RaSta 03 [Pacific Rim, Raleigh/Stacker]
Title: RaSta
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Pacific Rim
Pairing: Raleigh Becket/Stacker Pentecost
Genre: action, romance, mpreg
He trailed Yancy through the hallways, ignoring the sense of being a Pomeranian following a golden retriever. He wasn't scuttling after Yancy. He was walking like a normal person while Yancy teasingly kept himself ahead.
On reach the mess hall doors, Yancy finally paused to let him catch up. They went in side-by-side, a solid wall in the face of staring eyes and gossip.
Raleigh liked being famous more than he hated all the attention. He didn't enjoy being ogled by strangers, but it was part of being a Jaeger pilot. People were interested in the things he did.
Which didn't mean he wasn't grateful for Yancy's presence at his side. He could feel the strength that Yancy provided just by being there for him.
He followed Yancy to the chow line, picking up a tray as they passed the stack. "The food looks pretty good."
Yancy grinned at him. "Better than the slop they tried feeding us a couple years ago. Pentecost really put the fear into whoever hires the cooks nowadays." He winked.
Raleigh's ears burned at even the mention of Stacker. "Come on. No."
"All right, all right," Yancy said. "As you're struggling with your manly angst, I won't bring up anything that might hurt your tender feelings. I would not want you to be visited by the ghost of melancholy wishes when you should be focused on regaining your strength of will to fight on."
"Thanks. I think." There were times when Raleigh thought Yancy had taken his interest in Victorian history too far. It led to some strange and confusing conversations.
"Why couldn't you have studied World War II like a normal person?" he murmured.
"What was that?" Yancy asked.
"Nothing." Raleigh focused on the woman serving food behind the counter. He tried a charming smile. "Can I get some of that chicken stuff?"
She ladled two scoops of the "chicken stuff" onto his tray along with some garlic roasted fingerling potatoes, verdant green beans, and a buttermilk roll. The look she gave him was nearly coy, younger than her physical age. "I'd give you anything you'd like."
She was an attractive woman a handful of years younger than his mother had been. There was something about her that reminded him of the old days, of the circle of tough women that had formed around his mother. Those women that he had happily called his aunts had helped take care of him and his siblings after Mother had died.
It felt good to flirt a little. He could tell that she wasn't serious about it, wouldn't expect more than he was willing to give. It was just nice to make her smile and laugh.
There had been far too little happiness in the world since Trespasser's attack. Everyone smiled and laughed and pretended as hard as they could, but it was a brittle joy. Too many people had died and too much tragedy had struck the world. Everyone had lost someone.
So to set a smile shining on this woman's face--"Call me Peg. Everyone else does."--it felt good.
"I saw the fight with Yamarashi. You boys have done your uniforms proud."
"It's all thanks to Gipsy Danger. She's seen us through whatever we've come up against. She's a real lady," he said.
"I've heard that it's not just the quality of the Jaeger that brings victory. It's the quality of the pilots."
"Stop, you're going to make me blush." He grinned. "If it wasn't for people like you, I wouldn't have so much to fight for. I'd do anything for a pretty lady."
He startled at the sound of the deep voice that came from behind him, "Is that so, Mr. Becket?"
Raleigh fought to keep his smile looking real when he turned to face Stacker Pentecost. "For a lovely lady that can cook? Sure. I'd fight a kaiju for her."
Peg laughed. "Flatterer." She none-too-subtly slipped a fudge brownie onto his tray. "Get out of here. You're holding up the line."
"Thank you," he said, raising his tray to her.
"And thank you right back, cutie," she said. "Keep protecting us from the kaiju, and I promise to keep serving you good food. You need it to build all that muscle."
He gave her a last flirty smile before following Stacker when the man said, "Come with me, Mr. Becket."
Raleigh had a sinking feeling in his gut. He could only be relieved when a silent Yancy followed him to the out-of-the-way table Stacker took him to. He felt like he needed all of the support he could get.
TBC...
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Pacific Rim
Pairing: Raleigh Becket/Stacker Pentecost
Genre: action, romance, mpreg
He trailed Yancy through the hallways, ignoring the sense of being a Pomeranian following a golden retriever. He wasn't scuttling after Yancy. He was walking like a normal person while Yancy teasingly kept himself ahead.
On reach the mess hall doors, Yancy finally paused to let him catch up. They went in side-by-side, a solid wall in the face of staring eyes and gossip.
Raleigh liked being famous more than he hated all the attention. He didn't enjoy being ogled by strangers, but it was part of being a Jaeger pilot. People were interested in the things he did.
Which didn't mean he wasn't grateful for Yancy's presence at his side. He could feel the strength that Yancy provided just by being there for him.
He followed Yancy to the chow line, picking up a tray as they passed the stack. "The food looks pretty good."
Yancy grinned at him. "Better than the slop they tried feeding us a couple years ago. Pentecost really put the fear into whoever hires the cooks nowadays." He winked.
Raleigh's ears burned at even the mention of Stacker. "Come on. No."
"All right, all right," Yancy said. "As you're struggling with your manly angst, I won't bring up anything that might hurt your tender feelings. I would not want you to be visited by the ghost of melancholy wishes when you should be focused on regaining your strength of will to fight on."
"Thanks. I think." There were times when Raleigh thought Yancy had taken his interest in Victorian history too far. It led to some strange and confusing conversations.
"Why couldn't you have studied World War II like a normal person?" he murmured.
"What was that?" Yancy asked.
"Nothing." Raleigh focused on the woman serving food behind the counter. He tried a charming smile. "Can I get some of that chicken stuff?"
She ladled two scoops of the "chicken stuff" onto his tray along with some garlic roasted fingerling potatoes, verdant green beans, and a buttermilk roll. The look she gave him was nearly coy, younger than her physical age. "I'd give you anything you'd like."
She was an attractive woman a handful of years younger than his mother had been. There was something about her that reminded him of the old days, of the circle of tough women that had formed around his mother. Those women that he had happily called his aunts had helped take care of him and his siblings after Mother had died.
It felt good to flirt a little. He could tell that she wasn't serious about it, wouldn't expect more than he was willing to give. It was just nice to make her smile and laugh.
There had been far too little happiness in the world since Trespasser's attack. Everyone smiled and laughed and pretended as hard as they could, but it was a brittle joy. Too many people had died and too much tragedy had struck the world. Everyone had lost someone.
So to set a smile shining on this woman's face--"Call me Peg. Everyone else does."--it felt good.
"I saw the fight with Yamarashi. You boys have done your uniforms proud."
"It's all thanks to Gipsy Danger. She's seen us through whatever we've come up against. She's a real lady," he said.
"I've heard that it's not just the quality of the Jaeger that brings victory. It's the quality of the pilots."
"Stop, you're going to make me blush." He grinned. "If it wasn't for people like you, I wouldn't have so much to fight for. I'd do anything for a pretty lady."
He startled at the sound of the deep voice that came from behind him, "Is that so, Mr. Becket?"
Raleigh fought to keep his smile looking real when he turned to face Stacker Pentecost. "For a lovely lady that can cook? Sure. I'd fight a kaiju for her."
Peg laughed. "Flatterer." She none-too-subtly slipped a fudge brownie onto his tray. "Get out of here. You're holding up the line."
"Thank you," he said, raising his tray to her.
"And thank you right back, cutie," she said. "Keep protecting us from the kaiju, and I promise to keep serving you good food. You need it to build all that muscle."
He gave her a last flirty smile before following Stacker when the man said, "Come with me, Mr. Becket."
Raleigh had a sinking feeling in his gut. He could only be relieved when a silent Yancy followed him to the out-of-the-way table Stacker took him to. He felt like he needed all of the support he could get.
TBC...