GK, Halloween, 1/1, PG, Brad/girl!Nate/girl!Ray, bb!Walt, 1,058
Title: Halloween
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x girl!Nate Fick x girl!Ray Person, bb!Walt Hasser
Warning(s): AU, genderswap, domestic
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): For kari_hermione, inspired by this picture.
Word Count: 1,058
Rants: Basically, Brad is in polyamorous relationship with girl!Nate and girl!Ray. Walt is the baby he has with Nate.
Summary: It’s Walt’s first real Halloween. He’s a shark, it only makes sense to take him to the beach.
Disclaimer: I do not own Generation Kill. This was written purely for fun, based off of the fictionalized portrayal of the actual people. No disrespect or harm was intended.
It’s Halloween. They should be getting ready to go out with friends, family, to celebrate another year by dressing slutty, getting drunk and pigging out on candy. They’re not, though. Rae’s not. She’s on the beach, holding Natalie’s hand and trailing after an overly enthusiastic Walt and Brad.
Walt, who totters along excitedly, bouncing with every step as he stumbles barefoot in the sand. The shark costume is bulky, but Walt doesn’t seem to mind any. He flaps his arms excitedly, a bubbling laughter escaping him and zigzags around the beach. When he stumbles, Brad is there to catch him, helping him back up onto his feet and Walt is off again as soon as he’s on mostly stable ground.
“Do you think we should be heading home soon?” Natalie asks, watching Brad and Walt fondly, swinging her and Rae’s hands back and forth between them. She’s smiling beatifically, and Rae has missed this Natalie, who isn’t stressed and overworked and exhausted from being a mother to not just Walt, but Brad and Rae sometimes, too. It’s a good look on her.
Rae looks over at where Brad is scooping Walt up when he gets too close to the water, tossing him up in the air and catching him again. She smiles when Walt squeals, squeezing Natalie’s hand in her own without really thinking about it. “Nah, homes. Give ‘em a few.”
“Hold this,” Brad says, tromping across the sand back to them. He passes Walt to Natalie, smiling when Walt squirms, trying to turn towards Brad again and makes grabby hands. Brad tugs his tee shirt up and off and drapes it over Rae’s shoulders, using it as a hook to draw her in for a quick kiss.
She laughs, startled, punching his chest and shoving him away. “Get away from me, you Hebrew mother - “
“Rae!” Natalie admonishes, sending her a dark look. She pulls Walt closer to her chest, pressing her hand to the top of Walt’s head softly. It just makes him make a frustrated sound and squirm harder. “Language!”
“ - trucker?” Rae says, smiling innocently. It doesn’t ease the annoyed looks Brad and Natalie are sending her, and she rolls her eyes. “Kid’s bound to hear the words eventually.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean he needs to be repeating them,” Brad replies. He takes Walt back from Natalie, stooping down to press a kiss to her lips as well. “We’re going to go play in the waves.” When Natalie opens her mouth to object, Brad shifts Walt in his arms and presses a finger to her lips. “I won’t drop him. He won’t get wet. He’s a shark. He needs to be near the water. Right, buddy?”
“Go!” Walt says, pointing a pudgy little finger towards the water. He curls one hand around Brad’s dogtags, just holding on to them. He gives Brad a look of determination, flapping one arm in the general direction of the water. “Rawr!”
“Sharks don’t say rawr,” Brad says, but he’s already tromping off back towards the water. He wades in about knee deep, holding Walt to his chest and lets the waves knock against him. His back is turned to them, and whatever he says is dulled by distance and the gentle lapping of the waves.
“Is it bad if I still wake up sometimes and think ‘holy shit, I passed a tiny human being through my vagina’?” Natalie asks. She smooths down her sundress, taking a quick second to adjust her swim top and cleavage before she’s looping her elbow through Rae’s and dragging her close.
Rae lets herself be manhandled, making a humming sound in agreement. “There’s a betting pool on whether you or Brad will snap first,” Rae says, even though it’s not a real answer. She smiles as Brad tips forward, holding Walt over the water and Walt starts to flail even though he’s nowhere near actually touching it. “Though, judging by this, I’d say Brad has already cracked.”
“It kind of does things to me,” Natalie admits sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck and flashing Rae a secretive grin. “I mean, I have no intention of going through the whole pregnancy thing again. I don’t think Brad could handle that. But I could definitely go for practicing right about now.”
Tilting her head to the side, Rae looks from Natalie, to Brad and Walt, back to Natalie. “I guess,” Rae says, glancing back out at Brad, biting her lip. She watches him move, his back shadowing as the sun sets but she can still make out the lines of his tattoos, would know them by heart even in the dark, watches the pull of muscles and the easy, gentle manner he handles Walt. “I could defiantly go for some practicing right about now, too.”
Natalie laughs, and it’s a wonderful sound, one that makes Rae’s toes curl into the sand and a smile form on her lips without a second thought. “You still want to give them a few minutes?” She asks, turning her attention back out towards their boys.
The obvious answer is no, not really. If Rae can’t dress like a slut and get wasted on Halloween then she at least wants to be fucked into tomorrow as a consolation anyway. She can hear Walt laughing though, shrill and happy as he flops around in Brad’s arms, and the lower rumble of Brad’s voice carries towards them as well.
As much as Rae always wants to keep Brad and Natalie to herself, Walt has just as much right to make memories with them as she does. Even if he won’t remember this in a few weeks or months, will only have a few pictures snapped on cellphones to prove to and remind him of his sharky adorableness later. But Walt is happy now, is happy with Brad, and he isn’t dead or hate them like they all thought he would be by the time he was this age.
Rae just blinks slowly, wiping at her eyes when the sun starts to burn them. “Natalie, how the fuck did we become parents?” she asks, completely awed, and Natalie’s only answer is to laugh, drag Rae in close and kiss her. Rae knows Natalie still asks herself the same damn thing, and Rae’s just really glad she’s not the only one.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x girl!Nate Fick x girl!Ray Person, bb!Walt Hasser
Warning(s): AU, genderswap, domestic
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): For kari_hermione, inspired by this picture.
Word Count: 1,058
Rants: Basically, Brad is in polyamorous relationship with girl!Nate and girl!Ray. Walt is the baby he has with Nate.
Summary: It’s Walt’s first real Halloween. He’s a shark, it only makes sense to take him to the beach.
Disclaimer: I do not own Generation Kill. This was written purely for fun, based off of the fictionalized portrayal of the actual people. No disrespect or harm was intended.
It’s Halloween. They should be getting ready to go out with friends, family, to celebrate another year by dressing slutty, getting drunk and pigging out on candy. They’re not, though. Rae’s not. She’s on the beach, holding Natalie’s hand and trailing after an overly enthusiastic Walt and Brad.
Walt, who totters along excitedly, bouncing with every step as he stumbles barefoot in the sand. The shark costume is bulky, but Walt doesn’t seem to mind any. He flaps his arms excitedly, a bubbling laughter escaping him and zigzags around the beach. When he stumbles, Brad is there to catch him, helping him back up onto his feet and Walt is off again as soon as he’s on mostly stable ground.
“Do you think we should be heading home soon?” Natalie asks, watching Brad and Walt fondly, swinging her and Rae’s hands back and forth between them. She’s smiling beatifically, and Rae has missed this Natalie, who isn’t stressed and overworked and exhausted from being a mother to not just Walt, but Brad and Rae sometimes, too. It’s a good look on her.
Rae looks over at where Brad is scooping Walt up when he gets too close to the water, tossing him up in the air and catching him again. She smiles when Walt squeals, squeezing Natalie’s hand in her own without really thinking about it. “Nah, homes. Give ‘em a few.”
“Hold this,” Brad says, tromping across the sand back to them. He passes Walt to Natalie, smiling when Walt squirms, trying to turn towards Brad again and makes grabby hands. Brad tugs his tee shirt up and off and drapes it over Rae’s shoulders, using it as a hook to draw her in for a quick kiss.
She laughs, startled, punching his chest and shoving him away. “Get away from me, you Hebrew mother - “
“Rae!” Natalie admonishes, sending her a dark look. She pulls Walt closer to her chest, pressing her hand to the top of Walt’s head softly. It just makes him make a frustrated sound and squirm harder. “Language!”
“ - trucker?” Rae says, smiling innocently. It doesn’t ease the annoyed looks Brad and Natalie are sending her, and she rolls her eyes. “Kid’s bound to hear the words eventually.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean he needs to be repeating them,” Brad replies. He takes Walt back from Natalie, stooping down to press a kiss to her lips as well. “We’re going to go play in the waves.” When Natalie opens her mouth to object, Brad shifts Walt in his arms and presses a finger to her lips. “I won’t drop him. He won’t get wet. He’s a shark. He needs to be near the water. Right, buddy?”
“Go!” Walt says, pointing a pudgy little finger towards the water. He curls one hand around Brad’s dogtags, just holding on to them. He gives Brad a look of determination, flapping one arm in the general direction of the water. “Rawr!”
“Sharks don’t say rawr,” Brad says, but he’s already tromping off back towards the water. He wades in about knee deep, holding Walt to his chest and lets the waves knock against him. His back is turned to them, and whatever he says is dulled by distance and the gentle lapping of the waves.
“Is it bad if I still wake up sometimes and think ‘holy shit, I passed a tiny human being through my vagina’?” Natalie asks. She smooths down her sundress, taking a quick second to adjust her swim top and cleavage before she’s looping her elbow through Rae’s and dragging her close.
Rae lets herself be manhandled, making a humming sound in agreement. “There’s a betting pool on whether you or Brad will snap first,” Rae says, even though it’s not a real answer. She smiles as Brad tips forward, holding Walt over the water and Walt starts to flail even though he’s nowhere near actually touching it. “Though, judging by this, I’d say Brad has already cracked.”
“It kind of does things to me,” Natalie admits sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck and flashing Rae a secretive grin. “I mean, I have no intention of going through the whole pregnancy thing again. I don’t think Brad could handle that. But I could definitely go for practicing right about now.”
Tilting her head to the side, Rae looks from Natalie, to Brad and Walt, back to Natalie. “I guess,” Rae says, glancing back out at Brad, biting her lip. She watches him move, his back shadowing as the sun sets but she can still make out the lines of his tattoos, would know them by heart even in the dark, watches the pull of muscles and the easy, gentle manner he handles Walt. “I could defiantly go for some practicing right about now, too.”
Natalie laughs, and it’s a wonderful sound, one that makes Rae’s toes curl into the sand and a smile form on her lips without a second thought. “You still want to give them a few minutes?” She asks, turning her attention back out towards their boys.
The obvious answer is no, not really. If Rae can’t dress like a slut and get wasted on Halloween then she at least wants to be fucked into tomorrow as a consolation anyway. She can hear Walt laughing though, shrill and happy as he flops around in Brad’s arms, and the lower rumble of Brad’s voice carries towards them as well.
As much as Rae always wants to keep Brad and Natalie to herself, Walt has just as much right to make memories with them as she does. Even if he won’t remember this in a few weeks or months, will only have a few pictures snapped on cellphones to prove to and remind him of his sharky adorableness later. But Walt is happy now, is happy with Brad, and he isn’t dead or hate them like they all thought he would be by the time he was this age.
Rae just blinks slowly, wiping at her eyes when the sun starts to burn them. “Natalie, how the fuck did we become parents?” she asks, completely awed, and Natalie’s only answer is to laugh, drag Rae in close and kiss her. Rae knows Natalie still asks herself the same damn thing, and Rae’s just really glad she’s not the only one.