to the last living female Luc in the universe. Your child is a boy. That means Lucs will become extinct with no more females to have children. There have only been two successful Luc/Mandalorian births in the universe. Her parents and now you two. Prophets have said the male child born to a Mandalorian and a Luc will be the end of the universe…” Poe looks down sadly and shakes his head, “I don’t believe that. The universe ended Lucs. Not the other way around. Your race deserves protection for the last generations it exists.”
“I like him.” You whisper quickly up to Din. Din merely tilts his helmet down at you and you bite your lip and know to stop.
“Bo?” Din looks to Bo Katan for her input.
She merely shakes her head and shrugs.
“I know Poe is a good man. I know this fleet of Lucs killed thousands of Storm Troopers and took out numerous Imperial Cruisers. They wouldn’t do that for nothing. I think it’s safe to go with them. They can offer you more protection than we can and obviously know how to hide better than what we can offer if they have hidden the male Lucs for decades.” She reasons.
Din sternly bargains with Poe, “Neither Shy-Tan or my Riduur ever leave my site. I want to take the Razor Crest. It’s our home. And I want myself and my Riduur informed of every move that is being made by the fleet or in regards to us.”
“Deal.” Poe firmly sticks out his hand and Din shakes it.
Poe looks over at you. “I’ll make sure you’re safe. You have my word”
“You’re kind of cute.” You blurt out as if just realising it and not hearing his words.
Din sighs and takes you by your hand and leads you back to the Razor Crest. He’s surprised when Poe follows you,
“Wait!” Poe calls to both of you, “My X-Wing was destroyed and I no longer have a ship. I’d like to fly with you. I can update you on the situation.
Din pauses and inspects him for a moment then says simply, “No.” and turns again.
“Din,” Bo Katan calls to Din. He turns to see her jogging up to catch him, “He’s the best pilot in the galaxy. You would benefit from having him on board with such sacred cargo.
Din looks from you, Poe then Shy-Tan in his arms, unsure.
“My wife and child are not ‘cargo’” Din snaps.
Bo raises her hands and bows her head in submission, “He can fly you out of any trouble you encounter, I guarantee. And he’s got intel on imperial movements you should be briefed on. Your family will be safe.” Bo continues.
Din sighs and responds, “Fine.”
Poe smiles and tries to hide his excitement of Din’s approval.
You, Din, Shy-Tan and Poe enter the Razor Crest’s cock pit and Din gently eases Shy-Tan into your arms as he instructs, “Take care of him. He’s probably hungry. Poe, if you’re such a good pilot then get us to the planet we’re hiding out on in one piece. I need to shower and get some rest. Take this censor and put it on your vembrance. It will open the doors to the Razor Crest except the cargo bay where she and I sleep, that way you can get around the ship.”
Poe merely salutes Din, grabs the censor and clips it on his vembrance as he starts typing in coordinates in the navigation system and you settle into the co-pilot’s chair next to him. Din grunts a slight disapproval of the invasion of his space but gives in and tromps off to clean up and rest.
Poe expertly eases the Razor Crest into the atmosphere then space. You’re unsure of him but have to feed Shy-Tan so you pull down your tunic and let him latch on and feed on your milky white breast in silence as he ensures not to look at you and give you space. However, finally, he breaks the silence.
“He’s been a good protector to you.” Poe states as he quietly steers the Razor Crest through space.
You look up from Shy-Tan’s feeding, surprised he’s speaking to you and respond plainly, “We protect each other.”
There’s a long silence as the both of you watch the stars whizzing by until your curiosity gets the better of you and you break it.
“Why are you protecting me?” You ask.
“I thought I told you already?” Poe questions.
“You said that I’m the last female Luc but I’ve already had a child. That means I can’t have another child. Lucs can only have one. So I’m of no use to repopulate our people. So why would I be so important to you? Or anyone?” You question quietly as Shy-Tan finishes and you re-button your tunic.
Poe looks at you with an arched eyebrow of disbelief, “Your worth as a person doesn’t stop after having a child.” He states as if it should be obvious.
You fall silent, not sure how to respond until finally you push out,
“Do you want to hold him?”
Poe does a double take then when he realizes you’re offering Shy-Tan to him he cracks a small smile.
“Very much.”
You gently transfer him to Poe’s arms “Just be sure to support his head… yeah… like that.”
Poe stares down into Shy-Tan’s eyes.
“Universe ender…” Poe laughs as he looks up at you.
“Terrifying, right?” You smirk.
“Hey buddy…” He whispers to Shy-Tan. “Have you seen the stars yet?” He holds Shy-Tan at an angle in his arms so he is facing the wind screen of the Razor Crest with the stars gently floating by. You stand next to Poe in the Captian’s Seat with your arms crossed as he points at stars and tells Shy-Tan what they’re called and about the galaxy they’re in.
You look at Poe and see something in his face that tells you he will protect you and Shy-Tan.
………………….
Poe wakes up with Shy-Tan in his arms, still sleeping. He grunts and looks over to the co-pilot chair where you’re also sleeping soundly. He gets up, making sure he doesn’t jostle Shy-Tan awake and exits the cock pit, looking for the crib for Shy-Tan. He walks down a dark hallway only lit up by lights of consoles then into the cargohold which is pitch black. He turns on a dim flash light on his vembrance and walks forward, mostly blind. Suddenly, he trips over something soft under his feet and stumbles. He hears a voice grunt out. He regains his composure and shines a flashlight on a stranger in boxers standing in a pile of blankets and pillows in the middle of the cargo hold who looks terrified and immediately shields his face from the light.
“Who the fuck are you?!?” Poe demands, holding Shy-Tan back and drawing a blaster with a light on it.
“It’s me!” The man calls out, shielding his face from being seen.
“Are you a stow away?!? Get on the ground!”
Suddenly the cargo bay door slides open again and you’re behind Poe. You grab Shy-Tan from his arms and run next to the man.
“It’s Din!” You shout putting an arm up. “Put your weapon down!”
“Wh-What?” Poe askes confused.
“The censor on your vembrance, it opened the doors. It wasn’t supposed to be able to open the doors to here. Din didn’t think you could get in here so he took his armour off.”
“Oh…” Poe lowers his blaster. Din has already put his helmet back on before Poe could get a good look at him. Din notices Poe look him up and down. Din raises an eyebrow and looks at me.
I hand Din his pile of armour and flight suit to get changed.
“YOU. OUT.” I point at the door and demand Poe to leave. He does so immediately. The metal door slides shut with a loud huff and he leans back against the door with a sigh to release his stress.
He’s not sure what happened, but he thinks he liked what he saw.
He shakes his head and goes back to the cock pit to sleep in the pilots chair.
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I awake next to Din in full armour amongst the nest of blankets and dusty pillows that made our make shift bed on the cargo bay of the Razor Crest. He was still gently snoring, even through the helmet. I was sure he stayed up for hours to make sure Poe didn’t come back in, but I knew that wasn’t his intention. I got up and pulled on one of Dins t-shirts that was oversized on me and a pair of his boxer briefs then went to check on Shy-Tan. He was, incredibly, still sleeping. I took the win and exited the cargo hold and walked up to the cock pit. Poe was still sleeping in the captians chair.
“EARTHQUAKE!” I shouted as I shook his chair. He jolted up as I laughed.
“That’s not funny…” He grumbled as he groggily rubbed his face awake.
“Come on… You’ve never even been to Earth. You don’t even know what an Earth quake would feel like.”
“I’ was born in Guatemala .” He mutters.
“I have no idea what that is.” I say flippantly and flop down in the co-pilots chair.
He checks on the systems then breaches the uncomfortable subject, “Is, uh, Din okay after what happened?”
“Yeah. He’s fine. He’ll be grumpy, but fine. Grumpy is like his base line running model so don’t feel bad.” I chirp as I spin in the co-pilot’s chair.
Poe laughs and shoots me a questioning look, “You know, you don’t seem like someone that would be the last of your kind.”
“What do you mean?” I ask as I take off my boot and itch my toes.
“You don’t seem at all bothered that you’re the last woman of your species. That you had a child and it was a boy, and your entire species will be gone soon.”
You pause and look forelornely at Poe.
“Well, no one’s really asked me about it… But I guess it’s because I thought for my entire life I was the absolute last of my species. So when you’re the last of your species you kind of just do what ever the fuck you want cause none of it matters anymore… you know?”
Poe nods his head slowly.
“Yeah. I guess I do get that.”
He turns and looks at you and your eyes catch his. He feels like you’re looking into him but can’t shift his gaze away.
“You’re handsome.” You say matter of factly then go back to pulling your other boot off to scratch your other foot.
“You’re beautiful.” Poe murmurs to himself so you can’t hear.
“Do you wanna try and make pancakes on the hot engine parts? Din hates it when I try but I think I just need the right consistency of dough and a good pancake flipping hand and he’ll come around to it.”
You jump up and rush down the hallway. “Come on! I hid the ingredients in an old weapons container he doesn’t use.”
Poe exhales deeply as he realises what he’s feeling.
“I’m gonna get killed by a Mandalorian.” He mutters to himself then follows after you down the hallway to attempt to make pancakes on a starship engine.
……………………
Din wakes up and panics when he doesn’t see you in bed next to him. He checks on Shy-Tan who is still sleeping then exits the cargo hold to find you.
He finds you and Poe laughing and trying to toss pancake bits into each other’s mouths from the Pilot’s chair to the Co-Pilot’s chair.
“Where did you get pancakes from?” Din sternly asks, but knows the answer.
“Definitely not from the engine.” You laugh with a full mouth of pancake. Din sighs and motions for Poe to get out of the captain’s seat which he does without issue. I offer Din a plate of pancakes with syrup.
“I did it. I perfected it.” I say quietly but proudly. Din pushes it aside. He merely slowly turns his helmet towards me and it makes me wither back, knowing he’s incredibly mad at me. I look at Poe, then slink out of the room to the cargo hold where I find the tangle of blankets and pillows to hide in until Din isn’t mad anymore.
“What are you doing?” Din sternly asks Poe.
“What do you mean? I like her. She’s not like anyone I’ve met before. We’re just having fun.” Poe shakes his head and offers.
“Try again.” Din angrily gruffs.
“Okay. I’m attracted to her. Is that what you needed to hear to feel better?”
Din says nothing.
“I’m attracted to you too. Not so mad about that, though, are you?”
Din pauses, shocked. He doesn’t offer a response but his mind mulls it over slowly. He finds himself liking that Poe is attracted to him but jealous that he’s attracted to you.
Poe moves closer to Din and Din is surprised he doesn’t back off. Poe kisses his neck and Din exhales.
Poe traces a hand along Din’s chest as he breathes heavy. As Din shifts back in his chair the plate of pancakes crashes to the floor and shatters.
You race to the cock pit, worried that Din is killing Poe in a sticky pancake rage. When you see Poe on top of Din you assume he’s trying to attack him and leap on top of Poe. As soon as you get a better look you let go in realization. Din tries to back off quickly from Poe but they were caught in the act and smile slyly.
“I-we just-“ Din stutters. Poe falls back into the Pilot’s chair.
“We’ll, this is an interesting turn of events.” You tease.
You stride up and caress Din’s helmet as you sit in Poe’s lap.
“Come here baby,” You usher Din into you, “Let’s feel good together.”
Before Din knew it clothes were being pulled off and kissing and licking each other’s entangled bodies wildly in front of the windscreen of stars rushing by. Din laid you gently back on the cold metal floor, his hand tracing down your warm body to you dripping pussy.
“Already so wet for us.” You heard Din smile mischeviously under his helmet. His fingers slowly circled your clit, smearing your slick with languid sounds all through your folds and your heat slowly building to a wild burn in your core. Poe watched darkly at your mounting pleasure, stroking the long hard, thick length of his cock as he leaned in and took one of your nipples in his hot, wet mouth.
“I’m about to fuck an extinct animal.” Poe said breathlessly to himself. You nod as Din lifts you yo your knees and shifts behind you. You feel his strong thick hands swipe your slick and gently smear it across your asshole. Softly you feel his thick finger approach your entrance and push in slightly up to his first knuckle. You moan and fall forward into Poe’s grasp. He smiles slightly as he looks down at you, melting in his arms.
“Not so dangerous now are you?” Poe whispers into your ear as he takes over slowly circling your clit with his warm, teasing touch. Feathering it and tracing gently around your folds. You mewl and preen into him just as Din slides another finger into your ass. Your pussy is sopping wet and dripping down your thighs. Poe slides his hand over your slick and palms it over his throbbing cock. He’s moaning into the crook of your neck after a few strokes of his large hand.
“Fuck. I need to be inside you so bad.” He says writhing against you. He suddenly feels a thick hand take his cock and start pumping it. When he looks up from your neck he sees Din tilt his helmet at him as he picks up the pack and starts sending Poe into bliss.
You feel Don’s fingers stretching you out from behind, then suddenly you feel empty as he pulls them away. A pouting whine escapes your lips as you arch back into Din.
“Such a needy little thing.” Din growls in your ear and all of the sudden you feel a huge stretch as Din slowly enters you from behind. Poe hears a shocked squeak and begins circling his hand on your clit faster, amping up your pleasure and sending you bucking forward into his sweat covered body.
Din’s hand continues to slowly stroke Poe’s throbbing cock but now he angles it towards your pussy, giving him permission to fill you. You’re aching with pleasure and press your face against Poe’s stubble on his strong jaw “please…” you beg quietly to Poe. His hard cock enters you and makes you jolt with an inhale. He begins to pump with his mouth open in awe at the pleasure and throwing his head back wih grunts and cries. Din begins matching Poe’s rhythm and feels you reach back and dig your nails into his thigh.
Din watches him with a small smile, happily seeing how much Poe is enjoying fucking you. Din turns into your face and cradles it as you’re in the throws of ecstasy.
“You like that? Feeling so full?” Din asks. You can only nod through your sweat and passion as Poe works your pussy with his cock and Din thrusts into your tight ass.. Din kisses your frantic mouth and wraps his hands around your chest to circle and play with your nipples, squeezing and massaging your tingling breasts. He shushes you and gently strokes your face.
“Are you ready, baby?” Din questions as he and Poe continue their rhythmic thrusts.
“Yes… h-harder…”you beg. Poe’s cock twitched even harder as he hears you beg and he lets out a moan. Din saddles all the way into the hilt on you then they both ride you harder and harder as you should out, so full, lost in pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum!” you cry out and that’s all it took for both of them to hit their plateau.
“Fuck! I’m exploding into you!” Din cried out as he fucked your tight asshole.
“Take my cum!”’ Poe cried out as he came into your pussy. You clutched wildly onto Poe as you were filled up from every angle.
Slowly and panting the three of you tumbled back to earth and eased down into each other.
Din kissed you deeply and said, “I love you more than every star in the universe.”
You nuzzle into him and say, “I’ve never wanted anyone other than you. You’re my heart.”
Poe heard this but silently closed his eyes and went to sleep next to the both of you without a word.
…………………
The next morning Din woke up. He cracked his eyes open and reached next to him to find you… but you weren’t there. He sat up, confused. Poe is gone too. He assumes the two of you are in the cock pit, probably getting into trouble. He pulls on his flight suit and armour then suddenly noticed Shy-Tan in his make shift room is completely silent.
He goes to the crib to see if Shy-Tan is awake and hungry.
Shy-Tan is gone too. Something is not right.
His heart jumps in his chest as fear started to grip him. He rushes to the cock pit to find it empty.
Everyone is gone without a trace.
The Mandalorian clenches his fists and shakes with fury. He roars as he rages and slams his fist into a wall then starts up the engines of the Razor Crest.
"I will destroy the universe to find them, you coward!" He screams.
The Razor Crest shots forward into space to begin Din's long journey, his soul lost in darkness, searching for light, trying to find his family.
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STARS TOO FAR MASTERLIST
Stars Too Far
CHAPTER 16 - Lemon Tree
Mando X Fem Reader
Minors DNI
Summary: I'm too fucking tired to reiterate 15 chapters of whats gone on. Just read this and if you're interested, read the rest. There's no smut in this one cause... fucking plot and twists sometimes have to take place in between dicks. At least in literature... fuck. don't reference Shakespeare.,, exception to the rule? (Checks list) nope never mind. Well, I'm sorry, I'll make up for the lack of sucking and fucking next time. There's tender moments here that will leave you teary eyed.
.... I will never write my own summary again. This is the worst.
You hold Shy-Tan in your arms tightly bundled in rags with Din standing next to you on a stage in the ball room of the Mandalore Palace as Bo-Katan addresses a meagre crowd of Mandalorians that chose to show up. This may be a hard sell.
“This is Din Djarin…” She starts loudly as she motions to Din. "He has worked numerous times and put his life on the line to rebuild and save Mandalore.” Din nods at Bo Katan. “This, is Din Djarin’s Riduur… She has saved him numerous times from death. She has put her life consistently on the line for one of us without any benefit to herself.” Bo explains. The crowd is still silent and obviously unsure. "She gave birth to the first Mandalorian/Luc child since the exile of Lucs to our planet with her RIDUUR” She ensures to emphasise, “Din Djarin.” The crowd is still unsettled and silent. Bo decides to take another approach.
“This is not about a decades old exile we tried to strike from our history books. This is about seeing people for who they are, not what they came from. The basic code of being a Mandalorain. We do not judge our Foundlings this way. Shame on us if we judge other races this way! This is not about revenge on a bloodline. This is about continuing a bloodline! This isn’t about genetic failure, this is about OUR failure! We failed the Lucs. A species that only wanted to exist peacefully and procreate and make the universe better through their actions. They. Chose. Us. As mates. We turned a blind eye to exactly what that would entail. We never asked questions about their culture, their history, and they didn’t even know their own history, being children. We should have done the legwork to ensure our Foundling Luc population had the right care and informed people caring for them. We failed. Mandalorains failed. Not Lucs. Today, with the birth of Shy-Tan Djarin, we re-write our history books. We will learn, accept and protect those around us…” Bo puts a soft arm around your back and ushers you up to the microphone.
“Hi…” you wave shyly. “I-uh... don’t want to kill you…” You look back at Din shaking your head and shrugging your shoulders not sure what to say. He puts a gentle hand on the small of your back and pushes you back up to the mic and whispers quietly,
“Say what you need to say…”
You step up to the mic again and clear your throat, completely unsure of where to start. How can you sum up the entirety of two races battling each other as one, uninformed woman, thrust into a leadership role you never wanted. So you started where ever you could grasp a thread in your story...
“I was born on a planet that killed everything alive. My mother and father died there. But when I was about to give up, was dying of malnutrition, I found a seedling of a lemon tree. Lemon trees had no reason to be on Sypar and had no chance of survival without intervention. And I watered that tree every day, weeded around it, Gave the ground nutrients of my food when I was hungry. That seedling grew into a tree that bore fruit to me and I learned how to survive the harsh environment to keep myself alive with its fruit. That tree didn’t ask to be there. It was just born there. It took myself fo it to help it to thrive until it could give back to me. That seedling should have been an afterthought. Something to be brushed off as something to die because it didn’t belong there, it was nothing. I helped. That’s all it took. Was a little help. And that tree is the reason I’m here. The reason Din Djarin met me. The reason our child exists. That tree taught me that love grows love.”
You step away from the microphone as all of the Mandalorians are still silent. I look to Din, nervously, and shrug as if to say “I did my best” Bo looks aprehensively around the silent crowd.
“I will plant the seed!” A Mandalorian's voice echoes out through the ballroom as he steps out of the crowd and thrusts a fist to his chest.
“I will plant the seed!” another Mandalorian shouts from the back of the crowd.
“I will plant the seed!” another Mandalorian steps forward and shouts. Then one by one, the entire crowd steps forward stating they will stand with you and Din.
Din hugs you close with a strong arm and whispers to you, “You’re not alone anymore.”
………………….
Bo leads you, Din and Shy-Tan in your arms back through the palace and informs you,
“I have intel that Imperial Cruisers are on their way here and there’s another giant fleet coming from the other direction. Our censors can’t pick up what kind of ships the ones from the East are. It’s like they’ve never been scanned or in this sector before. And there’s a lot of them. You need to find another planet to hide on. We can't hold both fleets off even if we can get the rest of the Mandalorians on board. You’re not safe here for long.”
Din nods, “How much time do we have?”
“Maybe an hour. We’ll get you to your home fast but leave right away. We’ll create a distraction. I don’t think you’re getting out of here without a battle.”
Bo Katan's assistant shuttles the three of you back to your shabby house as fast as possible and we frantically load everything into the Razor Crest as fast as we can. You’re in the bedroom gathering up Shy-Tan when a bounty hunter aims through the window and blasts at you.
You tumble with Shy-Tan in your arms behind a door frame and Din immediately hears and rushes in and shoots the bounty hunter.
“Come!” Din yells grabbing your wrist and trying to dart you out to the Razor Crest.
Storm Troopers line the property and start taking shots at you, raining the air with blaster fire. It's too late, the Imperial Cruisers have landed and so have Bounty Hunters and soon another fleet will be here to kill you, Din and take your child. You, with Shy-Tan huddled close to you and Din rush and crouch behind a small cargo box in the front yard. You're huddle together, Din’s arms engulfing you.
“How are we getting out of here?” You ask frantically through the blaster fire coming from all directions.
Din looks around, watching Storm Troopers surrounding you from every angle.
“I-I dont know…” He stammers, and for the first time you hear terror quaking his voice as he holds you and Shy-Tan even closer under him.
He pushes his vembrance and releases his whistling sparrow missiles but it only takes out about ten Storm Troopers with 50 more closing in.
Din’s Com Link goes off and he hear’s Bo-Katan say, “The other fleet has arrived… prepare for more fire!”
You whine, terrified, holding Shy-Tan under the cave that Din has created over you with his body.
“We’re going to die.” You cry then put your hand over Shy-Tan’s eyes. Din doesn’t say anything but you feel his body tense as he covers you.
There’s the sound of ships soaring overhead, ship fire, blaster fire and screaming. There’s numerous blinding, flashing, lights, explosions and you feel dirt being thrown around and shot into your skin from the blast. After the initial blasts and ship engines soaring close to the ground it sounds like hand to hand combat until it becomes quiet.
Din refuses to stop covering the two of you, shaking, sure that this would be your end.
Everything is silent. The air can be heard again.
A hand touches Din's shoulder.
Din raises his helmet to see a man standing over him. He holds a long sword dripping with blood as he drops the decapitated head of a StormTrooper. His face is striped with glowing neon blue stripes.
He holds his hand out to Din to help him up.
“Din Djarin?” He asks.
Din takes his hand, confused and stumbles up to his feet, letting you and Shy-Tan who he was covering, slowly sit up.
Din stares around the horizon watching the unknown fleet eradicate numerous fleets of Star Troopers in the horizon with flashes of blinding blue light on the battlefield and screams. He stands in awe.
You stand up with Shy-Tan in your arms, eyes wide, taking in the war torn environment then stares at the man who saved you.
“Who are you?” Din finally manages to mumble in awe.
The man doesn’t respond. His blue stripes streaking across his face illuminate brighter.
You speak up, understanding who they are...
“They’re the enslaved male Lucs from the Empire Raid on my home planet... You survived."
Stars Too Far Masterlist
Stars Too Far
CHAPTER 15
Spoken Like A True Warrior
Mandalorain X Fem Reader
Summary: The Mandalorian crashes on a deadly and uninhabited planet (or so he thought) when he meets a feral woman. They escape the planet by the skin of their teeth but find themselves hunted by every bounty hunter, thief and pirate in the universe when our reader becomes pregnant with a rare breed of child that may grow up into a menace that destroys the universe. But they still protect him and have faith they can raise him to escape the prison of the prophecies that chase him and put a deadly price on all of their heads.
MINORS DNI. 18 PLUS ONLY!
The house Bo Katan had offered was janky and looked diagonal in most views, at best. However, you had managed to make a home out of it from the forgotten rags strewn around the space. You picked wild flowers (and most likely weeds) and put them in broken bottles as vases around the premises. You had managed to mop up most of the dirt and dust on the grey, splintered wood flooring with a rag on a branch as a makeshift broom and Din walked in to find you exhausted, Shy-Tan in your arms, both asleep on the couch. His eyes scanned around at the meagre attempts to make the house look like a home and it warmed his heart, yet at the same time reminded him that he had been subject to a silent slap from his own people as he saw broken beer bottles doubled as flower vases for weeds. You and Shy-Tan deserved better than this, but in your current predicament, none of you could raise your voice in protest. The three of you had protection, apparently, but were still outcasts. A maddening cycle that Din struggled to wrap his mind around.
He sat gently on the couch next to you and you moaned tiredly, clutching Shy-Tan slightly closer then slowly cracking your eyes open.
“How long have you been cleaning?” Din asks softly as he takes Shy-Tan cautiously from your grasp and gets up.
“What time is it?” You wearily ask, rubbing your eyes and blinking awake.
“8 PM.” Din answers as he soothes Shy-Tan to stay in his slumber in his large arms.
“Oh, maker…” You groan, “I’ve been asleep since six. He’s gotta be hungry-” You reach up to take Shy-Tan from Din but he raises a palm and motions for you not to worry.
“I’m gonna put him down and feed him. You relax and I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He reassures you. You are too tired to argue and sleepily nod your head as you fall back into the musty couch with a cloud of dust poofing around you and a loud exhale of thankful exhaustion.
Din grabs a bottle of milk and walks into the small walk-in closet you were using as a nursery for Shy-Tan and lays him down, smiling under his helmet as Shy-Tan gurgles in his sleep and reaches his hands up blindly for him. He points a large gloved finger down at him and Shy-Tan's tiny fingers wrap around it.
“You could never end the universe.” Din laughs softly to himself as he repeats the warnings that so many people hissed at him. He pulls his finger gently free and replaces it with the bottle. Shy-Tan takes it with eyes still closed and suckles hungrily.
Din stands holding the bottle for him as his visor scans around the closet.
“One day this is going to be a proper home for you." Din whispers to Shy-Tan, "Your Mom will make a mobile for you. She’ll probably try and get me to help but I’ll just add things that make it look terrifying cause I’m not as crafty as she is. But she’ll fix it. You’ll get your first toy. Proper clothes that aren’t made out of rags… We’re going to get more than this for you.” There is an empty suctioning noise as the bottle drains and Din pulls it away from Shy-Tan, surprised how fast he finished it, “Well... you have a warrior’s hunger.” He pulls him up from the crib and pats Shy-Tan over his shoulder. “I’m new to this Dad thing but I think you’re supposed to burp now.”
There's a small hiccup then a burp and a sudden shock of lightning that shoots out of Shy-Tan into Din.
“Aaah!” He yelps but tries to stifle it as he attempts to not drop Shy-Tan in shock and pain. He suspiciously peers down to Shy-Tan, in his arms, who smiles, gurgles happily, then slowly closes his eyes, tumbling back into sleep. Din notices that there is a glowing coming from under his rags. He softly pulls the rag used as his blanket, down to see a glowing blue stripe on his forearm. He covers it up again and holds him close to his chest as he gently bobs him up and down, trying to ease him further into sleep, staring at the grey splintered wall of the closet with some apprehension, “We won’t tell your mother about that just yet.”
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Din walks out of the closet and quietly closes the rickety door that refuses to shut completely. As he turns to address you he suddenly stops himself as he sees that you have fallen asleep and the cover of night has washed across the room. He sighs, disappointed for not being able to speak with you but also that he missed most of the day to run errands in the city rather than be with his new family. Striding over to you, he’s surprised, you, who are usually constantly on edge, don’t flutter an eye from your rest as he approaches.
“Tired girl…” He whispers and shakes his head slowly with a sigh.
His arms wrap warmly around you as he lifts you from the couch and carries you to the bed, lowering you cautiously down onto the mattress so as to not wake you. He takes an apprehensive step back as you moan and shift slightly, but when you don’t wake he begins to take off his armour and flight suit then slides under the moth-eaten blanket next to you. Depressurizing his helmet with a soft hiss, he places it on the rickety, wood egg box being used as a side table next to the bed. You grumble in protest at the motions and noise, yet don’t appear to exit your blanket of sleep and nuzzle your face between Din’s collar and jaw, right into the stubble of his neck. He breathes in a large gasp of comfort and slowly lets it out as his arm curls around you.
He moves his lips up to the soft skin of your forehead and pushes a long, warm, soft kiss against it. When he pulls away he sees you smile slightly in your sleep.
“You like that, tired girl?” He teasingly asks, not really expecting a response, however, to his surprise, you slowly nod your head and exude a tiny, barely audible groan.
“You want me to take care of you? While you rest?” Din tilts his head and stares down at you with a slight smile peaking across his stubble lined square jaw. There’s a moment of silence, then you nod your head again.
He inhales heavily, trying to quell his excitement as his large palm slowly traces from your neck, down your collar to your breasts that heave slowly with the weight of sleep. Your nipples perk to attention under your loose, thin t-shirt and his large, callused fingers circle slowly and gently around them. You thrust your chest towards him in your sleep and he inhales in excitement watching your body primally react to his touch. Carefully, he pulls up your t-shirt to reveal your milky white breasts slowly rising and falling with restful breaths. He hungrily, yet gingerly lowers his face to your nipple and takes it in his hot mouth and begins to feather soft sucks against it.
Your hips slowly and rhythmically buck as he teases your nipple until it is harder and harder in his mouth. A small torpedo of pleasure rocketing up from your soft skin. Suddenly, a small drop of milk leaks into his mouth. He pulls away shocked, at first, forgetting that you were producing milk, but as your body writhed at the loss of his touch he couldn’t help but savour the flavour and dive in slowly for more. Milk flowed slowly into his mouth and he suckled hungrily, savouring the warm, thick liquid that flowed down his throat. You hummed happily in your sleep as pressure was taken out of your breasts, giving you relief as he pleasured you at the same time.
He pulled up, wiping a drop of milk from his chin then straddled you and hungrily attached himself to your other breast, suckling greedily and wanting more. Your milk flowed into his mouth steadily as his primal urges took over and he began to thrust his hips gently against yours, taking your rock hard nipple into his needy, warm, wet, soft mouth.
Finally, Din pulled away from your nipple with a “pop” and trailed kisses down your rib cage and silky skin of your stomach until he met, hunched with greed, at your pubic hair.
He looked up and your eyes were still closed and fluttering half way through dreaming and awake.
Slowly he portruded his tongue and licked your already wet pussy. Circling your clit.
That’s when your eyes opened. You found yourself in the midst of ecstasy, surprised at first, but falling into the feeling like a rogue animal. You grabbed Din’s mess of curly brown hair as he traced licks around your clit through his smiling lips.
“Good morning.” He mumbled into your pussy without looking up.
“You’d better assume the sniper position and be ready to finish me off, my warrior.” You groaned to him.
Din shifted his legs and arms to a lying position in between your legs, nuzzling his body down into the bed and between your legs like making a nest and paused his actions, looking up at you with his wide, chocolate, piercing eyes.
“Hold on.” He grunted slyly, then dove into your pussy.
His tongue teased and rung around your clit, never quite touching it, making you buck and beg wildly. He was savouring every lick, every flavour, every motion of your overheating, sweat dappled body as you bucked with begging and stuttering syllables.
He pushed two fingers slowly into your opening, just to the first knuckles and could already feel you fluttering and begging for more. Slick poured out of you that he lapped up like a man addicted. He slowly pushed his fingers further into you and curled them to find your secret spot that sent you reeling and bucking.
Stars exploded in your mind and all words were lost as he brought you higher and higher into space.
He put three fingers into you and slowly started thrusting them back and forth, getting you used to the stretch.
You arched your back and with wide eyes and an open mouth called wordlessly at the ceiling. He watched from his position between your legs with dark and almost cruel eyes as he teased you and slowly fucked you with his fingers. You grabbed his hand and tried to thrust it faster into you but he swatted your hand away.
“No.” He said simply, then licked circles around your clit again. emerging only to simply state, “I chose your pleasure.” He demanded. You arch your eyebrows still huffing and hyperventilating, trying desperately to chase your orgasm. He merely smiles again, slightly, goes back to teasing your clit with his tongue and slowly thrusting his three fingers into you. That’s when you feel his thick, strong arm pull you up and flip you over so you’re holding the headboard. You’re unsure as to what is coming next as you pant with need.
You feel him pull your ass cheeks apart and spit on your asshole, then his three fingers pull out of your pussy and paint your asshole, sopping wet and slick with your juices.
“What are you-” You ask looking back but he crowds over you and shushes you. You bite your lip.
His finger slides into your asshole slowly up to the first knuckle, then his other hand returns his three fingers return to your pussy and begin rhythmically rutting into you. You call out in pleasure as your eyes roll back in your head. Your asshole loosens and he pushes his finger in farther and farther, then finds himself soon jack hammering your pussy and asshole as you writhe against the headboard begging and screaming for relief.
“I want to make you feel perfect.” He growls in your ear as you scream out,
“Din! Oh, Yes!” He feels all of your body clench as if he would never get his fingers back then flutter and you came a river around him.
He grasps you around your waist and chest before you lose the strength to hold yourself up from your massive orgasm and he turns you gently over and lays you down in bed.
Your eyes are half closed again as he stares into them and gently plants kisses on your cheeks, forehead and neck.
“Tired girl.” He says again with a slight smile. You blink with heavy eyelids and a fulfilled smile, “Go to sleep, my love.” he shushes you as he strokes your cheek with his thumb and watches your eyes close again and drift off into unconsciousness.
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There was a knock at the front door.
Din rustily crackes his eyes open from a deep sleep to see first daylight streaming through the dusty curtains and with a groan, reached for his helmet and put it on. He dragged his waking body to the edge of the bed as the loud knock rapped again, anxiously. He pulled on his flight suit and managed to shabbily get his armour on as he stumbled out to the front door. When he opened it he saw Bo Katan standing on his doorstep.
“Well… I see fatherhood hasn’t done much for your warrior’s instincts.” She snarked, looking at his obviously tired and thrown-together appearance.
“Enemies don’t knock.” Din snapped back then motioned for her to enter.
She stepped into the shabby livingroom and looked slowly around at the dilapidated state of the house.
“I… apologise. I was unaware the living quarters were this… rustic.”
Din leans against the doorframe of the bedroom where you slept and crossed his arms silently and unamused. Bo cleared her throat and jutted up her jaw as she continued,
“We've caught word that there are imperial cruisers coming this way. We can only assume they are for you and your…” She trailed off and Din couldn’t help but notice her disgusted tone as she continued, “Family.”
“You’re asking us to leave?” Din questions with an air of anger tinging his response. There is a long pause as Bo looks around.
“I would like to meet the mother and the child.” She states simply. Din hesitates but gives in, understanding her stance. She can’t protect someone (or “Thing” as she sees it) unless she knows it’s safe.
“She’s sleeping. Give me a minute to wake her up. Stay here.”
Bo nods as Din disappears into the bedroom and closes the door behind him to wake you.
As the door closes, Bo’s attention is caught by some sudden gargling and chirping. She questions where it’s coming from until she follows it to the living room closet and cautiously opens the door.
There, laying in a pile of dirty, ripped rags in a rickety and splintering wood crib is a happy baby reaching up at her.
“Hello there.” She tilts her head at Shy-Tan. Shy-Tan gargles a happy noise and continues to reach for her. She stands over the crib and looks down at him with an exhausted sigh of regret.
“You don’t deserve to live in rags.” She says as she shakes her head and reaches a hand down, touching his chest, giving him a loving jostle. His bright blue stripe lights up and he giggles at her. “You’re cute... for a universe destroyer.” She states flatly. Shy-Tan openly farts and Bo tries to stifle a laugh.
“What are you doing?” Your voice rings out from behind Bo Katan. She whirls around.
“I-I’m sorry. I heard a noise…” She stammered. You push past her and grasp up Shy-Tan to your chest and shove past her into the living room a few feet behind Din, cowering down, clutching him, ready for a fight. “I-I wasn’t trying to hurt him…”
You shoot daggers at her with your eyes.
“I shouldn’t have put you up in this place.” Bo sorrowfully raises her hands and shakes her head. “It was wrong of me.” You clutch Shy-Tan closer as Din holds an arm out to shield you from her and also stop you from attacking her.
“I was scared. For my people... and for myself." Bo admits, sheepishly.
“Yeah…” You laugh in disbelief, “That makes two of us.”
“Why are you here?” Din ushers the conversation along.
“I want you to come to the palace and I’ll make an announcement to the Mandalorians. Introduce you and the child. Because we have a battle on our hands and currently…” Bo trails off and looks off to one side, “I don’t know if they will follow my direction to protect you.”
“Fuck them, then.” You spit.
“We need them.” Din snaps hushed to you.
“I'm 'poorly socialized' remember? Nothing more than a mongrel to them. That means, I don’t say please, I don’t say thank you, I just do what I want and if you want to work with me then you’d better have what I want.” You snark at Din, but your eyes shifted coldly at Bo, aiming your comment at her. “And right now, you don’t have what I want.” You growl at her.
“Please.” Bo says, opening her arms to you. “We will protect you. They just need to see you and know you won’t kill anyone.”
You freeze, staring darkly at Bo in rage then flick your eyes up to Din who merely, slowly, nods his helmet.
“I don’t promise I won’t kill anyone.” You grumble.
Bo Katan nods, “Spoken like a true warrior.”
STARS TOO FAR MASTERLIST
I apologize for not making the next chapter sooner. I’ve been dealing with some health issues and took today off to have a DnD session with friends. The next chapter should be out working a day or two.