(Well random stranger I hope that these super late headcanons makes up for how long they took~ Enjoy!~)
- Being a Hylian bearing the child of a Zora everyone is initially very concerned about your health and the health of the baby when it is revealed that you are pregnant
- Something like that has not happened in quite a long time; even the elders barely remember only a handful of instances back when they were young that produced offspring together
- From what the elder Zoras do remember though, it was rather difficult for those couples to conceive and in most instances when they did it was at the risk of both the mother and hatchling(s) because there were usually complications with the pregnancy or the birthing process
- They are unsure what could or will happen during your pregnancy so everyone has their eyes on you keeping a close watch on your condition
- They’re so proud that their Prince and his lover are having a child together and they’re almost just as excited as Sidon and you for the baby to arrive so they want to make extra sure that you are as healthy as possible so nothing will go wrong
- Zora citizens will often stop you in town to make small talk with you or give you little gifts to help you during your pregnancy
- Things like fresh fish to make sure you eat plenty of food or special blends of herbs that they collected to help with your symptoms because everyone knows that the pregnancy is much tougher on your body
- The healers (basically the Zora doctors) also pop in for frequent visits to the palace along with your visits to the medical area, many times at Sidon’s request, to give you regular check-ups as well as study you for future cases so they can be better prepared
- Rest assured that even when Sidon is busy there will always be someone in the palace or around the Kingdom looking out for you which puts both Sidon and you at ease (though he would much prefer to be the one with you)
Perfect & Protective
- (Time to get sappy) If you thought Sidon treated you tenderly before then you are not prepared for the sweet cuddling sessions where he creates a nest of plump pillows and extra soft blankets for you to rest on while he rests his head on your belly or curls around you resting a hand on it
- He becomes extremely protective of you, whether out of instinct, love, or a mixture of both, Sidon becomes extra clingy and just wants to keep you wrapped up in his arms always where he knows that you will be safe
- Of course, the Zora trusts everyone in the domain, but often he will pull you away from others and gets extremely tense when people touch you
- This is common behavior amongst Zora males when their mates are bearing children and while you do feel a little too coddled sometimes it is very sweet that he feels the need to protect you and hold you
- Not only does he guard you though, he also becomes the perfect servant that bends to your every whim with such little hesitation that it’s rather amusing watching him dash around the palace to get you what you need, even if you didn’t ask for it
- Does your back hurt? He’ll request a pillow of the softest materials be made for you
- Do your feet hurt from walking around? Up you go, he will gladly carry you wherever you want to go though he will put you down if it embarrasses you
- Craving a specific food that isn’t in the domain? He’ll try to leave the domain and hunt that specific item down for you (his father or you will talk some sense into him before he does it though)
- He will go overboard if someone like you or King Dorephan does not tell him to stop and relax, Sidon just wants to be as perfect as he can for you to keep you healthy and happy
- Sidon wants to be useful to you and prove to you (and even himself a little bit) that he can be a capable protector and guardian so that when the baby is born you will know he will be able to provide for you
Must Seal The Deal
- Since I believe that the contraception will be a big shock to both you two and the rest of the Kingdom it is more than likely that you became pregnant before Sidon and you were married
- So Sidon, being the unbelievable sap that he is, will feel obligated to seal your relationship and also because he knows that you are absolutely the one that he wants to spend the rest of his life with
- It’s like the final obstacle in the way of him proving his worth to you (and himself) so he wants to make sure everything goes perfectly
- He’d lead you out to a location that held great significance to your relationship, probably the first place that he met you, and under the light of the moon he’d kneel before you like Hylians always did when they asked for the hands of their significant others
- Sidon would propose to you with the almost comically small velvet box, containing a ring he had custom-made for you, held in his hands open to you as he begins reciting to super poetic and sappy speech that he had prepared
- But he would probably be much more nervous, because this is a very big moment and he is trying hard to not mess it up, so he’d likely stumble over what he says
- Before he can really pop the question though you are already in tears and would leap at him just as he begins to ask (that’s one way to say yes)
he’s home for the first time in months; the better part of his summer was spent overseas, building houses for underprivileged communities. he loves his job, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t miss the comfort of his own home; the weather was different ( and, for the most part, more bearable ), his family was there, his significant other was there. for one reason or another, they hadn’t been able to join him on this particular trip, so the closest form of communication they had was facetime, and even so, that was only when he was able to get to the city; rural areas were extremely hit or miss when it came to good coverage, and the misses were more common than the hits. he entered the apartment, rucksack in tow, and immediately searched for the other. “ babe ? “ he called, moving through the hallway, peeking into each room to see if he could catch sight of them. “ i’m home. where are you ? “
You guys are amazing! The TW fandom is so spoiled by having this blog! The latest episode reminded me how much I love Peter, that snarky asshole <3 Any fics where he's an alpha? Any ship and he can be good or bad. I just want him to get whatever he wants in the end of the fic. Thank you!
Awwwwww, you’re too kind! <3 Ooooooh….Peter, I do enjoy him, so was thrilled to fill this for you bb! -Emmy
(I probably use this gif too much, but I love it lol)
(8,336 I Mature I Complete) *petopher, historical au, drug use
Sir Christopher Argent plays politics by day and hunts
monsters by night. Lord Peter Hale is trying to rebuild his shattered
family. They are not allies, and they are certainly not friends. But
there is something hunting in the streets of London, and the stakes are
higher than either of them can imagine.
Or: The Victorian AU nobody asked for. Any excuse to get Peter Hale into a frock coat. And then out of it.
(17,306 I Explicit I Complete) *steter, omega!Stiles
“Put Peter on the phone,” Stiles says, too sharp to be polite.
Derek sounds completely thrown. “Stiles, I don’t think— Okay, you’re
obviously not understanding what’s happening here. Peter isn’t talking.
He’s basically just growling at this point, and he’s rounding on
anyone that gets too close. He actually bit me when I tried to take
back my pillow. I nearly lost a thumb.”
“Derek.” The reality of
this shitshow of a situation is finally kicking in, undeniably, and
Stiles needs to hear Peter’s voice. “Just trust the omega, okay? Tell
him it’s me, and give him the damn phone.”
“Wrangling Rut-Drunk Alpha Boyfriends 101” by Stiles Stilinski, omega and responsible adult person.
(21,261 I Explicit I Complete) *steter, tattoo artist!Peter
Derek has been one of Stiles’ best friends for years,
almost as long as Scott. They’ve been friends through Stiles’ mom’s
death, and through Derek’s ex trying to burn the Hales’ house down. So
Stiles only feels slightly badly for ogling Derek’s hot uncle. He’s
covered in tattoos and easily the most attractive man Stiles has ever
“Hello, Stiles,” Peter says, his voice like silk.
“Peter?” Stiles stammers. “You’re back.”
“Astute as ever,” Peter says.
“Oh, fuck off,” Stiles says. Peter just laughs.
one where Peter is a tattoo artist and an alpha without a pack, and
Stiles is college student and best friends with Derek. When Peter moves
back from New York, there’s immediately something between them.
(26,229 I Mature I Complete) *stetopher, polyamory, mpreg, infertility
After weeks of trying Stiles is still unable to get
pregnant. He struggles with depression and anxiety, and worries his
alphas might choose to leave him for another omega.
god,” he breathed, fumbling out another test from the box. He almost
dropped it twice. Twenty minutes later he had another result, just as
conclusive as the first. Not pregnant. Not pregnant. Not pregnant.
(50,191 I General I Complete) *steter, biker!Peter, author!Stiles
At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist
Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many
motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he’ll meet the man of his
dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five
Peter doesn’t know who this kid is, but he’s cute and looks like he
could use a break. So he feeds him. He’s not expecting a marriage
proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn’t really mind.
Stiles and Peter return to Beacon Hills at the behest of the Sheriff,
Stiles’ dad, to help out with a little situation. Things were good,
quiet at home and Stiles was getting just a tad bit bored and welcomed
something to do, even if it meant going back to Beacon Hills. But then
what was intended to be a simple in and out, turns into something a
little bit more complicated and now involves two counties and his former
pack. And nothing is more complicated or dangerous than when Stiles
(82,180 I Explicit I Complete) *steter, prostitution, detective!Stiles
Peter’s heard people talk about what it felt like when they saw their
mate for the first time, from those who actually believe in the
mystical bullshit. Like a magnet, like gravity. Peter just feels…
Remember my fantasy about walking into the home of a pregnant stranger or a friend with a hot pregnant mom? Yeah, well if that hot mom looked like this, that’d be the best. The only two things that would make it better is if she had a bigger belly and showed off more skin, and/or if she had a nice big ass with some ass crack showing in back <3
okay so i can’t fucking believe i need to say this
but apparently some of you freaks are still so socially inept that i have to
there is literally no reason why you should ever ever ever put your hands on a stranger, with friendly intentions or or otherwise
its not okay to push a stranger to get them into a public transport vehicle faster
it’s not okay to put your hand on a stranger’s shoulder when you say hi or are walking past them (like why the fuck do people think they need to do this in the first place?)
it’s not okay to touch random stranger’s tattoos
it’s not okay to touch a random stranger’s hair
but under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES
in ANY SORT OF SITUATION OR CONDITION
IT IS NEVER OKAY TO TOUCH A PREGNANT STRANGER’S STOMACH
unless they’ve asked you to, or you’re literally in the process of helping them deliver their child
during all my family members’ and friends’ pregnancies they all say that strangers would just come up to them on the street and put their hands on their stomachs and say shit like “Oh now happy!” and like ask them freaky questions about their pregnancy and they all unanimously say that that shit is the most uncomfortable and anxiety inducing shit so just? just!!!!!!! respect people’s personal boundaries okay?!?!?!?
I think I’m
not the only one feeling this weird trapped feeling today, feeling sick and
overwhelmed but unable to stop reading, reblogging. Trying to understand when
there is nothing to understand.
I live in
the middle of it. 19 people died in front of the bar I go drinking twice a
week, and my friend the barmaid was hidden behind the bar for two hours. One of
my best friend lives rue Bichat and heard the gunfire from his window. I know a
family trapped in stade de France. I should have been drinking in Republique at
8PM yesterday, where they started shooting.
Yeah I get
it. We are freaking out.
stop spreading only the bad stuff. Stop the pictures and videos of bodies in
the street, of yelling and blood. Stop talking about refugee’s hate, and
about the people that yelled in the street the number of the code to their flat
when victims where running everywhere to bring them to safety. The man that
opened the window of his flat to victims of the Bataclan stranded on the roof.
the man that went back to help a stranger pregnant woman, and the kid that was
carried to safety by a total stranger worried he could be trampled by the
the social media, the hashtag #porteouverte to get people out of the street and
#voyageavecmoi to help people afraid to travel alone because of their
the taxis that stayed in the street, bringing people home for free all night,
and the bus drivers that helped evacuate the Bataclan.
crowding the blood centers, so much that Paris now has to send them back home.
in their home, terrified and in shock, and only waiting for the possibility to
crowd the street and show them that we are afraid but not broken, and together.
handfuls of people that will take out of this tragedy all the bad lessons, the
don’t talk about them. Talk about the fraternity and the love of the scared,
scarred, ones in Paris. Because we are so many, and we won’t give up
ereri mpreg omegaverse au where levi’s a virgin unmated omega but when his friends petra and aurou find out they cant have kids levi volunteers to have a baby for them because their gonna pay him and well shit he’s not finding a alpha anytime soon. But then when he’s three months along petra and aurou die in a car accient and levi is left pregnant with a strangers baby because they decided to use someone elses sperm. levi then meets eren, and their really into one another but levi doesnt think eren wants him because he’s knocked up and eren wiggles into levis life and helps levi out with everything until the very last month or so when levi is like ‘what do i do with the baby how am i gonna raise it’ and eren then confess’ the feelings they both know they have for one another and promises to help levi raise it
also it turns out eren has donated sperm in the past and the kid may or may not come out looking exactly like eren
tip for people who don’t like their stomach touched while pregnant. any time a stranger or even family/friends try to do it causally lean over and rub their stomach in return. you have no idea how off putting that is for people.
Imagine being forced into an arranged marriage by your rich overbearing family
Imagine being forced into an arranged marriage by your rich overbearing family but since you don’t like anyone, you agreed to it anyways. As you are nearer to your wedding day, you feel something is watching you and the feeling becomes intense each day. One night, you are visited by a tall but handsome stranger. As he closes in on you, you are unable to resist and allow him to do whatever he wants with you. You woke up in the middle of the night to find you can’t move. You looked down and see what is holding you back, and realized your belly had grown immensely and still is. You looked as if you are 3 months pregnant. The stranger next to you smirks, satisfied with his work. He whispers in your ear and tells you that he is a mythical being from a dying clan who’s looking for mates to breed with. He chooses you as his and ask you to come with him.
The next day, the maid comes to get you but you aren’t there. You are with your mate, heading to his clan’s village. By the time you reached the village, your belly has grown again from 3 to 6 months, the active children inside awaiting to grow morebefore being born. The villagers welcomes you both and as your mate smile to you, you smile back for the first time in years, knowingfully well that once your first childrens are born, you are ready to be pregnant with more and so on, enjoying the feeling of being full with your lover’s childrens for years to come
Ya’ll here is the
Easter special I promised since you guys really wanted another part so badly! The song that inspired this chapter was Magic by Coldplay. Also this chapter
is pretty long because it is an Easter special/
Warnings: Be used to
swearing by now, also some fluff
My eyes widened as I faced Dan. What did he even mean? His
family? He hadn’t even met mine yet…
“What are you
saying, Dan?” I sighed. “For Christmas?”
“Yes, for Christmas.
You and I agreed that we’d tell my family together when he time was right that
we’re having a baby. I think we should go so they can meet you and we can ease
them into the idea of it in the last three months of the pregnancy,” Dan really
seemed like he put a lot of thought into it, and I admit it wasn’t a bad idea.
What irked me a bit was the fact that he hadn’t asked me about it when he
thought of it.
“Dan, it doesn’t
feel right to just go with your family when I can’t go see mine.” I sighed and
hobbled over to sit on the couch.
“Well, my family
doesn’t live very far and it’s only a few days. You can’t go with your family
because it’s a cruise. Plus, they already know. Hell, I’ll talk to them if it
makes you feel better. Please just do this? For me?” His begging was almost as
adorable as his beautiful self. It still didn’t feel great knowing that my
family would probably think that I chose going to the Howell’s for Christmas
over them, but it seemed necessary that I would have to go with Dan and inform
“Fine.” I ended up
saying, giving in. Although I knew that at some point I’d have some tremendous
explaining to do, this wasn’t some little thing. It was important to Dan, which
made it important for our son therefore, it was important for me as well.
The drive to Dan’s
hometown lasted about two hours. While the first bit was slightly
uncomfortable, all was good when I put my seat back and admired Dan drive.
Listen, if you have a crush on literally any guy, when they drive is super
fucking hot. Like, it’s really attractive. And while he wasn’t the best driver,
I still felt safe. I was able to relax, unlike in airplanes. If we flew, that
would’ve been a terrible mess. They full on tormented me and if any bit of turbulence
hit? I would literally cry.
The same anxiety I
felt on planes, happened when Dan announced we were on his street. Typically,
if I were to meet one of my boyfriend’s families, I’d be fine. Excited, even.
However, Dan was not my boyfriend, he was the father of my son. He had
accidentally gotten me pregnant and that wasn’t anywhere near to dating. Did
they even know he was dating a stuck up brat? Someone who wasn’t me?
“It’ll be fine,” Dan
mumbled once we were in the driveway. I’d tried to be the most discreet I could
be about my nervousness but Dan could see right through me. I mean that and
maybe also the fact that he was scared, too.
“What if they don’t
like me? What if they think I ruined your life or something?” I blurted out my
insecurities but not by accident like I typically would. Every time I said that
I trusted Dan, I meant it. Although I didn’t support some stuff that he did or
agreed with some of his decisions, he always made sure to take care of me and
make me feel secure in the few months we’d known each other. I trusted him, and
it made me so happy I wanted to scream it. And I totally would’ve screamed it
if I was experiencing my fatigue and agitation.
“Hey, hey, hey…”
Dan put his hand on my knee and gave it a squeeze of reassurance. “I know them
and they’re not like that. They might be a little shocked, but you’re kind, intelligent,
and you’re pretty. I’m sure they’ll adore you.” His eyes met mine and greeted
me with a warmth that ran through my entire body. As cheesy as it was, I knew I’d
make it through as long as I had him.
What sucked was that
we still hadn’t talked about the kiss or that he slept with me? Okay, that
sounded awful. He had just slept next to me, despite having a girlfriend. It’d
not like the kiss was anything major but the whole situation just felt sensual
and romantic. He made me feel like I was on cloud 9! It drove me insane that I
didn’t know how he felt about me. Did he even consider what it would be like to
be romantically involved with me? Or did he only see me as the woman carrying
Here I was again. Over thinking.
This was not the time
to think about falling in love and ending up with Dan. This was time to
meet and tell his family that we were going to be parents.
Dan grabbed our
luggage and we walked up to the front door. My stomach was honestly in my
throat and I was on edge. Actually, that was an understatement.
The door began to
open and I watched as Dan’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. A part of me wanted to go back into the car
and just hide there until we left.
We were greeted by a
woman who looked older than us, but still quite young. My assumption was that
this was his mother. That was proven to be true when she swooped Dan into a big
“Dan! You never told
me you were coming today. The house
is a mess! I would’ve cleaned up a bit more,” she chuckled and pulled away,
taking a second to admire him. That brought a smile to my face. Would I one day
look at my son like this? So passionately and so proud after not having seen
him for a while? “You’re going to kill your own mother one day from so many
“I missed you, mum.”
Dan chuckled and wrapped his arms around her once more. When they finished
hugging for the second time, that’s when she noticed me.
“Oh dear, I didn’t
even see you.” His mother grinned at me and pulled me into a hug as well. Two
seconds into the hug she must’ve realized I was pregnant when she felt my bump
pressed her. When she pulled away from me, she took a moment to look at my protruding
stomach and smiled. “Marie, right?” She asked, still grinning. Oh great, she
knew about Marie. I knew that Dan and I had agreed not to mention a word about
the situation until the right time but it still stung that I even had to hear
that snob’s name.
“Mum, this is Y/N,”
Dan said almost immediately, not even letting me talk.
“Oh, you must be that
friend Dan mentioned a while back! Come in, both of you.” She opened the door
widely enough and we walked in. The entrance of the house was beautifully
decorated and as soon as you walked in you felt warm and comfy. It was nice. Felt
like a legit home.
Did the gorgeousness
of the house distract me from the fact that Dan’s mom knew who I was because he’d
mentioned me? When did he mention me? Pre or post finding out I was pregnant?
“We actually have
something to tell you,” Dan announced once he hung up his and my coats. His mom
gave him a look ha just said ‘go on with it’. I waited for Dan to go out and
finally say the words but I could tell he was frozen. He didn’t know what to
say or how to say it and he knew that it could potentially break his mothers
heart that he got a stranger pregnant and now was expecting her grandchild.
“Well? What is it?
You’re scaring me,” His mother gave a little smile as a nudge for him, and that’s
when he said it.
“I got Y/N here
pregnant a few months back… And we’re having a baby together.” Dan chuckled
awkwardly and sort of wrapped his arm around my waist to put his hand on my
bump. “We aren’t dating, before you ask. I’m still with Marie…” His mother ignored the last part of what he
said and covered her mouth.
“I’m going to have a
grandchild?” Her smile was so big and her eyes watered. “Dan, you better not be
joking.” Dan let out a light snicker.
“You’re getting a
grandson to be exact,” I butted in, placing my hand on my stomach. “If you
want, I have an ultrasound picture?”
“Please? Oh my god,
Dan. This is honestly one of the best things that’s happened to me. We have to
go tell everyone else.”
After meeting the rest of his family, telling them the news
and laughing endlessly while eating dinner, I went and took a shower. I was
nowhere near ready to go to bed, I just felt like I needed to clean up after a
long day. It was a relief to know that Dan had such a supportive and kind
family. He had to learn it from somewhere, I guess. As soon as I opened the
bathroom and walked into the room Dan and I hard to share, that’s when he
“I want to show you
something. If you want , that is.” He smiled, leaning against the doorframe. I
turned around and put my hair in a bun. I was wearing a shirt from my pre
pregnancy days that was baggy before, but fit pretty much like a regular t-shirt
now along with grey sweatpants. It felt so good that I didn’t have to worry
about how I looked around Dan anymore; I stopped caring so long ago.
“Sure, sounds good.”
I replied, walking up to him.
Dan led me outside in his backyard and walked us a little
into the forest behind his house. We hadn’t gone far at all. Between the cracks
of the trees we could see the back of his house, but it would be hard for
anyone to spot someone here. It was an empty patch of land that the forest
The night sky was out
and while it was cold, there really wasn’t much snow. Just a little bit of
frost on the ground.
Dan took it upon
himself to lie down and patted the space next to him to join him. I slowly sat,
then sat back.
“I used to come out here
a lot as a teenager,” he mumbled. “Felt good being here and not have to think
about real life problems. I figured this would be a great place to show you. I
can imagine how things maybe be slightly overwhelming.” Dan looked up at the
sky and blinked a few times, before turning his head to look at him. The view
of the sky was so beautiful but I only wanted to look at him. Dan made me have
that funny feeling in the pit of my stomach and I never knew what to do with
myself in this situation.
“I can see why,” I
replied, pretending like my eyes weren’t just completely glued on him and only
him. That’s when I really understood him. This was his getaway and I was
jealous that he could always come here whenever he wanted and just look up. As
a teenager, my biggest problems were getting braces and not getting noticed by
that cute guy that plays guitar. Dan had never told me much of his childhood in
the time we’d known each other, but I really would’ve liked to know about his
Dan turned on his
side and looked at me while I started up at the sky. That’s when I felt the
butterflies come back. However, they weren’t butterflies.
“Give me your hand,”
I whispered to Dan. He didn’t question me and let me take his hand. I placed it
on my stomach and looked at him as he started feeling the kicks. We started at
each other the whole time until Dan pulled away and went to cup my cheek. With
his eyes still locked on mine and let out a little smirk.
“I really liked
kissing you the other night…” He whispered. I let out a breath of relief and
“M-me too,” I agreed,
started to feel nervous again. Dan ran his thumb over my bottom lip and started
at my lips.
“Good, because I’m
about to do it again.” He nodded and leaned closer, smashing his lips on mine.
This kiss was so much more different from any of the other ones we’ve shared
before. It was filled with passion and was rougher but yet still gentle. His lips
were so soft and I couldn’t resist wanting more. My fingers tangled in his
brown hair as his hands explored my body. This didn’t last long as his mother
started calling for him inside the house. He pulled away and smiled at me.
“We’ll finish this
later.” Dan kissed my forehead. He stood up and then helped me up, keeping his
hand on the small of my hand as we walked inside. His mother was waiting for us
and pointed to the living room with a sort of frown on her face. Confused, we
walked into the living room. Only to see Marie, sitting cross legged with her
luggage next to her. She smirked once she saw us.
Rated: T – maybe. (Trigger: brief mentions of
abuse, trauma, train accidents.)
Crossover Source: Mrs. Winterbourne
A/N: Just a giant mess. Reader beware, you’re
in for a scare from a wannabe writer with zero ambition. Based on the ’96 film
Mrs. Winterbourne with Ricki Lake and a hot asf Brendan Fraser.
Thanks for another awesome round Mods!
A pair of black, expensive-looking shoes
stepped in front of her. She frowned in confusion at the loss of rain water
beating against her sodden form and peered up to see blue eyes staring
down at her in worry. His hand stretched out with an umbrella covering the both
“Are you alright Miss? Thought you might
need some help,” the stranger queried against the heavy rain falling around
Katniss stared at him in wonder, slightly
relieved that the rain water concealed the salt tracks on her cheeks. She said
nothing as her eyes took in his form. A finely pressed suit hugged his frame.
His hair was surprisingly neatly kept. She could tell that he wasn’t from
around these parts. This stranger looked to be someone of wealth and higher
standing than the rundown people she had become accustomed to, including the
asshole father of her child who couldn’t give two shits about them, as she sat
in the rain under the scrutinizing eyes of this stranger.
He must’ve read her thoughts as his eyes
traveled down her form to see the apparent protruding of her belly. The
widening of his eyes made her feel small as she moved to pull her wet jacket
warnings: smut?? allusion to smut. really no smut at all, but someone/s gets laid.
The Interceptor makes planetfall in the late afternoon.
It’s a rough descent - always is - but by the time they’re swooping over Joestown, Toast is trading banter with the Port Authority as though it were a leisure cruise. Max lingers at the back of the cockpit, an eye on the settlement below as it swims into focus. With a skilled touch Toast brings them in, permitting a thunk-thump that runs through the hull as Interceptor magnetises to the dock. They’re formally welcomed to the port and the radio chatter ends with a parting shot from his Navigator, who jams a toothpick back between her teeth and undoes her harness.
As the engine cycles down the solar shields fade first, flooding the console with the ruby shine of sunset. Throwing a hand up to shade his eyes, Max catches a matching grimace on Toast’s face as she swings out of the pilot’s chair, bare feet silent on the corrugated metal.
“It’s gonna’ be dusty out there Cap’,” she says, stretching.