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blackwidow-bby · 3 years

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Never Be The Same- Mafia!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Prompt: Mafia Boss au but y/n kidnaps the mafia boss

Warnings: Cursing, violence, gun mention and gun use, kidnapping

AN: I saw this prompt from a tiktok where someone asked "your favorite trope but reverse" so I did it.

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It wasn't often that you got anonymous letters sent to you by someone looking for your "services". You had left the spy life years ago with a little help from the Witness Protection Program in order to pursue a much quieter life doing...well currently you were just working as a florist. Before that you cleaned headstones at the towns local graveyard, which was scarily a lot bigger than the town you were in. You had quit that job when you got the first anonymous letter on the steps of the shed where you kept your tools. The thought of someone knowing where you worked, hell, who you were, especially when they shouldn't spooked you more than working in the graveyard around sunset.

The request wasn't for anything serious. A simple adult-napping job of some woman. The stranger who left the note definitely specified that they wanted the target alive. It would have been an easy job with some extra cash to put in your pocket, but instead you jumped ship and quit that day and moved to another apartment complex. You even went so far as to get a P.O. Box instead of using the complex's mail. The threat wasn't that big to get the government involved in relocating you again.

You almost you wish you could go back in time to the early morning before you received the letter by some covered stranger. Your skin turned white when you saw the simple little envelope with your old agent code name; Viper.

Sneaky and deadly, you always knew the perfect moment to strike. Whoever this person was had to have also been an old agent from the same organization you worked for. That was the only way you could explain away the anxiety that boiled in the pit of your stomach. Once was an instance, but twice is a hobby, you decide you'll at least think about taking the job. Opening the envelope, your heart started to pound quickly inside its cage. You can't believe you were about to put yourself in this position after leaving it for so long.

The letter read:

Dear Viper;

It has been many years since the last time I've seen your face, the first time I thought you were a ghost. Certainly after seeing your face again, I knew for sure my mind wasn't fooling me. It is with a heavy heart that I ask for your help. Unfortunately a family member of mine had found themselves in trouble with a mafia member. Unable to keep their end of whatever bargain, the mob killed him. I need you to find the person who did this to my brother and bring them to me completely unharmed. I want them conscious, I want my face to be the last ting they see before I get revenge for a member of my family ceasing to live among those that loved them.

The target's name is Natasha Romanoff. At the bottom I've left a burner number and an address if you do decide to take my offer this time, the payment will be handsomely.

Much Thanks;

Otter

Natasha Romanoff? Sounds mafia enough to you. Gods, what a messed up situation to get into. Would it really be enough to possibly have to change your identity again? What if this person was important to this group and they decided to come after you? You sat in silence thinking for a long time if any of this was really worth it. There was a tiny voice that peeped up in the back of your mind. You had been kinda bored lately, this could be the spice you need to add back an old pep in your step.

It was decided. You'll get to work searching for this person in the morning. Wow, that took so much persuasion.

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You got started early the next day. Definitely not due to not being able to sleep in the first place. Oh no. Thanks to the nerves building up over putting yourself in a shitty position. Luckily for you though, this Natasha woman wasn't hard to find at all. The mafia she was affiliated with, operated in the city near the town you lived in. They also apparently seemed to operate most of their business out of a simple pet shop. This has to be the inner workings of a screen writer, you thought to yourself.

Your nerves began to get the best of you on your walk back home. It seemed like everyone's eyes were suddenly on you, like they knew exactly what you were up to. You picked up your speed and released a breath you didn't realize you were holding when you saw the steps to your apartment complex. You quickly ran inside up to your floor and slammed the door behind you. Gosh your nerves were starting to annoy you. How did you ever make it as a top agent is beyond you thinking of the position you were currently in. All feelings aside, you pressured n to pack for the trip you'll soon be taking to the city. It was going to be another long night.

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Your trip to the city was surprisingly smooth. Light traffic. Sun was out. If not for this little mission, if you could call it that, the day would have been perfect to do some sight seeing. You found the "pet shop" just as easy as well. You set up camp on the side of the street in front of the building to see if your target would possibly show up today. You were really hoping this didn't turn into a multi-day stake out. just wanting to get all of this over as quickly as possible so you can go back into hiding again.

It took about 7 hours, well into the late afternoon, before you spotted her walk in. Surprisingly, she was alone. Perfect, time to move in. You got out of your car and casually walked around the side of the business to see if there happened to be a door. The alleyway of the building was dark enough that anyone on the street wouldn't be able to see in. The sound of a creaky metal door could be heard just around the corner. You guess the back will have to do. As you got closer to the sound, you saw the woman in the back of the building talking with a man. You couldn't make out a single word they were saying. Their conversation wasn't important though, only getting her to Otter was.

Your heart began to race as the moment to make your move came closer. This is what you had trained for your whole life. The stealth and ability to make a move without anyone around you knowing until it was too late. Your eyes trained on the red-head in the back of the building. You gave a silent prayer to whoever was listening that the person she was with, would leave her alone for just one second. That's all you needed; one second.

Suddenly, it was as if all of the puzzle pieces fell into place. He left to go back inside. Time slowed down in an instant. You immediately released a breath through your mouth and moved in. You could see every single moment, all of the steps you took right up to behind her. Watching her turn around carefully but never hearing you step up behind her. At the very last second when she had finally caught sight, one hand reached but to grab her arm and pin it behind her back while the other reached around her head with a chloroform rag to incapacitate her.

The hard part was done. The red-haired woman fell limp in your arms, so you maneuvered her into a bridal position to easily carry her to your car. Time was of the essence. Someone would be coming to look for her soon. Swiftly and quietly, you walked back through the alley and reached your car. Knowing you had some time before she woke up, you could stop later to tie her hands and legs once you were farther away from the city. You placed her down in the back seat before getting in the front and driving away. You let out the most dramatic exhale and looked for the letter Otter had given you of his number and location.

One ring

Two rings

So you did take my offer?

Yes, I'm headed to the location now.

Excellent, thank you for your work.

Yeah, whatever.

Click

You drove on for another half an hour before you reached the location. It was an old abandoned warehouse settled 20 minutes in the opposite direction from the city. The sun was completely settled at this point making the surroundings very dark. The sky had an almost purple glow from the towns nearby lights. Getting out, you circled the car to the back passenger door to remove the woman and bring her inside. She was still passed out from the chloroform only stirring slightly as you picked her up.

Maybe it was the exhaustion catching up to you, but you don't remember her being this heavy. Trudging the knocked out woman inside, you found a small chair and placed her down. Your timing was sort of off and thought better to tie down her hands and legs now before checking her pockets for any weapons or forms of identification. The woman's head lulled from left to right while you searched. You found a knife on her belt holster, a small revolver tucked in the back of her pants, a wallet, and a set of keys but not car keys. Her eyes started to flutter while you fingered through the wallet. Nothing important, a drivers license, a couple of business cards from the "pet store", and a what looked like a family photo. The people in the photo looked familiar to you, very familiar.

"What are you doing with that?" The woman mumbled in your direction. You looked her in the eye not saying anything. The woman was gorgeous with the single light shining down on her causing an angelic glow upon the crown of her head. Her red tresses seemed to almost burn in your presence. You looked away from her and continued to inspect the photo she kept in her wallet.

"Who are these people with you?"

Her head lulled once more, "Why do you want to know?"

"Answering a question with a question won't help you. What is your affiliation with the mafia?"

"I'm their fucking boss."

In that instance your eyes widened. Of course, that's why the men in the photo looked familiar to you. She was the fucking heir to one of the top mafia rings in the country. This idiot, Otter, wanted you to bring in the living heir and current head hancho for what she did to a simple family member that got caught up in the wrong group. The sweat was beginning to pour now that you realized you were absolutely fucked.

Before you could say anything else, Otter, the man of the hour, busted trough the doors.

"Viper! I knew I could count on you!"

"What the fuck man?! You really had me capture the fucking mafia BOSS?! We're both going to be fucked if you don't explain everything right now, Otter." You were sweating rivers at this point. Utterly frustrated and hot in the warehouse. The red-head was slowly coming to 100% but her eyes still couldn't fully focus.

"Calm down Viper. Your work is done with me. I'll cover everything up and you can go back to your quiet life."

"Over?! If you don't give me a very good reason to leave her here in your possession, I'm taking her with me." you were shouting at this point. The red-head was now staring at the both of you dumbfounded at the whole situation everyone was in.

"She killed my brother!" You swore you could see steam coming off of his head. "She killed him and left him to rot!"

"Your brother was nothing but scum who tried to steal weapons from me to sell for himself." She had responded this time. Otter quickly pulled out a gun from his pocket and aimed it at the woman.

"He would never have done anything to harm his family or himself!"

She didn't falter her glare one single bit, even with a weapon pointed at her head. "He'd be living a healthy fulfilling life had he not crossed me."

He cocked the gun this time. "Shut up you stupid bitch!"

A smirk played on her lips, she was enjoying getting a rise out of him. Like she knew something the both of you didn't know. Like she knew no matter her outcome someone would always be out there searching for both of you for the rest of your lives until you got caught, or god forbid, kill yourselves to keep from being caught. Your nerves were spiking again, you couldn't let Otter kill Natasha Romanoff.

You sucked a quick gasp. Otter didn't notice but Natasha did. You had her gun.

Natasha's eyes darted back and forth between you and Otter. He was getting upset at the fact that her attention wasn't solely on him. The arm that was holding the gun stopped its falter and held up straight to Natasha's face. "Look at me! I want my face to be the last thing you see when I kill you, you stu-"

BANG

Natasha jumped. She had seen the whole thing take place but didn't really expect you to do it. She could see the tremble in in your hands as they stayed in the same spot. Your eyes were wide, lip quivering, you couldn't believe what you had done and now you had a new problem to cover up. Natasha had a look of empathy in her eyes. You didn't want to be in this position from the get go and it had only gotten worse for you.

"Hey, look at me..." Natasha spoke up softly to break your trance. She had leaned her body towards you in a manner to reach out. "You can put the gun down, its going to be okay now." Your eyes darted down to the gun and back up to Natasha's green eyes. Still shaking you slowly lowered the gun to the ground before you walked over to her cautiously. Tears were falling down your face, the weight of the situation was hitting you. If you had never agreed to Otter's request, you would be cozied up in your bed, awaiting another new day.

Your fingers found Natasha's bound wrists. her skin was surprisingly cool to the touch. She stared at your face the whole time you unwrapped her from the chair. The fresh tears leaving clear trails down your slightly dirtied cheeks. The slight glow of your e/c eyes under the florescent lights of the warehouse. You knelt down in front of her to then remove the binding on her ankles. Something within her compelled her to reach out to you. Without even realizing it, the red-heads palm was already resting on your head. She reveled in the silky smooth feel of your h/c locks. The slight dampness from the sweat that had overcome your skin. She could feel the softness of your fingers slowly circling around her last ankle when your sad eyes looked up to hers.

"How did you manage to capture me without anyone seeing you?" Her hand slipped down to your cheek. "In all of my years, I have not once not heard someone creep up behind me the way you did."

The steady stream of tears grew heavier, your quiet life was about to be destroyed by your own need for a change. She would certainly have your feet for getting a one up on her.

"It was my job. I was known for being so light on my toes, no one could hear me coming." your voice wavered, but the words got out.

"Well I could use someone like you by my side." Natasha held out her hand to you as she got up on her feet. Not really having her ground, she nearly fell when you caught her by the waist. The two of you held your breath as you both stared deeply into each others eyes. You could swear if you inhaled, her scent would be enough to drive you mad. "My guys will cover all of this up for you."

You sat and thought about everything she said. The would would probably prove more exciting than working at a flower shop and probably be more fruitful. You smiled at her. You could feel her warm breath near your lips.

"When do I start?"

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vagrantblvrd · 3 years

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So, that time Rebel Alliance pilot Luke Skywalker was on patrol with Wedge sometime between ANH and Empire and had a run-in with a pre-Imperial gunship registered as the Razor Crest???

Pew-pew dogfight in which the Crest didn’t fire on them which is always nice, but it sure as hell attempted to evade - Luke and Wedge being like, oh, they’re good - and then surprise!Imperial ships, because I cannot not do ridiculous Drama.

Razor Crest and Luke’s X-wing both get hit, go down over a thickly forested nearby planet. Wedge is forced to break off and report back to the Allince - Imperial ships this close to their Rebel base? Apparently more likely than you’d think.

Meanwhile Luke is surveying the wreckage of his X-wing trying to see what he can salvage and whatnot. He has faith Wedge got away safely, because it’s Wedge and he’s one of the best pilots in the Alliance, but any rescue efforts won’t arrive for days, so.

He manages to get Artoo onto solid ground, tries not to smile as Artoo keeps up a steady stream of complaints the whole time because Skywalkers!!1!, kind of the worst, really.

Sometime later he hears blaster fire and looks toward the direction it seemed to come from, and is like.

Hmm.

Because the Razor Crest and if he survived a crash landing on this planet it’s possible the other pilot did too. (Mainly the blaster fire though, seeing as the planet seems largely uninhabited, and anyway. What are the odds it would be anyone else when they went down in roughly the same area.)

So.

Luke could make camp here, stick close to his X-wing which would make it easier for anyone to come looking for him, but also, also.

The surprise!Imperial ships who shot him down and might come looking to finish the job, and anyway, anyway, he’s got one of his Feelings he should search out the other pilot.

Which, you know, he does.

In spite of Artoo’s protests and predictions of gloom and doom, and anyway, it’s better than doing nothing, so.

Off they go, having little adventures here and there because local flora and fauna and that time Luke had to rescue Artoo getting stuck in a giant spiderweb the two of them getting the hell out of there before whatever made it comes to check on it.

They have to stop to make camp for the night and it’s while Luke’s setting up a fire that they hear blaster fire again, something roaring, and other such ounds that indictate someone is possibly having a worse day than they are.

Luke goes to see what it is, Artoo like what, why, and also Skywalkers >:((((((((( but follows Luke anyway because no way is he going to be left behind.

A rescue is attempted, but Din is being attacked by a large predator (I’m picturing something like a cave bear, but maybe little bigger???) that seems to be impervious to blasters and determined as hell, and would you look at that? There’s a handy little cave right over there with an entrance large enough for them and Artoo to fit through but too small for the large predator, and anyway, they’re not dumb.

Luke points the cave out, Din is like ??? because where the hell did he come from, but then the Alliance flight-suit and oh, right, and anyway. Din’s the one in armor so it makes sense that he covers Luke’s run to the cave.

And when the large predator takes a swipe of Din that sends him flying, Luke scrambles to get him into the cave and maybe kind of taps into his Force abilities to knock the large predator away long enough for them to get to safety.

Plot Reasons and all.

From there it’s Luke ~fretting over an unconscious Mandalorian while Artoo mutters to himself and overall it a very odd day indeed.

Luke’s exploring the cave, looking for another way out seeing as how the large predator is still outside and looks like it’s going to wait the out when Din wakes up.

He finds several dead ends and a pool fed from snow melt from the look of it, so they won’t have to worry about water, which is the first bit of good news.

(Rebel Alliance and survival courses and having to relocate bases whenever the Imperials find them so he’s picked up some things since leaving Tatooine, so yes.)

Luke makes his way back to the main room of the cave to find the Mandalorian and Artoo in a standoff of some sort.

“Oh, good,” Luke says, careful to keep his hands in clear view, and doesn’t make any sudden moves. “You’re awake.”

Din is like.

He’s tired and sore, got knocked around in the crash and then had the bad luck to run afoul of the large predator and now this.

(Also, he’s pretty sure he has a concussion on top of everything, so.)

No love for the Empire and all, but no desire to fall in with the Rebels either, he just wants to go about his own business, live his life and so on.

He wasn’t even doing anything questionably legal when the X-wings slid up alongside the Crest. Was minding his own damn business and just.

Bad day all around.

Still, at least the Rebel pilot didn’t remove his helmet - one of the first things he made sure of, because of course he did.

They muddle their way into a truce/understanding between them for the time being seeing as how they’re stuck in the cave and all.

Din is sure he can handle the large predator, but concussion and all, and anyway, he’s still tired enough that the Rebel’s suggestion he get more rest before he throws himself at it doesn’t sound like a bad idea.

Luke shares rations from his emergency kit, and Din likewise salvaged what he could from the Crest before he ran into the large predator.

The good news is they have food and water that should last long enough for any search parties sent for Luke -

And, okay, Luke’s not stupid. Notices the way the Mandalorian goes so very still when Luke says that, just thinking out loud as you do, and sighs.

Guy probably falls more on Han’s side of legal activities than Luke’s, has no reason to be happy about the Rebels coming to the rescue, but he doesn’t know what to about it for now.

(Thinks in the back of his mind that if worst comes to worst, he can always get Han aboard for a tiny little jailbreak. Probably.)

Anyway.

There’s not a lot of talking from them, but it’s not as awkward as Luke thought it might be. The Mandalorian actually answers his questions, when he feels like it

By the third day Luke wouldn’t cal them friends, but they’re not quite enemies and that’s better than he was expecting given the circumstances.

And then there’ the thing where they think it’s safe to leave the cave, but surprise, it’s not!

Large predator is still around and there is a fairly epic fight to chase it off or kill it if that’s what it takes, but Din’s leg gets a little broken and Luke gets a little knocked around and Artoo doesn’t have a great time of it either, what with getting tossed around like a chew toy when he caused a distraction to save the humans.

Anyway, anyway, they end up killing it thanks to teamwork and then it’s a matter of sorting everything out.

Luke’s got bacta in his emergency kit, but not enough to help with Din’s leg or other injuries between them, but Din, okay, Din.

Might have some back on the Crest, but he’s in no shape to make it there now, and no knowing if there are more of those large predators around, and Luke is like.

He’s still mobile, he’ll go.

Din is like, are you that stupid? To which Luke is like, kinda, yeah.

He knows Din’s not fond of droids, hasn’t made it a secret, but the terrain is tricky enough as it is for Artoo, and he’s worried about Din, and just.

He leaves Artoo with Din and goes off on his little trek to the Razor Crest.

Takes him half a day before he gets there and when he does it’s clear the ship has seen better days, but he’s pretty sure it can be fixed made flyable again.

If, you know, Din could get his hands on metal plates to patch up holes in the Crest’s hull.

(Conveniently, Luke happens to know where there’s a crashed X-wing that could be salvged for parts, allow Din to make his way off-planet without having to deal with the Rebel Alliance at all, but that’s a thought for another day.)

Luke finds the bacta and heads back to the cave. Treats Din’s lefg first, the most serious injury to deal with -

“No,” Din says, when Luke’s about to use it all on Din’s leg, because Luke’s got some nasty injuries himself and they’re likely to get infected if he doesnt do something about them, and anyway, it’ll take longer for Din’s leg to heal than any of their other injuries, don’t waste the stuff like that.

And then!

Luke broaches the possibility of fixing the Crest by cannibalizing his X-wing, which has Din looking at him sharply.

The whole Rebel Alliance and underdogs who probably can’t afford to just waste resources, but Luke, okay, Luke.

He just looks at Din and is like, no, no, it’s fine.

(Because the whole survival situation they’re in and risking their lives for one another and this the leas Luke can do for him, alright? So just accept it already.)

Also, it’s been...a little too long since they crashed on this planet and at the very least the Alliance should have contacted him, but it’s been radio silence and Luke would rather not think about why that is. (Yet, anyway, yet.)

Anyway, the next morning Luke sets off to his X-wing to strip it for parts for the Razor Crest. Apologizes, because she’s been good for him, kept him alive since Yavin and the Death Star and thinks she understand, hopes she would anyway, because he owes Din this much, and anyway, anyway, yes.

It takes most of the morning to get everything he can off his X-wing, and then a little longer to fashion a sled to carry parts and whatnot to the Crest.

Stops at the cave to check on Din and Artoo and have lunch. Tell him how it’s going and so on, and Din is quiet as he does.

A little too much, really, even though he’s still not the chatty sort.

“I’m going with you,” he tells Luke when Luke gets ready to head back to the Crest with parts from his X-wing.

When Luke tells him why that’s not a great idea - number one reason being that Din’s leg is still broken - Din shuts him down by saying “It’s my ship.”

Which, not what he means, but Luke gets it, he does.

Thinks Din’s an idiot, but also knows he’d just follow Luke on his own if he doesn’t help him, and just.

It’s less trouble to agree help him hobble along with him rather than risk Din making his leg worse, so.

He has Artoo tow the sled with the parts while he plays human crutch for Din and they make their slow, awkward way to Din’s ship.

It takes a while, because of course, the three of them reaching the Razor Crest at dusk. Thankfully the ship is safe enough to use it for shelter, and Luke lets Din rattle around inside while he secures the parts outside.

Dinner is a quiet affair, Luke and Din exhausted after a long day, but comfortable.

Luke talks about his plans to bring the rest of the parts back the next day, and Din doesn’t quite fidget but it’s pretty obvious he’s not entirely comfortable with this. (Being indebted to Luke, which this isn’t about that at all, but it feels like it is.)

Anyway, next day Luke goes off to his X-wing for the last of the parts and whatnot, and is like oh, no, when he sees TIE fighters in the distance, like they’re looking for something.

Seem to be headed in the opposite direction from Din and the Crest, but he knows better than to think that will be the case for long. Hurries back to Din adn Artoo as fast as he can to find they’ve already started on the repairs.

Luke tells Din about the TIE fighters and it isn’t as though they hadn’t considered it, the Imperials searching the planet for them, or course not. Just. That hope the Imperials dismissed them as not worth the effort to hunt down and the whatnot.

So.

They focus on repairing the ship, working through the night and such in a Montage Sequence, because of course there’s one.

There’s a short test flight just in case, Din letting Luke fly the ship because Plot Reasons, and there’s actual light-hearted bantering going on - Luke, Mr. Fancypants fighter pilot giving Din and his clunky heavy gunship grief while Din may or may not be rolling his eyes at him and enjoying his company - TIE fighters show up.

And it’s like, well, this is unexpected, but also not.

Another exciting pew-pew dogfight takes place, this time with Luke flying the Crest and Din is so conflicted because his ship??? But also Luke is doing a dam fine job of flying it even though he’s not used to the way it handles or its limitations and anyway, anyway.

They get rid of the TIEs and share a look like oh my God, we’re still alive??? which is when a second wave of TIEs show up, and there are so many of them and they’re not going to make it?

So they decide to make a push for space, se if they can jump to hyperspace and all, but there’s an star destroyer in space and entire squadrons of TIEs and it’s not looking great for them?

Which of course is the perfect moment for the cavalry in the form of the Rebel Alliance to pop up.

Or, like. The rest of Rogue squadron and one Corellian freighter and Luke has never been so glad to see them as they keep the TIE fighters off their back long enough for everyone to make the jump to hyperspace.

They make several quick hops to avoid leading the Imperials back to the new Rebel base - they had to relocate yet again after Wedge reported back, too risky not to, which was what took them so long to come back for Luke.

Poor Din is Not Happy at the fact they have a squadron of X-wings flying escort with the Falcon - he is also Not Thinking about who the owner of that ship is or why Luke seems so happy to see them and what even is going on with the Alliance these days - because the whole thing of how this whole mess started?

So Luke is like, “Hey, so,” to Han and the others, and the Rogues stay on guard in space as he lands the Razor Crest on a nearby planet, Han and Chewie following in the Falcon.

Luke is like, so that was fun, right? as he gives Din this little smile, kind of awkward because the Rebels could use someone like him but Din’s made it clear he’s not interested, and anyway, that’s not the point, really.

They say their goodbyes and Luke goes over to join Han and Chewie and Din is like. He doesn’t know what, but following the Falcon out of atmo and getting an X-wing escort until he umps into hyperpace to wherever wasn’t it.

Also, don’t think he doesn’t notice the way Alliance ships leave him and the Razoe Crest alone after that, Skywalker, Din’s onto you.

But yes.

Din goes back to doing his thing and maybe thinks about that whole standed on a random planet with a Rebel Alliance pilot when he sees the mismatced panels and whatnot on the Crest that came from a cannibalized X-wing.

(Also, the little metal ball Grogu is fixated on may or may not have come from Luke’s X-wing in a please let me have this kind of moment of sentimental nonsense what with it surviving the destruction of the Razor Crest and all, memento with double the sentimental nonsense for Din because reasons.)

They don’t see one another again until Gideon’s cruiser, but every so often Luke hears about this one Mandalorian and a pre-Imperial gunship Adventuring about. Din hears about this guy named Skywalker, and when most people scoff and say the stories must be exaggerated, Rebel propaganda, Din wonders, doesn’t put it past Luke to be honest.

And then!

Gideon’s cruiser and “Are you a Jedi?” and Luke is like “I am,” and Din is like, okay, but when did that happen because I don’t recall that being a thing before. Grogu is like !!! and :DDDDDDDDD because Luke’s a Jedi like him and dad is all warm and squishy feelings in the Force right now, and so on.

Luke is like, well this changes things because he can’t just take Grogu and scurry off now that he’s seen what a strong bond he has with Din, and also Din, so he invites Din to come with them to his Jedi school and Din doesn’t have to think twice about it, you know?

The three of them scurry off to Luke’s Jedi school somewhere, Din taking one of the shuttles.

It’s all kinds of awkward on the trip there, Din a little concerned about how this is going to work out, but turns out he didn’t need to worry because Luke is still Luke after everything.

Still that pilot he met way back when, the one who traded off with Din on the saving one another’s lives thing and sacrificing his ship to give Din his and so on, and it’s like.

He never expected to see Luke again - fighter pilot’s life expectancy in a war and all - but here they are and it’s kind of nice actually.

No survival situation now, so the return of that awkward flirting thing that was barely an idea the by end the first time they met, both of them aware of how ridiculous they’re being but hey, not like anyone’s there to see it.

(Aside from Grogu and Artoo, but shhh, Luke and Din are pretending the two of them aren’t laughing at them all day everyday.)

the awkward flirting intensifies until the day Din presses his forehead against Luke’s, no big dramatic moment leading up to it, just this instinctive little thing, warm and comfortable and natural as anything.

When Din moves away, Luke looks up at him with this expression on his face, little smirk forming, and Din knows, okay, he knows Luke -

“I admit my understanding of Mandalorian culture is lacking, but doe this mean we’re married now?”

And it’s like.

The man is so infuriating? But they’ve also been co-habitating and co-parenting Grogu for almost a year now, become familiar with one another’s habits and quirks and somehow haven’t killed one another over the most annoying ones.

Luke’s friends and family who stop by to check in on him - them - almost definitely have a betting pool on them. (Solo for sure, even if the man still does the I’m Watching You thing to Din every time he visits.)

“Yes,” Din answers, dry as anything, because when it comes down to it they pretty much already are.

#star wars nonsense #dinluke #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#i love me some ridiculous shenanigans #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #long post

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6 Summer Adult Romances!

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Despite still feeling kinda new to the romance genre, I wanted to compile a list of some of my favorite romance novel’s I’ve read, that I think are perfect for summer.

Whether you’ll be reading on the beach or nice and comfortable in air conditioning, these books will be the perfect addition to your summer!!

Read more for descriptions of each book, plus check out my blog to see 6 YA Romances that are perfect for summer!

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THE HATING GAME BY SALLY THORNE

Page Count: 387 pages Publisher: William Morrow Release Date: August 9th, 2016 Purchase Options: Amazon, Indiebound, Barnes and Noble [ Click Here For My Full Review ]

“Lucy Hutton has always been certain that the nice girl can get the corner office. She’s charming and accommodating and prides herself on being loved by everyone at Bexley & Gamin. Everyone except for coldly efficient, impeccably attired, physically intimidating Joshua Templeman. And the feeling is mutual. Trapped in a shared office together 40 (OK, 50 or 60) hours a week, they’ve become entrenched in an addictive, ridiculous never-ending game of one-upmanship. There’s the Staring Game. The Mirror Game. The HR Game. Lucy can’t let Joshua beat her at anything—especially when a huge new promotion goes up for the taking. If Lucy wins this game, she’ll be Joshua’s boss. If she loses, she’ll resign. So why is she suddenly having steamy dreams about Joshua, and dressing for work like she’s got a hot date? After a perfectly innocent elevator ride ends with an earth-shattering kiss, Lucy starts to wonder whether she’s got Joshua Templeman all wrong. Maybe Lucy Hutton doesn’t hate Joshua Templeman. And maybe, he doesn’t hate her either. Or maybe this is just another game.”

This book is what finally pushed me into reading adult romances. Yeah, I had read a couple before this one, but this is the book that made me fall in love with the genre. I know it’s been talked about by most everyone, but if you haven’t read it yet, this summer is the perfect time (especially with the movie in the works)!

THE KISS QUOTIENT (THE KISS QUOTIENT #1) BY HELEN HOANG

Page Count: 333 pages Publisher: Berkley Release Date: June 5th, 2018 Purchase Options: Amazon, Indiebound, Barnes and Noble [ Click Here For My Full Review ]

“Stella Lane thinks math is the only thing that unites the universe. She comes up with algorithms to predict customer purchases — a job that has given her more money than she knows what to do with, and way less experience in the dating department than the average thirty-year-old. It doesn’t help that Stella has Asperger’s and French kissing reminds her of a shark getting its teeth cleaned by pilot fish. Her conclusion: she needs lots of practice — with a professional. Which is why she hires escort Michael Phan. The Vietnamese and Swedish stunner can’t afford to turn down Stella’s offer, and agrees to help her check off all the boxes on her lesson plan — from foreplay to more-than-missionary position… Before long, Stella not only learns to appreciate his kisses, but to crave all the other things he’s making her feel. Soon, their no-nonsense partnership starts making a strange kind of sense. And the pattern that emerges will convince Stella that love is the best kind of logic… ”

Firstly, if you aren’t a fan of series, don’t worry. This is just a series of companion novels, so you don’t have to commit to them. But trust me when I say, after reading this, you will want to. I just love this book so much. These characters are just absolutely amazing and you will not regret picking this up!

JOSH AND HAZEL’S GUIDE TO NOT DATING BY CHRISTINA LAUREN

Page Count: 309 pages Publisher: Gallery Books Release Date: September 4th, 2018 Purchase Options: Amazon, Indiebound, Barnes and Noble [ Click Here For My Full Review ]

“Hazel Camille Bradford knows she’s a lot to take—and frankly, most men aren’t up to the challenge. If her army of pets and thrill for the absurd don’t send them running, her lack of filter means she’ll say exactly the wrong thing in a delicate moment. Their loss. She’s a good soul in search of honest fun. Josh Im has known Hazel since college, where her zany playfulness proved completely incompatible with his mellow restraint. From the first night they met—when she gracelessly threw up on his shoes—to when she sent him an unintelligible email while in a post-surgical haze, Josh has always thought of Hazel more as a spectacle than a peer. But now, ten years later, after a cheating girlfriend has turned his life upside down, going out with Hazel is a breath of fresh air. Not that Josh and Hazel date. At least, not each other. Because setting each other up on progressively terrible double blind dates means there’s nothing between them…right?”

I have two Christina Lauren books on this list because I am addicted to their books. However, this one is by far my favorite of theirs. It’s a friends-to-lovers done so well, you won’t be able to put it down. I know I wasn’t able to.

RED, WHITE, AND ROYAL BLUE BY CASEY MCQUISTON

Page Count: 423 pages Publisher: St. Martin’s Griffin Release Date: May 14th, 2019 Purchase Options: Amazon, Indiebound, Barnes and Noble [ Click Here For My Full Review ]

“First Son Alex Claremont-Diaz is the closest thing to a prince this side of the Atlantic. With his intrepid sister and the Veep’s genius granddaughter, they’re the White House Trio, a beautiful millennial marketing strategy for his mother, President Ellen Claremont. International socialite duties do have downsides—namely, when photos of a confrontation with his longtime nemesis Prince Henry at a royal wedding leak to the tabloids and threaten American/British relations.

The plan for damage control: staging a fake friendship between the First Son and the Prince. Alex is busy enough handling his mother’s bloodthirsty opponents and his own political ambitions without an uptight royal slowing him down. But beneath Henry’s Prince Charming veneer, there’s a soft-hearted eccentric with a dry sense of humor and more than one ghost haunting him.

As President Claremont kicks off her reelection bid, Alex finds himself hurtling into a secret relationship with Henry that could derail the campaign and upend two nations. And Henry throws everything into question for Alex, an impulsive, charming guy who thought he knew everything: What is worth the sacrifice? How do you do all the good you can do? And, most importantly, how will history remember you?”

You all knew I would have to put this book on here. It’s my obsession. The love of my life. I know this book is getting a lot of hype right now, but let me tell you, it deserves all of it. This book is really something special. Not only is it an adorable romance with enemies-to-lovers and plenty of wit, but it’s also a powerful read that you don’t want to miss.

THE UNHONEYMOONERS BY CHRISTINA LAUREN

Page Count: 400 Publisher: May 14th, 2019 Release Date: Gallery Books Purchase Options: Amazon, Indiebound, Barnes and Noble [ Click Here For My Full Review ]

“Olive is always unlucky: in her career, in love, in…well, everything. Her identical twin sister Ami, on the other hand, is probably the luckiest person in the world. Her meet-cute with her fiancé is something out of a romantic comedy (gag) and she’s managed to finance her entire wedding by winning a series of Internet contests (double gag). Worst of all, she’s forcing Olive to spend the day with her sworn enemy, Ethan, who just happens to be the best man. Olive braces herself to get through 24 hours of wedding hell before she can return to her comfortable, unlucky life. But when the entire wedding party gets food poisoning from eating bad shellfish, the only people who aren’t affected are Olive and Ethan. And now there’s an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii up for grabs. Putting their mutual hatred aside for the sake of a free vacation, Olive and Ethan head for paradise, determined to avoid each other at all costs. But when Olive runs into her future boss, the little white lie she tells him is suddenly at risk to become a whole lot bigger. She and Ethan now have to pretend to be loving newlyweds, and her luck seems worse than ever. But the weird thing is that she doesn’t mind playing pretend. In fact, she feels kind of… lucky.”

While Josh and Hazel’s Guide to Not Dating may be my favorite Christina Lauren book, this one is pretty close. Enemies-to-lovers, fake datings, and basically every other classic trope everyone loves found their way into this extremely fun read.

WELL MET BY JEN DELUCA

Page Count: 336 Publisher: Berkley Release Date: September 3rd, 2019 Purchase Options: Amazon, Indiebound, Barnes and Noble [ Click Here For My Review Teaser ]

“Emily knew there would be strings attached when she relocated to the small town of Willow Creek, Maryland, for the summer to help her sister recover from an accident, but who could anticipate getting roped into volunteering for the local Renaissance Faire alongside her teenaged niece? Or that the irritating and inscrutable schoolteacher in charge of the volunteers would be so annoying that she finds it impossible to stop thinking about him? The faire is Simon’s family legacy and from the start he makes clear he doesn’t have time for Emily’s lighthearted approach to life, her oddball Shakespeare conspiracy theories, or her endless suggestions for new acts to shake things up. Yet on the faire grounds he becomes a different person, flirting freely with Emily when she’s in her revealing wench’s costume. But is this attraction real, or just part of the characters they’re portraying? This summer was only ever supposed to be a pit stop on the way to somewhere else for Emily, but soon she can’t seem to shake the fantasy of establishing something more with Simon, or a permanent home of her own in Willow Creek.”

Okay, I know this one won’t be published until summer is over, but I need to mention it. It’s absolutely amazing! Seriously, it’s completely worth the wait. The relationship is so perfect, the characters are all amazing, and it takes place at a Ren Faire!!! What more could you ask for?

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What is your favorite summer romance? I really need some good recommendations!!

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Jon x Sansa - 7) accidental-baby-acquisition

Wow, this is probably one of the fluffiest things I’ve ever written. It’s also 2k longer than I’d expected. Hope you like it!

[Modern AU, with mutual pining, bed sharing, accountant!Sansa and scientist!Jon and Robb’s really really really cute baby.]

This job’s tiring, is what it is.

Or, not exactly; but Jon’s got this really important paper whose deadline’s in less than two weeks, and if he doesn’t get this grant money, he’s well and truly screwed. And by screwed he means fired, because nobody’s going to throw money at a thirty-year old nephrologist who didn’t have the brains to get an MD along with his doctorate all those years ago, not if he doesn’t generate some income on his own.

Sansa is just as busy- she’s working almost fifteen hour days in her firm, trying to meet the April fifteenth tax deadline. Jon’s pretty sure he hasn’t seen her in almost a week, and that’s despite living together.

Living together. Not sleeping together, as all their friends, family, and- maybe- strangers on the street seem to assume.

(It’s all Jon’s fault, he knows, okay? But it isn’t as if he can control his eyes. Nobody should have legs that long, or hair that bright, or eyes that blue, or-

The point is that Jon stares, sometimes, and, okay, there was that one time when his jaw dropped but that was because Sansa looked stunning in that dress, and fine, he’ll admit that he tends to laugh more when she’s around, but really, apart from all that he’s as inscrutable as a steel safebox.)

But this whole arrangement is Sansa’s idea, and she only suggested it in the first place because his apartment’s a few blocks from her office, while her parents’ home is practically across the city. Jon can keep his head and not say anything that’ll make her uncomfortable. He can, he’s sure of it.

Until, that is, she brings a baby home.

It’s Robb’s- which, you know, makes the whole situation worse, because little Lyessa has Robb’s hair, and that’s the exact color of Sansa’s hair, and for just a heartbeat, staring at the two of them cuddling on the couch, Jon’s sure that Sansa’s hidden a baby from all of them for, like, three years, or however old the baby is. It isn’t as if he’s an expert at judging babies’ age from their size.

Then he recognizes Lyessa, and the relief that crashes through him is as surprising as the yearning that came before.

“Hey,” he says- croaks, really, but Jon’s voice is low enough that Sansa probably didn’t hear that. “What’s going on?”

“Hey to you too,” Sansa chirps, taking Lyessa’s chubby fist and waving it at him. “We’re doing fine, aren’t we, sweetling?” She chucks Lyessa under her head and grins at him before explaining. “Robb got a call from his boss- the guy in charge of the Australian field office got in a really bad car accident, so Robb had to go. And you know Jeyne’s on her vapasana thing, so he needed someone to take Lyessa for some time.”

“You’ve barely been home for two weeks,” Jon points out dryly, hanging up his bag and coat as he steps further inside the room. “You sure you’re the best person for the job?”

“I’ve got a week off,” Sansa tells him smugly. At his frown, she rolls her eyes. “It’s April sixteenth, idiot.”

April sixteenth. Sansa’s just finished her deadline. Jon blinks and slumps over the couch, jostling Lyessa and making her giggle.

“You agreed?”

“I didn’t think you’d feel too bad. I’ll be taking care of her, and-” Sansa switches gears smoothly, shifting Lyessa so she’s sitting facing her, crossing her eyes to make the little girl laugh. “And I’ve got enough leave to take another week off,” she finishes.

Jon lifts his eyebrows.

“I don’t have a problem with it,” he says finally.

…

That, as it turns out, is a lie.

A big, fat, stinking lie.

Lyessa almost sticks her fingers into the electrical sockets three times before Sansa begs him to go get the child-proof covers for them. That, of itself, isn’t too difficult- no, the problem is trying to remove the shitty plastic covers. Jon breaks four of them, rendering those sockets useless. This means that he can’t type up his papers at the dining table, because he can’t charge his computer and there’s no fucking way in hell he’ll voluntarily relocate when the battery gets low.

Jon curses under his breath and resigns himself to typing on his bed, which means back aches from hunching over. He’s not twenty anymore, and more’s the pity.

…

On the second morning of Lyessa’s stay, pigeons shit all over their balcony.

It’s because of surprise rainfall the previous night, which forced the pigeons under cover. And, really, though they try to share the house, they each have different areas which are their responsibility- Sansa’s is the kitchen, where she’s pretty much cleaned out all the plastic plates he lived on before she came; Jon’s, surprising though it may sound, is the balcony.

It might have something to do with the aloe plant his mother gave him when he got his master’s, but he hasn’t been fired from a job since and Jon isn’t obstinate enough- or confident enough in his agnosticism- to chuck the plant away. More than seven years later, the plant is almost as big as his torso and requires a lot of care.

The point is that Jon spends a great deal of time taking care of this aloe plant, which means spending a lot of time on the balcony where the plant is, and he really hates having guano sticking to his bare feet when he goes to give the aloe its morning water.

He curses, then, loudly and fluently, because fuck it he’s sleep-deprived and hasn’t had coffee and really just wants to drive a spear through the next person to talk to him about renal physiology-

“Fuck,” giggles a voice, closer to his feet than his ear. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Jon stills, dread seizing him, and looks down. There, one hand smeared white, looking up at him with big, china-blue eyes, Lyessa looks back.

Her mouth opens, and Jon grabs her guano-smeared hand before she can stuff it inside, hoisting her up onto his waist. He tries not to wince at the feel of sticky feet dragging over his shirt.

“Fuck,” she says, again, and Jon tries really, really hard not to hyperventilate.

“Hey Lya,” he mutters, taking her to the kitchen sink to scrub her hands and feet and whatever else that needs to be done. “Could you do me a favor, sweetling, and never say that word again? I don’t need Robb on my ass, you know?”

Slowly, solemnly, she nods. Jon allows himself to smile at her, one hand bracing her in the sink and the other searching for a towel to dry her off, when she smiles back, all pearl-toothed innocent.

“Ass,” she says, and Jon chokes.

…

Sansa laughs her head off when she hears what happened, though she at least has the courtesy to do so when Lyessa’s asleep.

Jon stomps into his bedroom, shuts the door- gently, because Lyessa’s asleep and he doesn’t want to wake her up after Sansa’s spent almost forty minutes trying to get her to sleep- and even as he types up the first draft of his paper, he tries not to remember the flush of warmth that accompanied Sansa’s laugh.

…

The next night, Jon’s woken up by a tiny hand pushing at his arm.

His reaction is… okay, see, there are things that need to be established before explaining Jon’s reaction, like the fact that Jon tends to have very vivid dreams.

Or that he tends to be a deep sleeper. He’s also really unused to people waking him up in the night; the last real relationship he had was Ygritte, and that ended way back in his undergrad. He’s also never lived in a house with a however-old toddler.

It really isn’t his fault that his first thought upon feeling a small, fat-fingered hand on his forearm is monkey, or that the second is did I get drunk at a zoo, or that the third is who shoved me into a monkey cage. It’s Robb’s fault for getting called away, and Sansa’s fault for taking his baby, and Lyessa’s fault for having monkey-hands.

He really isn’t proud of the short scream that comes from his throat, or how he scrambles away from her, or the thud of probably seven different research texts falling to the floor- that were maybe kinda important.

“What,” he pants, “what are you doing?”

“Sleep,” Lyessa says.

“Yes,” Jon says. “Yes, Lyessa, sleep. It’s what I was doing. Why aren’t you?”

“Sleep,” she repeats, and crawls onto the bed, in the depression where Jon was just asleep. Lyessa looks up at him, baby-blue eyes and china-doll skin and cuter than anything. “Please?”

Jon stifles a groan, because he’d forgotten: Lyessa always sleeps with one of her parents, but thus far she’s been sleeping in a crib in Sansa’s room, by herself. Though why she’s here and not with Sansa isn’t really understandable.

“Yes,” he says finally, “Yes, fine, you can sleep here. Only for tonight, yeah?”

Lyessa doesn’t answer, only snuggles closer to him. Jon sighs. He slowly lies down, eyes drifting shut. There’s a textbook digging into his spine and his laptop’s screen is probably broken, but he’s too tired. Before he knows it, he’s asleep.

…

He wakes up to a shutter clicking.

Sansa’s leaning over him, her braid slipping over her shoulder and coiling over his chest, phone held out in front of her. Jon fights not to huff morning breath at her face. It takes an amount of self control- an amount he didn’t know he had, to be perfectly honest- not to flinch.

“This,” she says lowly, “is quite possibly the most ridiculously adorable thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and I’ve seen Rickon as a baby.”

He shifts, just a little, and feels the weight across his chest: Lyessa’s moved during the night and is now splayed across him instead of lying on her pillow like a normal person.

If there is such a normality for babies.

There’s a thick stream of drool running down one of his ribs, one tiny ear pressed right above his heart, and a foot digging into his stomach.

“What’re you doin’ here?”

“Searching,” Sansa tells him, settling on the bed. “Her crib was empty. I wanted to know where she was- and then, you know, I found her. Asleep. Here.” Something darkens in her eyes, though her tone remains light. “I had to take photos. Evidence or it didn’t happen, you know?”

“Yeah,” Jon rasps.

He sighs and rolls, trying to tip Lyessa onto the bed, but she tightens her grasp on his shirt instead, nails piercing his skin. Jon hisses, and then slowly detaches himself, keeping care to make sure she doesn’t wake up. When he turns around, Sansa’s at the door.

Jon tries very hard not to let any disappointment at the sudden distance show.

“I’m going for a run,” she says. “You’ve got to get in for work today?”

It’s a Sunday, and any normal human being would be resting. Jon scrubs a hand through his hair.

“It’s just this paper,” he says. “If I get it, I’ll have funding for almost four years. And-”

“-I understand,” Sansa says, lips tipping up. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be back in twenty minutes, I’ve left some toast on the table.”

“Sansa,” Jon sighs.

She arches an eyebrow at him. “Don’t worry about it,” she repeats, and leaves.

…

The night he submits the paper, Jon returns home and kicks off his shoes, heading straight to his room. He’s tired enough to feel dizzy; sleep is tugging at his fingertips.

When he enters his room, he sees that Lyessa is curled up on one of his pillows almost like a kitten, snoring gently. Jon sighs and scoops her up, shouldering open Sansa’s door and trying to put her into the crib.

“Jon?” Sansa asks groggily, pushing herself up onto her elbows.

“Sleep,” he mutters, still trying to get Lyessa into the crib quietly. “Jus’ got home. Now if-”

There are soft, padding sounds, and then Sansa’s beside him; she presses her hand to his shoulder and gently takes Lyessa herself, holding her away from her warmth and sliding her into the crib. She turns to him and her face shifts from faint amusement to worry when she truly looks at him.

“You okay?”

“Just tired.” He draws a hand over his face. “I think-”

“-you need sleep,” Sansa says, eyes warm and kind. “Come on.”

…

Jon wakes up slowly.

He’s warm, that’s the first thing he realizes; the second is that he isn’t under any covers, which means that he either fell straight on top of his bed and lost consciousness- or that he isn’t in his bed. He shifts, eyes still unwilling to open, and goes painfully immobile when he feels another person’s body right there.

“Wha’ the-” Jon’s eyes flicker open, surprise startling him awake, and he gets an eyeful of bright red hair.

His heart thumps, hard, and Jon flexes his muscles, going through a slow body-check to ensure that, you know, he isn’t dreaming. Eyebrows work fine; his tongue can taste that sprig of cilantro that’s been stuck between his molars for almost two days; his toes dig into a soft blanket that’s too woolly for it to belong to his room.

His hands flex, then, and Jon digs further into the curve of Sansa’s waist. She sighs, snuggling closer to him. He feels all the blood drain away from the upper half of his body, so fast it leaves him dizzy.

He’s asleep in Sansa’s bed. He’s asleep in Sansa’s bed. He’s asleep in Sansa’s bed.

What the fuck.

“Mmm, Jon?” Slowly, Sansa turns, eyes heavy and sleep-lidded, closer than she’s ever been before. Jon takes a break from panicking to admire her. “Wha’ ‘s goin’ on?”

“I,” he says, swallowing.

She frowns. “What?”

“You let me sleep here.”

“Well,” Sansa says, looking more awake, “yes.”

“Why?”

“You looked tired.”

“My bedroom is literally ten feet away.”

She stretches, cracking her bones lazily, and Jon struggles not to gulp at the slide of her body against his.

“I know,” she says. “But I wanted you here.”

Jon stares at her for a minute, trying to understand what she’s just said. Then he lets his eyes drift shut, forehead dropping to her collarbone.

“I’ve been an idiot,” he says, muffled into her skin.

Sansa laughs, the noise high and vibrating pleasantly against Jon’s cheek and mouth. “Yes,” she says, “But then, so have I.”

He grins, propping himself up onto on elbow to better capture her lips, and Sansa loops her arms over his neck, arching to meet him. He hovers over her, just about to kiss Sansa after years-

“Unc’a!”

They don’t move for a long moment, and then Jon groans, rolling away from Sansa to glare up at the ceiling. Sansa lets out a laugh that sounds more incredulous than anything, but when he looks over, she’s not moved at all, flat on her own back.

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Jon hisses.

“Fuckin’!” Lyessa says, bouncing in that damnable crib. “Fuckin’!”

“I’m not handling that,” Sansa tells him flatly. “Once was enough.”

If I bang my head hard enough, can I make myself pass out?

“Four years,” he snaps. “I work up the nerve after four years, and his daughter cockbl-”

“Unless you want Jeyne to cut your heart out with one of her silver ceremonial knives and store it in one of her pretty ceramic urns, you’ll shut up,” Sansa says, looking straight up at the ceiling. Jon’s pretty sure her lips are twitching, but she’s got a really good poker face. “Before you teach her more- mm, adult vocabulary, if you know what I mean.”

“Seems to be the only thing she learns,” Jon grumbles, but stands nonetheless to take Lyessa to the bathroom.

Sansa calls after him just before Jon shuts the door. “Four years, Jon?”

“Oh, shut up,” he says, but he’s too cheerful to sound properly irritable.

…

They drop Lyessa off to Robb and Jeyne together, but Jon barely pays attention, because it’s been four years and he deserves to kiss Sansa properly, dammit, without three-year olds giggling in his face the whole way.

Sansa laughs, loud and free, when they enter the car.

Jon slides into his seat and doesn’t bother turning on the engine or doing anything, really, until Sansa sits down, and after that most of his attention’s less on everything that isn’t Sansa’s soft hair or softer skin or even softer lips and more on- well- Sansa.

…

Maybe, when Lyessa’s older, Jon’ll tell her exactly why he refuses to babysit her ever again.

(It still doesn’t stop Jeyne from going after him with a salad fork two weeks later, when the little devil screams cock during the family dinner and points at him when asked who taught her the word.

Sansa, the traitor, just laughs the whole time.)

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