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[AO3] [Patreon] Rating: E WC: 3884 Tags: Family Fluff, Healing, Sex Pollen, Transgender, Implied/Referenced Drug Use Alcohol, Tossball (The Outer Worlds), Fluff and Angst Fandom: The Outer Worlds Ship: The Captain/Felix Millstone

“Uh… that it’s delicious?” The question felt dumb to the ex-box hauler. He was hoping this would allow him the chance to shed that title. Maybe he’d take up ‘gunslinger’ or maybe ‘crusher’. The thoughts made him smile, looking down at the noticeably short captain questioning him outside of their ship.

The Vicar standing behind them didn’t quite hide the roll of his eyes, but he saw Ellie’s dry smile.

“That’s…” The captain’s chuckle caught his ears, and he honed back in on him. A handsome person, clearly enjoying his answer. Felix didn’t quite see the humor in his response. “Perfect. What’s your name?”

“Felix Millstone, sir.”

“Welcome to the crew, Felix. Come aboard and pick a cabin.”

His smile was wide, excited. Perfect. His answer had been perfect.

“You won’t regret this, Captain.”

“The Darlings - “ Max’s voice was suddenly cut off.

“Are too weak this year! Why they scrapped their entire team - “

“Because the Rangers almost killed half them, and the other half were too scared to stay!”

“Fear is an entirely legal tactic-”

“But attempted murder is not.”

“If the Darlings would stop accruing fouls every damn game, maybe we could talk about…”

“Those refs were paid off.” The dismissive comment was paired with a swig of a zero gee, Max’s bottle tipped up to the ceiling.

“Still legal!” Felix’s bottle gestured in exuberance, as if he’d just made the argument-ending point. When Alex suddenly laughed, Felix’s head lolled over his shoulder, looking into the man’s eyes. There was something spinning around in his head, thoughts that jumbled into some kind of want, some kind of need, that he didn’t want to address. Felix couldn’t think too heavily about the way this captain had saved his life, had taken him in.

No, they were arguing tossball.

“And even if they weren’t paid off-”

“Which they were”

“If they were.” Felix reiterated, leaning forward on the table, wrinkled jacket bunching around his elbows. “It wouldn’t have mattered with how the Darlings were playing. it’s called tossball, not drop ball.”

“Did you think of that all on your own?”

There was warmth at Felix's right, the air stopping against a body moving to sit next to him.

“What are y’all arguing over?”

“Max thinks the Darlings are worth a damn.”

“They are!”

“Not!”

“Law help me.”

“- Hope, hope hope,

Sing again, again again,

the cold of space holdin’ nothin’ for the win.

Our sweet ole hope,

Holdin’ us close…”

The melody suddenly broke when Felix hic’ed from the alcohol on his tongue, laughing as he realized he’d lost his tune.

“That all?’

“That all!” the door to the unreliable closed behind them, his arm around his Captain’s shoulders. It did nothing to his balance, except made it worse, but he was close to Alex. He could feel their warmth, their breaths under his hand, and he wasn’t even in a fight with the Vicar.

“Okay, let’s walk up these stairs.” They started up the even stairs, as unevenly as Felix attempted them. Too short of a step almost took them down, and his care much increased tenfold, almost to the detriment of them falling backwards at one point.

It was perilous to finish the last few steps on the stairs, only for Alex to turn left, and Felix’s bed came into view. His beautiful bed, surrounded by his random trinkets.

They made it to the covers, and Felix took a dive into the metal and soft padding.

“Fuck!” His hand instantly moved to his forehead, before Alex’s laughter filtered into his ears. Music, bells, peels of joy that he couldn’t help but grasp around the pain pounding into his head suddenly.

Alex guided his feet into the end of the bed, and started to pull up the blanket. That was his fatal mistake, as Felix’s hand grasped onto his wrist, pulling his captain into his bunk, wrapping his arms around the smaller man. A hand on his colorful hair, pulling his face into his neck.

“Thanks, cap’t.” The slight slur of his words were still evident, the sudden depressive effects catching up with his body. He was slowly losing the ability to even keep his eyes open.

“Felix!” a small wriggle in his arms, determining just how tight they were being held. Too tight to move an inch out of Felix's arms. It didn’t take more than thirty more seconds until he was starting to snore, repetitive sound against Alex’s ear, soothing in the most comforting way.

Alex wasn’t going to be leaving for at least a couple hours, so he tried to get comfortable.

“How could he just…” Felix’s eyes were full of distrust, a distrust of what he believed. Harlow… Harlow had betrayed him. How could Harlow betray him, his cause? The pain in his body was physical, sting deep in his core that twisted into an ugly anger.

“Felix.” His captain’s hand was on his forearm, stopping him from moving any further. It was small, the touch, nothing more than a moment to pause and hear their voice.

“What?” The venom in his voice was immediately regretted as he looked back into his captain's eyes. The apology was on his tongue nearly instantly, but they could see the shame in his eyes.

“I’m sorry he betrayed you. But he’s not your family anymore.’

“But he was.”

“Yeah, once. Then, he wanted a couple extra bits in his pocket, more than he wanted you.” The vitriol was accidental; the bluntness was a shock. A splash of cold water, right into his face, a pause of his words as Felix felt his jaw tense, his shoulders stiffening.

“Yeah. I know. Thanks for the reminder. I forgot about being the cast off.”

“Felix, no. Stop.” His arms crossed over his chest, chest puffed out just the slightest In defense.

“Is that an order, captain?”

“It's a request!” There were a few moments of silence before Felix broke.

“What, then?”

“Just because Harlow was able to use you doesn't mean there aren't people who love you. That there won't be people who love you. I mean, it sucks, sure. But you've got us. Max, Ellie, Nyoka, Parvati…. Hell, Sam and ADA.” Alex took a step forward after just a moment. “You're part of My crew now. I think we both know that's worth more than Family, don't we?”

The door was closed, right? Right? He’d kept it closed, too nervous for Ellie to walk by. He’d made a deal with that scientist collecting musk, he’d made a dumb, stupid deal, and it was clear the scientist was just trying to hide the real purpose of this musk.

Felix felt a deep moan rip from his throat, chest reverberating with the intense ache that developed. Carefully, he shoved his face into the pillow, trying to decide if he should run to Ellie's room, ask for some kind of help. She was their sawbones, surely she’d have something to counteract his dumb choice. He wasn’t sure if he could manage even that; the slightest shift of his thigh against even his balls set him alight with sensation, his eyes rolling back in his head. More attractive to the objects of his desires, his ass! This was pure hell, just a need, nothing more.

Felix shifted his thighs against his calves, feeling the cheeks of his ass separate, the cold air brushing against his hole. Empty, cold, fuck he needed something, anything more. His hand once again moved to his cock, trying to stroke even slightly, the pleasure too intense to stroke for long. It was painful, and he couldn’t even get himself off.

Another whine, and he let his legs straighten, his cock and balls pressing into the blankets and instantly twitching against the scratchy fabric. Fuck. Fuck, Felix had asked Alex to show up in the next five minuets, there was no way this would be over by then. He could only feel his need getting worse, thinking of his captain.

How could he? The man who had saved his ass from the ground breaker, Felix couldn’t even hold onto the shame of wanting more and more from this person.

Until his mind took a quick detour to thinking about his captain’s hips, how pillowy his ass looked, the hair that could be pulled so easily as he fucked into those lips-

His face pressed into his pillow again, hips jerking hard. a spurt of precum soaked into his blankets, and his hands grabbed the edges of the pillow, balling them up.

They’d look perfect, so perfect with their legs held up by his hands, buried in them deeper than he’d ever been in anyone.

The blanket was too much, too much stimulation, he couldn’t handle the feeling, the musk overriding the need to cum with the need to breed. He needed something warm and tight and wet and squeezing, surrounding his dick with their own orgasm. His thoughts once again betrayed him, law, Alex pushed over the edge of his bed, he was certain that his captain would be so slick and just what he needed, perfect to work out this fucking musk, pumping his cum into the man…

“Felix?” their soft voice rang between them, and he realized suddenly it wasn't in his dream. Felix allowed himself to look at a vision he wasn’t sure of being a blessing or a curse. Alex, the door to the hall closing behind them, stepping into his room. He was delectable, more entrancing than anything Felix could think to compare them to. He flopped onto his side, a mistake for his modesty and his cock.

“Ca…” His words trailed off with a needing keen.

Felix didn't need to look down between his legs to see just how hard he had gotten against his stomach. He could tell how much he was leaking. The only thing he had eyes for was his captain, who couldn't look away from his cock. It took a moment to realize that was where he was staring. But it was clear after that. Alex was breathing deeper, trying to keep their composure. .

“Captain,” Felix tried again. The whine had turned into a plea, Hips hitching forward into the air, a drool of precum dripping from his cock. “I need…”Alex took his first couple steps forward as if his body was deciding for him.

“What did you do?” Alex was in front of him, his thumb inches from Felix’s lips. Without answering, he sucked on the digit, moaning around it to show them just what he could do with his tongue, begging for their sexual attention. When their hand moved to his inner thigh, he felt himself twitch. His thighs, arms, stomach, cock, his entire body felt the touch.

Felix was a sight, even if he couldn’t recognize just how pathetic he looked. Spread legs with his shirt bunched into his sweaty armpits, hair stuck to his forehead, and a flush covering his cheeks. He had no idea just how tantalizing of a meal he was to his captain.

His loud moan echoed through the room when Alex brushed his finger along the length of his cock, Felix's lips falling open.

“Per, ahh-fec,” the word was so broken it was generous to even call it that. Felix’s eyes were screwed shut, his breathing fast and hard.

Seeing Felix so desperate infected Alex as well; he slipped his lips around Felix’s cock, sucking harshly on the head. The warmth, the wetness, Felix couldn’t have stood a chance. A moan choked out of his throat, cum spurting into Alex’s mouth. Shots hit the back of his throat, causing him to swallow hard around Felix.

As he pulled off, Felix found his tongue, clearly already tired from his actions.

He looked into Alex’s eyes, sighing out.

“Wanted to find you, Captain. Didn’t expect you to find me first.”

“What’s going on?’

“I don’t think…” Felix’s thought trailed off as he saw Alex’s tongue dart out his mouth, licking along his lips for a swipe of cum that almost dried.

“That you could keep this from me?” Alex’s hand is still at the base of Felix’s cock, letting him feel the blood starting to pump through him again. “What’s going on?” Felix’s face turned bright red, regretting the words before they fell.

“Rapt musk.”

“R..Rapt musk? From Roseway?”

“Ellie said it makes you more desirable…” and his dick twitched in excitement. Felix whimpered in frustration, already nervous on how long this would take. “Didn’t think it’d be like this.”

“Who were you…” Alex’s words trailed off, remembering just who he’d said he wanted to find.

“You, captain.” Admitting it again, after admitting to the musk, released a wave of shame through felix. Alex’s hand was starting to move along his cock, slow enough to tease, but not make him think he’d forgotten. Already, Felix felt himself hardening again, that little attention all that he needed. “I can't, ah,” and his head fell back against his pillow.

“Let me help you through this…” Alex looked up at Felix, breathing softly against the tip of his cock. Unintentional, but effective regardless. Felix felt heat thump through his body, and his eyes screwed shut.

“Please…” His hands were fisted in his pillow, his back arched. “Need, ha, some help.” Alex was already shucking their pants, hurrying to scamper onto his hips. “I’ve got you, Felix…”

Felix barely managed to lift their daughter with one hand. Daisy had grown so much in the last few months, gaining height and weight like crazy. He'd already resolved to start working harder, insistent that he'd be able to hold her for the rest of his life.

“Babe. I'm her dad. What if something happens? I gotta be able to carry my little girl out of a fire!”

“Our daughter knows to run away from a fire.”

“What if her leg is broken?”

His nerves had shown in every facet of their children. What if, what if, it's kept him up the nights Alex had slept away. Every night the baby bumps grew before him, the more concerns would appear in his head. Without parents, Felix wasn’t even sure how he was supposed to refer to the kids, much less how to parent them.

Neither of them expected how easily parenting came to Felix. Even without a template from his childhood, he found being a father comforting and nearly natural. When his children would come to him with excitement, it was easy to simply forget his work, and focus entirely upon whatever his children had brought up.

His daughter was on his shoulders, finally at the tipping point he'd be counting each time they were still able to do this. As an ad drone flew by, Daisy laid against his head, playing with the curls that flew up as each step he took.

“Papa,” she started, and Felix felt his ears perk up.

“What’s up, buttercup?”

“Can we go to Monarch again soon? I miss Mr Nandi’s jokes.” Felix remembered the square of a man. He wasn’t the worst of the lot, and he and Alex did need to see Zora again.

“I think we can. It’s been a while, huh?”

“Restricted Millstone.”

“I helped save Halcyon and this is the thanks-” Felix’s words were cut off quickly.

“That's stopped working on try fifteen.”

“Lucky try forty-two?” The col. looked down at Jesse, a stern look on her face. “Take mind to not end up like your father, kid. it's easier to keep yourself from getting spaced if you respect restricted areas.” No words dropped from their lips, and they stood up straight, and saluted the Colonel. “Hm. Maybe you could learn something from them, Millstone.” As soon as she turned around, Jesse's Hand snapped away from their head, and promptly flipped off the Colonel. Felix couldn't help it, boisterous laughter rang in the hallways.

Their laughter joined in, and Felix knelt down enough for them to jump onto his back, wrapping their arms around his shoulders. “You're learning well, kid,” he said, standing and walking Back to the unreliable. “Pretty damn well.”

“Vincent was just a darling .” Max led the eight year old by his hand back to his father. The second of the Millstone clan was smiling ear to ear, already excited to show off his newest book that he’d been shown, and the new Québécois that Vik had taught him.

“What did you just call him?”

“Dad!” Vincent distracted Felix enough from Max’s answer, attention split fast.

“Hey Bud!”

“Grandpappy Vik taught me new words!” The other captain finally joined them, the cane in his hand not taking from the smile on his lips. His hand moved to Vincent’s shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze.

“And what did he teach you?”

“Nique ta mèr-”

“Non, non,” Vik suddenly stopped the final letter from tumbling out. “Not quite,” He said with a small laugh. “Try and tell him the colors you learned.”

“Oh! bleu, rouge, vert…” Vik patted Vincent’s shoulder again, and grinned at Felix.

“Do you have room at your table for two old men?”

Alex was going to kill him, where the hell did Ruby go off to this time? She’d just been next to him, just between him and Jesse, and she’d slowed down to pick up something off the floor, and… Crap.

“Do you see her?” Jesse shook his head no, looking back up at Felix before once again scanning the area. “Crap. Glad-'' Felix cut himself off as soon as he looked up to the balcony over Gladys’ room. “Ruby! Get down here!” He saw the thought pass through her eyes the moment he said it. “Ladder!” Felix saw her shift her weight onto her hands, placed on the railing so her feet cleared the ground by a few inches. There was a moment of her swaying over and back, gaining her balance.

“Ruby!”

“Dad!” Her voice called through the open air, and she leaned over the railing a little bit more. Felix was watching her too much, and didn't even notice when Gladys had walked from behind her desk to stand just next to him, looking up at Ruby.

“Well now.” Felix jumped, his eyes ripping from Ruby to look at Gladys.

“H..hi.”

“Didn’t expect you to pop out any.”

“What can I say? I got lucky.” Suddenly, Ruby fell backwards, hearing a soft ‘oof’ from Jesse. He realized that in his hurry to find Ruby, Jesse had simply taken action and pulled her back from the railing.

Felix ran to the ladder, scurrying up the rungs as fast as he could. Jesse had just grabbed Ruby’s hair, her elbow drove into Jesse’s stomach, both kids were starting to really fight in true sibling anger. Felix’s hands were quick to tug the two apart, worry clear on his face.

“Are you two alright?” Jesse’s scowl was clear, but right as their mouth opened, so did Ruby’s.

“They started it!”

“She started it!” If it wasn’t for Felix’s hands on each of their shoulders, the two would have lunged forward once again.

“Hey! Let’s calm down, both of you.” Both kid’s arms crossed, but not before Ruby’s tongue stuck out at her sibling. Her face turned away, refusing to look at them again.

“Do I gotta clean up any blood from those two? My knees can’t get up there easy anymore.” Gladys’ voice rang from the first floor, straining slightly as she projected.

A quick look over the two of them, and Felix felt his shoulders relax just slightly.

“We’re good! Thanks!” Felix looked at his two kids, sprawled on the floor. If nothing else, they were going to know how to throw a punch if the Mardets ever caught them.

“Dad, I want to go find Mom.” Ruby’s frown had only gotten deeper.

“Let’s go. I think I know where they’re hiding. And no more climbing on rails like that.”

“But-”

“C’mon kiddo, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Here we go!” Gunnar said, smoothing the sticky goo into Diesel’s hair, pressing the edges of his mohawk together. “Now lean over here to dry it out.” He half pulled the kid’s head by the mohawk, half guided him to the vent nearby, spewing warm air at all times.

“How long?”

“Dunno. Mine only takes thirty seconds.”

“Bullshit!”

“Hey, don’t talk to the king like that! Didn’t your old man teach you respect?” Captain Macredd’s chest puffed up. For once, his goggles were pushed up, showing off the new burn scar that marred his face. Perfect circles of unscarred flesh around his eyes showed the benefit of safety when playing with fire.

“Yeah, to those who deserve it.” Gunnar’s loud laugh echoed around the back bays, and he positioned Diesel’s hands up to his hair.

“Hold that here. Want an ale? Some mushrooms?” It wasn’t the first time that Gunnar had offered, but he didn’t care for the taste, or the feeling.

“You know I don’t.” Gunnar returned with an ale for himself, and after a few moments he touched the mohawk.

“Do you feel how it’s all crunchy now?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, that means you’re done. Peel off your hands.” Diesel slowly managed it, but some goo still followed the tips of his fingers. “Go clean it off kid.” Hurrying over to the sink, Diesel felt the hair on top of his head swaying. His head tipped forward to look at the taps, and his hair hit the wall. The jump back made Gunnar laugh again. “Changes your awareness, don’t it?”

“Yeah…” He finished cleaning off his hands, rubbing them dry on the patched pants he was wearing. Looking out the random hole in Gunnar’s wall overlooking the back bays, he could hear the drunken and high singing ringing around the open air. It was a song he’d heard many times sung around the colony.

‘Our Hope, Fighting for life;

Home, new, waiting for warmth;

Waiting, baited, for our hope to return,

Blooms of flowers welcome them home,

Waiting longer than stars can burn.’

On the third line, Diesel heard Gunnar’s door open, and steps coming up the stairs. Turning around, a trill of fear appeared in his back, worried that it would be Mardets walking up the stairs. Instead, Felix stepped around the Corner, and the kid grinned wider than he had all night.

“Dad! Look at what the King just taught me!” He turned his head, showing off the entirety of the mohawk.

“So that’s why you haven’t let me cut it.” He walked over, and curiously poked at the crispy edge, before giving a little hiss and pulling his finger back. “Sharper than an Inferno scythe. Mom’s looking for you.”

“Already?”

“C'mon dude, we gotta get back to the ship.”

“Can I stay with Gladys? Or Gunnar?”

“Not this time. Special trip.”

“Special enough that you won’t even give me a hello?” Macredd’s voice suddenly broke through the two’s conversation.

“Sorry, your majesty,” Felix redirected his eyes to the king, and bowed slightly as a laugh. “You comin’ to his birthday next week?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world! Maybe I’ll get to see Sanita there.”

“Please don’t hook up with someone at my kid’s party.”

Once more, that grin that spoke of insanity sparked onto Gunnar’s face, and he laughed loudly.

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