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His friends. Right.

He eyes Ran Haitani who balances on the back legs of the chair he's sitting on precariously. His loafer-clad feet crossed at the ankles on the table. Next to him, his brother sighs deeply, his thumb and forefinger massaging circles into the bridge of his nose.

Opposite them, Kokonoi and Kakucho appear deceptively calm. Kokonoi is chewing diligently on a piece of gum. His attempt at quitting cigarettes. Kakucho has one arm slung along the back of Koko's chair, his legs spread as he slouches in his chair. His eyes are closed, his head tipped back against the headrest. If Mikey didn't know better he'd think Kakucho was recovering from a night out drinking.

Of course, the truth is much wilder than Kakucho spending a night on the town.

Takeomi is absent. Naturally. Sanzu is sprawled in his own chair at the other end of the table. His guns are on the table as he shines his katana.

Mikey considers everything he's been through with the men in this room.

If you can let me in, then you can let them in.

He shudders as your words wash through him. You're like his fucking conscience. It's simultaneously the most unnerving and wonderful experience he's ever had. A voice of reason that isn't being paid in his blood money. He glances at Kakucho again quickly.

If you think these men have stuck around because you're paying them then you're dumber than I thought, Mikey.

Sanzu gently places his katana on the table and shakes out the little cloth he was using to shine it. He gives Mikey his full attention. the action seems to stir the others who also turn to him. Kakucho lifts a single brow at him in question.

And the action sets of something akin to...gratitude in Mikey. It's a wildly unfamiliar sensation and he has to quell the urge to rub his chest.

They would die for you, Mikey.

Yes, they would. He catches a glimpse of a cut running along Rindou Haitani's chest as the man shifts in his chair. The skin is shiny and puckered from healing and a pang goes off in his chest that almost knocks him on his ass.

These men would die for him.

A sudden clarity comes over him and he has to blink several times to reorient himself. It feels almost like someone has ripped whatever ill-fitting glasses he was wearing before off and he can see clearly now. Jesus Christ, these men would die for him.

He sinks heavily into his own chair. The weight of his previous oversight anchors him to the cushion.

"I have news," he blurts.

The words suck the air out of the room. Silence ensues for a handful of seconds and then...

"Oh my God, you knocked her up!"

Rindou reaches Ran before Mikey can react to his exclaimed words and slaps his brother in the back of the head.

"I-" Mikey starts, blinking in confusion. What?

"Jesus Christ Ran, so what if he has?" Rindou interrupts, glaring at his brother.

"I di-" Mikey tries again, his brows furrowed.

"That actually...that makes sense," Kokonoi says slowly, nodding. "I saw her eat half a cake by herself the other night."

Kakcuho is gaping at Mikey. But there's a twinkle in his eye that makes Mikey nervous.

"Wait a min-"

"I thought you'd never notice," Sanzu laughs from the other end of the table and Mikey's skin chills.

What?

"What?" He zones out. Something in his voice must get the others attention because the room goes quiet.

"That's not...the news?" Ran squints at him, his chair making a thudding sound as he settles onto all four legs.

Mikey swallows around a ball of spit that seems to be stuck in the back of his throat. Pregnant.

No- she can't be- she- but- but the crying...and the sensitive breasts. the cravings.

"I was going to say I'm getting married," he says, hollowly.

"Oh shit," Sanzu breathes.

"Fuck, Mikey."

"I thought it was obvi-" Kokonoi shrugs.

"She agreed to marry you?" Ran interjects. "Without-" he pauses to glance around the room quickly and then lowers his voice as he finishes his question "-putting up a fight?"

That gets the rooms attention.

"What the fuck kinda question is that?" Kakucho frowns. "She's in love with him."

That seems to throw Ran for a loop. His eyes narrow on Mikey who's still stupified by the realization that he might become a father and husband in the same breath.

"Maybe there is hope for me," Ran says.

Sanzu snaps at him. "Are you implying Mikey doesn't deserve her?"

Ran splutters. "What? No- Why the fuck would I-"

"Just be quiet," Rindou sighs.

"You really think she's pregnant?" Mikey asks, interrupting their squabble.

"Yes," Koko nods.

"Absolutely,” Rindou agrees.

"Half a fucking cake Mikey...in a single sitting."

Mikey blanches. “She’s pregnant.”

Koko chuckles.

“She’s fucking pregnant,” he repeats. There’s a note of distress in his tone. “With a baby. A child!?”

Kakucho gives him a knowing look. “Congratulations, Manjiro.”

Sanzu, who has been uncharacteristically quiet stands. “This means she can’t say no to a protection detail anymore.”

Mikey’s brain stutters. Protection. Because shes pregnant with your child and about to become your wife. She’s singlehandedly the most important person to Bonten. And to him.

“Oh fuck.”

Rindou shakes his head. “We need to start personally vetting Bonten members now.”

“Why did it take a child and a marriage to convince you of that and not the two times we’ve been double crossed?” Kakucho questions.

“Do you want to deal with a Mikey whose wife and child are hurt or murdered?”

The room falls quiet as all eyes fall to Kokonoi. A heavy tension settles on Mikey’s shoulders. He’s having a child. Maybe. And getting married. Definitely.

And he runs one of the most dangerous organizations in the world. With over a hundred thousand employees worldwide. And stakes in every major and even some minor pies, in every industry.

He’s not sure of much except his own success and frankly, inhuman work ethic. But as the realization that his life is changing. Developing into something better, something more. He’s sure that if anything ever happens to you or his unborn child…he would unravel.

They are sent 12 years before their first year in UA and while scared of changing the timeline in the end choose to take the risk.

Izuku is full on murder AFO with total support of his friends.

Ochako wants to save Himiko and Shoto wants to save his brother.

They gain all might trust and with help of an full feral Deku beat the shit out of AFO, Izuku makes sure that he is dead ( all might is slightly concerned about the brutality but he remembers how much pain and sorrow deku have in his eyes when he met him)

Meanwhile Shoto and Uravity hunt the doctor down.

Now the next part is tearing down the hero commission, stop the revolutionary army and start to change society a step at a time.

All might and UA knows the secret and are on board of changing hero society.

The trio act as vigilants working underground.

Izuku takes care of Tenko the best he can as his work/investigation consume a lot of his time. The guilt of not saving the shimura family and the fear of failing again push him beyond his limits. Ochako and Shoto help him but the image of Katsuki and Toshinori's dead body haunts him.

Tenko is the one that pushes him to take care of himself after the boy has a meltdown destroying the safe house.

If Izuku can't take care of himself then how can he take care of Tenko?

So Izuku starts truly healing at the same time that Tenko does.

Until a dangerous mission obligates Izuku to left Tenko (12 years old) under Inko Midoriya care.

He presents himself as a distant familiar, promises to send money and leaves the boy in the kind hands of inko, who just asks for him to send comunicate as much as he can (She knows it is him, what mother won't recognize her son? She worries the double but promises herself to trust him, this time when he asks if he can be a hero she says he would be the best)

He calls and texts when he can.

By luck Ochako finds Himiko (8 years old) she threatens the Togas to stop abusing their daughter and promises the little girl to give her blood constantly.

She visits occasionally to check everything is okay, Himiko is ignored but not physically abused, she looks happy and that is enough for now.

One day Himiko (12 years old) calls her to tell her she ran away and got lost but a good man found her and let her stay in his home.

Uraraka runs ready to send someone to the stratosphere and finds Jin Bubaigawara cooking with tears faced but happy Himiko.

Himiko wants to live with him, Ochako accepts and helps him to get mental health support and a stable job (her parents are always willing to give second chances and if they give him bentos full of her favorites to give when she drops by to check, well they ignore the envelopes full of money she can do the same)

Shoto with dyed hair (literally) beats reason in Enji head, only using his ice he pretends to be distant family of Rei.

He gets called uncle and promises to help Touya become a hero better than his dad.

After his own birth happens, he is most observant and does his best to be at home.

Now the plot twist is that the villains after certain time recover memories of the past/alternative timeline.

They gain more and more with the past of the years.

Tenko got his full memory back after the first month with the Midoriyas (he may have shoved baby Izuku out of the swing)

Himiko got her back the day that she ran away.

Touya when Shoto was three years old.

Tenko decides to become a lawyer with a focus in corruption, he also chooses to get a permit to use his quirk to help in case of disaster (he just wanted an excuse in case he needs to tear a bitch)

Himiko decides to become a nurse, focusing on blood transfusion in both civilian and hero areas.

Touya decides to be a Hero out of spite and stubbornness (and guilt, so much guilt)

Jin got his memory back when he met Himiko, he wants to give her everything (later he works in an orphanage and feels complete)

After Tenko passes his denial stage he and himi become two little shits, they make a masterful plan to seduce the now older heroes that start the moment they are legal (himiko a little bit early because she can't wait anymore)

Hilarious for them, torture for our hero duo.

Izuku and Ochako drink a lot discussing their respective ex villain.

Did they are hallucinating? Paranoic?.

The villain duo are possessive, jealous, protective and in short, Yanderish.

Shoto is just listening debating if he should tell them that Touya is acting similarly.

(Touya just doesn't know how to be a Big brother, he is not creepy just very intense)

He threatened to burn the dick of one of Fuyumi admirers and beat the shit of one of Natsuo bullies.

He melted the camera of the paparazzi harassing his mother.

He insults Endeavor at every chance he gets but will (Metaphorically)

roast any one that does.

All this is worse with both Shotos.

The hero duo think the ex villains are just clinging to the first positive experience they have, is a silly crush that will go away with time. While the villain duo are buying the sluttiest clothes.

They want to be railed(and loved) by the ones that never stopped trying to save them.

Buff Top Izuku and

Buff Top Ochako, absolute bi disasters and total Simps they can't help it.

On the nights Din is out for a hunt, you always make sure to keep your comm lying next to you. Sure, it’s there for emergencies, but what you really look forward to is the chance Din will give his brief reports on his longer missions. He says he only does them to keep your nerves at bay, but you suspect it’s just as therapeutic for him as it is for you. It’s kinda sweet really. He doesn’t have to do it. You know what kind of lifestyle you were signing up with when it came to Mando and the kid. In fact, he didn’t do any small broadcasts at first. But the closer the two of you became, these lengthy separations became taxing on all of your mismatched clan.

Of course, he only updated you when it was safe to, usually chiming in at night and when he knows Grogu is asleep. Safe from prying ears as well as safe from your busy schedule with the little one. Din is still very much a private man when it comes to affection, and that extends to his calls. You don’t take it personally. That’s Din. And he always makes up for it tenfold when he’s finally alone with you.

As you snuggle up in your shared cot, trying to match the warmth of when he shares it with you and failing, you can’t help but stare at the comm. It’s been a couple of nights since you’ve heard anything from Din. These past nights you’ve resorted to talking to your comm about your day and what you still need to do as if you pressed speak, as if Din was listening. Before you end your “call,” you say your silent prayer for a safe return to whoever might be listening and fall asleep.

But tonight, before you get the chance to start your pity routine, your comm answers back.

“Hey ner kar’ta. Get into any trouble while I’ve been gone?”

You gasp at the sudden intrusion of your calm atmosphere but immediately replace it with a sigh of content. If you had the moment to process your reaction, you would marvel at your comfort in one of the most terrifying timbres of the galaxy. Din may spark fear in his bounties, but all of his vocal edges are removed for the ones he seeks the most. You compose yourself before you playfully snark back.

“Nothing but the regular trouble, I suppose. How about you?”

You hear a faint chuckle on his end. Maker. The gesture alone almost warms your lonely cot.

“Nothing but the regular,” he repeats back to you.

“Good.”

It’s after your initial greetings that the two of you bask in each other’s shared silence. It’s become a sort of love language you share. It’s odd. And yet, it’s home. It’s the willingness to lay bare everything and nothing while needlessly saying I share it all with you. And with a less than verbal lover, it gets practiced more often than not. But on nights like these, it’s surprisingly Din who tends to break the silence, knowing he’ll get to hear more of your voice.

“Those sandwiches you made have been a real lifesaver this trip. I’ve never been more hungry,” he emphasizes the final bit. The dog. You know exactly that he’s trying to get a rise out of you, but you also notice that he’s showing his cards, too, desperate to hear something.

You draw out your words carefully and slowly but continue to avoid drawing any attention to yourself. “Hmmmmmm. Well, I guess for some simple motivation, I was planning on making soup for when you get back but… that was supposed to be a secret… between me and the kid.”

You hear a slight harumph from his side, and you enjoy your tiny reward for winning that round. Din, however, immediately switches his manners toward Grogu as if he hadn’t given him thought. Even though Din always has his concerns for you, he has a special reserve for his son, always looking out for him.

“How is he?”

“Grogu? He’s doing fine, just misses his daddy. He’s been getting a little ancy lately. By the time you come back, I don’t think I’ll be able to get him to bed.”

Din sighs. “Well, the schedule took a detour for a while, but I’ve tried to make up time. I’m sorry I can’t -“

You interrupt his oncoming self-deprecating comments and reel him back in. “Don’t ever feel like you need to rush things, Din. I just need you back safely into these warm arms of mine you tell me you love so much.”

This time the chuckle is clearly audible through the comm, and then his voice gets low. “And when was that?”

You give a big toothy grin and twist your blanket with your fingers. “Ohhh, about around the same night you whispered the same to my thighs.” Now, you were officially pushing it. You can’t beat around the bush forever.

And he gives in, too.

“Have you been touching yourself?”

“No. You?”

“Thought about it. But no. Shit mesh’la, some nights out here… it’s all I can think.”

“And what big thinking does a strong mandalorian like yourself do when a mission cockblocks you? What do you think of me, Din? What do you do to me in your mind?” Your voice trails softer and deeper.

“Shit, if you keep going on like that…”

“Like what?” you ask innocently. “We agreed that if we swore off touching ourselves while you’re away, we would enhance our releases upon your return. I’m only doing what is required, building up that sweet. sweet. pressure.”

You can pick up Din’s breathing on the comm now.

“So tell me Din, what are you gonna do to me when you come home?”

And then he makes a noise you don’t believe you’ve ever roused out of him. It almost comes to a cross between a snarl and a sigh. Whatever he is going through on this hunt, it must’ve driven his emotions up on high.

“As soon as I close the hangar and load the bounty, I’m getting you on all fours in that cozy cot of ours, and I’m gonna rut into that pretty warm pussy of yours until you can only slur my name.”

Damn. That’s rough, even for Din. You don’t even know where that threat begins and where the treat ends. Even in Din’s rough promises, his “threats” are always sweetened like honey to keep his harsh reputation away from his more intimate interactions. What he really means is, I’ll make sweet love to you in multiple rounds but from behind as to make it seem rough. Buckle up.

And it sounds perfect. The exact stress reliever the two of you need after going days without tag teaming your chores. You can already feel the heat lowering to your core just imagining it.

“Come back to me without a scratch and you can do whatever you want to me…I’ll be waiting in the cot. Good luck tomorrow, Din.”

“Vor entye, ner kar’ta. Dream of me.”

-

When Din finally comes back from his hunt two days later, he groans alongside the janky hydraulics of the hatch closing up. It’s been a long trip, and he knows it’s later than he had previously hoped to return, so the quiet atmosphere throughout the ship is actually a good sign. Din makes silent efforts hoisting the stiff in the carbonite freezer as to not wake the little one up and destroy your unmistakable hard work to putting the gremlin to sleep. He makes a mental note to spend extra time with Grogu in the morning for your sake.

Right now though, all of his focus is on you.

But he’s stinker than a bantha and as hungry as a rancor! So, to prevent any other distractions throughout the night, he beelines to the fresher, strips away armor and any lingering dirty remnants of his hunts, and washes himself down to a speedy science. When he’s finished, he doesn’t even bother putting on clothes.The ground safety protocols are on. It’s not like anyone outside his clan is gonna see him. Before his naked insecurities get the best of him, he locates the leftover “welcome back” soup in the hull and scarfs it down, wiping away whatever drips from his mouth.

Finally.

With a sigh of relief (and a now burning passion deep in his belly), he tiptoes to your quarters where he knows you're waiting. He opens the door, and -

You're asleep.

Your tranquil breaths permeate the small space and ring like a curse into Din’s ear. He knows it’s not your fault. He was out late. And judging by the clean interior and peaceful kid, you’ve worked hard, too.

But dank ferrick did he need some release.

With a change of plans, he slowly straddles himself over your legs, a knee on each side, and carefully closes the door behind him. Thankfully you kept the bunk’s light on so he can study your soft face like an artist’s precision while he strokes himself.

He couldn’t craft this beautiful picture if he tried. You decided before going to bed to wear his used oversized night shirt to keep his scent close to help yourself fall asleep. And nothing else. Din muses to himself how obedient you are, how kind you are, how he never deserves you yet craves you all the same. He gets so close to the edge that it takes your third call of his name to snap out of his daze.

“Din?” You barely ring above a whisper, sleep still keeping its tight hold on you. Your vision is still a bit blurry as your eyebrows knit together.

He slows down even as it pains him to do so, not wanting to jostle you any further. “Mesh’la,” Din rasps. “I’m sorry, I - couldn’t - I didn’t mean to -”

“‘s m’kay.” You rub an eye and slowly but surely smooth his leg. “You’re back and that’s all that -”. You yawn.

“Go back to sleep ner kar’ta.” Din gently trails your face.

“No. I shh wanna help.”

“You can help me in the morning. Now, go back to sleep.”

You frown. “Nah we’ve waited long, use ma thigh beaut-ful boy.” You close your eyes and smuggly grin at him as you burrow the side of your head back into the pillow.

Din stares at your unwavering expression for a few beats, just letting both of your breaths mingle in the silence before making any moves toward your thigh. As he lowers himself closer on top of you, he reaches out for your hand. It isn’t until you squeeze back when he starts to move.

Din groans. “I’ve missed this warmth. Missed you.”

You still keep your eyes closed, the weight of your lids still being too much to bear. You reply softly. “Missed you, too.”

“At sunrise,” Din pauses as his tip glides perfectly over the velvety skin of your thigh, “I’m fucking you just - just how you like it.”

You giggle. “Can’t wait.”

Din skips the niceties and focuses on catching up with his high he’d set before. He braces the wall of the bunk with his other hand as he frantically thrusts his cock against your thigh. Even in your sleepy state, you can feel just when you need to speak to send him over the edge.

“Din, come for me, sweet boy.”

Almost instantly, he empties at the confidence in your hushed voice, coating your belly and whatever dry patches of thigh remain with his spend. And like the flip of a switch of his release, his exhaustion finally caught up with himself. Din collapses into your chest and wraps his arms around you, his home. He figures in his final streams of consciousness he’ll clean up after your proper reunion later. He whispers into your skin his send off.

“Goodnight, Din.”

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