Going on your honeymoon

“Winged Heart ID: 341801 you have clearance to go to past orbit, sorry for the wait but RealDreams shipments have priority,” the cheerful voice of a dutiful Amity Blight from Owl House. “Have a nice day.”

“Thank you tower 452, moving to Doom Slayer Waypoint,” Hera Syndulla replied as she moved the Normandy Class ship out of her position and made her way through traffic flowing through one of the main flight corridors out of Prime Earth.

“Dooom Slayer,” Sabine half laughed extended the ‘ooo’ in a mockingly spooky tone. “Little on the nose isn’t it? Where do they come up with these names? At least it's not something like Great Gazoo Point.” Suddenly heavy metal noises blared through the cockpit speakers.

“What’s going on!” Sabine screamed as her ear drums were ravaged by the musical attack.

“Winged Heart ID: 341801, you were still broadcasting and some Doom Cultists were listening, recommend getting moving,” Amity Blight helpfully chimed in. “Doom Glider please desist with your transmission before we have to…” Hera reached over and closed the channel.

“Some people are so sensitive,” Hera scolded lightly. Hera readjusted the controls to get the ship back on track.

“Someone took the name of Doom Slayer in vain,” you sing-sang while leaning against the door frame. Sabine looked back at you while Hera kept her eyes forward. Sabine gave you an unimpressed look as you stood there in flip-flops, swimming trunks, and a towel around your neck.

“It’s a dumb name, anyone with Doom in their name isn’t going to last long,” Sabine replied.

“Doom Slayer is a earned title, the guy went to his universes’ literal hell to kill demons trying to invade his world and then stayed there for I think hundreds of years growing deadlier with each kill or something,” you explained as you walked up to the pilot’s seat to look out the window at the other ships nearby. “I only know a few things I learned passively over the years.”

“Very interesting,” Hera said dryly while navigating around a space casino. You note that you should try to visit that place after your honeymoon. “Well James, not that’s not nice seeing you but why are you in my cockpit?”

“Well I wanted to know if we had left orbit but I can see that,” you explain while sipping a Jack and Coke. “Katara and Shampoo finished making lunch and we’re planning on taking it poolside if either of you want to join us. Marinette or Mirajane could bring you some here if you prefer.”

“Thanks for the offer but we’re going to be a bit busy for awhile,” Sabine said as you notice her pressing a few things on her screens to look busy.

“Okay, just get on the com when you want food, they’ll keep it warm for you,” you say as you leave the cockpit, leaving the door open. Walking away you hear Sabine whisper to Hera, “there’s a pool? Did you know about that?”

“They didn’t bite?” Mirajane asked from behind the primary bar of this deck.

“Nope, they are a little busy piloting the ship but they might come around later,” you said as you held out your empty glass. She walked out from behind the bar and refilled your glass with more Jack and Coke. You looked over her uniform with an appraising eye and you grinned, definitely liking Don Hanover’s choice in outfits.

Mirajane was wearing a thin, backless version of a flight attendant mini-dress with a thick belt around her waist. She had a little hat where her front ponytail would be and a scarf around her neck where her collar would have been. Due to going to another universe and one that wasn’t really watched/controlled by Prime World, having slaves with obvious collars isn’t really wise. Your harem has swapped them out for cuter chokers, scarfs, or necklaces.

As Mirajane walked back towards the bar, you caught a slight buzzing sound. Taking a sharper look at Mirajane and how she walked, you grin a bit, “Enjoying the new bullet vibs?” Mirajane froze upright and looked back at you with a horrified expression.

“Y-you can hear that?” She shifted a bit like she was hoping that it would hide the buzzing.

“Relax, we’ve fucked before, whats a vibrator or two between fuck buddies,” you laughed a bit. You gave what you hope was an encouraging smile which she returned. You were hoping that it wouldn’t discourage Mirajane from using vibrators semi-publicly in the future. “Say, why don’t you change out of your uniform and join us for a swim?”

“S-sure, I could go for a swim,” Mirajane giggled a bit awkwardly as she hurried to get changed.

“You tease,” a familiar voice said from beside you. You turned around and planted a kiss on Aelita’s lips.

“Ah my cherry angel, always sneaking up on me,” you joked as you hugged her. She was wearing a cute dark purple one piece swimsuit and sandals. Her wedding band was on her ring finger, no collar or neckwear was needed on her neck.

“Sneaking nothing, you knew I was coming,” Aelita lightly smacked your chest jokingly. It was true, while you had been talking with Mirajane you had also been watching the little pool in the middle of the deck. Normally where the galaxy map was in a standard Normandy SR-2, was a small shallow pool. The deck had multiple configurations and settings that you could set that changed the layout. Before you had set the deck to pool mode, there had been a sofa filled depression with cushions and pillows. There were still various TVs so that everyone could watch from any angle.

Due to you keeping an eye on the pool, you saw Starfire, Ahsoka, Katara, and a few others getting in the pool just as it finished filling up with water. You had seen Aelita break off her conversation with Marinette and Shampoo and set aside a plate of stir fried vegetables and shrimp to come walk to you.

“You know I would have been over in just a moment,” you inform her.

“And you know that I can’t bear to be away from you for too long,” she replied as she got on her tiptoes to kiss you nose. She backed up and started to pull you along towards the pool. “Let’s get you a plate of food, Katara and Shampoo really out did themselves.”

“Well we can’t let their hard work go to waste can we,” you teased as you let her pull you along.