#I'm sorry if that Spanish part is incorrect. please tell me if it is. I'll correct it right away.

[allemantheias]

Parent triangle. Part 1.

Finding out and telling them.

{Part 1.} Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8 coming soon.

Alejandro/Rudy/original female character. Content: Love triangle, unplanned pregnancy, unprotected sex, light bdsm, oral/vaginal/anal sex/fingering, implied homophobia from OC's father. Word count: 2201 Read Parent triangle on AO3.

When an intern chef starts cooking on their base, Alejandro and Rudy both question their sexuality. They have been dating for many years, engaged even, but both get feelings for this young woman. Six years later, they get wasted and have sex with the three of them, not thinking about the consequences. Rudy is 34, Ale is 33 and OFC Lauren is 26. After 6 years with them, she knows a fair bit of Spanish. Spanish is translated and checked with two translators. I'm sorry if it's incorrect, please let me know, but I love it when works include a different language when characters are multilingual (as long as the translation is in the same paragraph or sentence). English is my second language.

"Ale, are you home at the moment?" I ask over the phone when he answers my call.

"Doll, we gave you the keys to our house for a reason, you don't have to ask permission to visit."

"I know, but I- need some company." I clench the plastic stick that I'm holding in my hand harder, my knuckles turning pale.

"Sí, I'm home. Rudy is still at work though."

"Okay, I'll be there in fifteen." I get up from the toilet and wash my hands. The stick gets thrown in my bag and I make my way over to my best friends' house. It's a ten-minute bicycle ride. An agonizing long ten minutes, which I use to think about the best way to tell him the bad news, and go over every bad scenario that could happen. Them getting mad is the end of every scenario I can envision. "Hola querido (Hi dear), how are you?" Alejandro greets me with a tight hug by his strong, muscular arms, squeezing the air out of my lungs. Typical Ale, he always does this to me. He lets go of me too soon and takes me with him to the kitchen.

"I'm okay." That's not completely true, but I'm not ready yet to tell him the truth.

"Me doy cuenta cuando mientes (I can tell when you are lying)." His hand cups my cheek, caressing my skin with his thumb. He sees right through me, knows me all too well. "What's bothering you, cariño (darling)?" He looks me in my eyes, tries to read me.

"I fucked up." Tears are forming behind my eyes, ready to fall. "I ruined our friendship."

"Pff yeah, like that's even possible." Alejandro scoffs, grabs two glasses from a cupboard and opens the fridge. "You need a drink."

"I can't!" I exclaim a bit louder than intended, in slight panic.

"You can't? We drank together last weekend. Why wouldn't you be able-?" He's starting to connect a few dots. Me, not able to drink alcohol, while I was here drinking cocktail after cocktail with him and Rodolfo three days ago. I'm afraid of his reaction when he finds out and I look outside, count the flowers in the garden. "Dos semanas (Two weeks).." That's it, he knows. Farewell to our six-year-long friendship! "No way.. a- are you pregnant?" He runs his hands through his hair. I rummage through my bag, grab the positive pregnancy test I took half an hour ago, before I called him, and place it on the counter. I accidentally look up at him, straight into his chocolate brown eyes. Is that a smile on his face? He's not mad at me? Alejandro grabs my face with both hands and pulls me closer, passionately kisses me. Being impatient as ever, he bites my lip, wanting more. I open my mouth and let his tongue start a fight with mine. He pushes my tongue away and I do the same to him.

It will always stay weird to kiss my best friend, who's in a relationship of twelve years with his former best friend, Rodolfo - now his fiancé. Even weirder because both of them are gay, with what they call homoflexible tendencies towards me. They never met another woman that awoke feelings in them. It took them a year, from when I started my internship as a chef at their military base, to finally confess to me that I was more than their best friend. I've made out with both men many times before, but we never did more than that, until two weekends ago. We got wasted on mixed drinks and ended up in bed with the three of us. It was an amazing night, but I never expected to get pregnant after. I don't even know how that could have happened when I'm on the pill. Maybe I forgot one, lost it after pushing it out of the blister and never noticed I didn't take it? I was feeling sick the past few days and when I threw up this morning, I knew I had to take a pregnancy test. It immediately came out positive.

"¡Esto es jodidamente increíble! (This is fucking amazing!)" Alejandro embraces me tightly again and lifts me up. "¡Te amo, carajo! (I fucking love you!)" My cheeks turn red and hot.

"What about Rudy? What if he doesn't want this?" Where I was on cloud nine a few seconds ago, this thought puts my feet back on the ground.

"No te preocupes, amor mío (Don't worry, my love)." He takes a glass bottle of fresh pear juice from the fridge and pours it into both glasses that were already on the cooking island. He gives me one and leads me to the living room. "Rudy will also love having a baby. We've talked about it."

"Why didn't I know about the both of you wanting kids?" I ask when I get comfortable on the couch.

"Because it came up a few months ago, we never made any actual plans outside of talking about if we wanted to adopt or look for a surrogate mother."

"I drank alcohol while I was already pregnant!" The thought hits me out of nowhere. What if I hurt our baby three days ago? Alcohol is bad while pregnant and I drank loads!

"Querido (dear), you didn't know yet. I'm sure our baby is fine." Alejandro holds my hands, rubbing the back with his thumbs.

"I'll ask my doctor tomorrow, just to be sure." For now it's too late. Only emergency calls are being taken by the assistants. I run my hands through my hair.

"Something else is bugging you." Alejandro looks at me worried and wraps his arms around me, pulls me against his body and doesn't let me go.

"I have to do so many things now. I need to make doctor's appointments, look for a gynaecologist, obstetrician, and other people that are necessary." I try to remember more things that I need to do in the first few weeks of being pregnant. "I need to buy prenatal vitamins too. There's so much I need to do, it's stressing me out and that's bad for the baby."

"You don't have to do this on your own, cariño (darling). We're here too and can help you with anything, whatever you need." He assures me.

"I'm still worried Rudy won't be happy with the news."

"He will be, sweetheart. Trust me."

"When is he done working?" I yawn from tiredness, turning my head away.

"In one and a half hours. You should take a nap until then." Alejandro noticed me yawning of course. Nothing escapes his attention.

"Fine, but only for half an hour." I give in, only because I know he won't tolerate objections when he knows he's right. I scream when he lifts me up and walks to their bedroom with me in his arms, bridal style.

"Let's go to the drugstore and get you some good vitamins after you wake up."

Their bedroom, the room where everything happened two weekends ago. I remember their hands being all over my body, stroking, caressing and stimulating every centimetre of my skin. One of them kissed my lips, while the other made hickeys on my throat, breasts and shoulders. They made me feel like a goddess. A goddess, honoured and worshipped by the best sex gods in existence. It was the best experience of my life. "Remember talking about having kids of our own?"

"Yes.. Did you change your mind?" Rudy seems scared by that thought.

"No, nunca (never). But it's sooner than we were able to discuss."

"¿Qué? ¿Cómo? (What? How?)" He doesn't understand, yet. Alejandro looks towards me, gestures me to come to them from the kitchen doorframe I'm leaning against, Rodolfo following what Ale's looking at. When I'm close enough to the sofa, Alejandro grabs my waist and sits me down between his spread legs, my back against his chest, one foot on the floor and the other leg on the couch. His hands are placed on my stomach. We're both facing Rudy, who still doesn't know what's going on.

"It's been two weeks since the three of us had fun in our bedroom." Alejandro hints, but Rudy isn't making the connection.

"Por favor, dime (Please, tell me). I'm too exhausted from work to understand."

"I got Lauren pregnant." Him saying it shamelessly like that, proud even, makes my heart race in my chest. Rodolfo is processing the big news. I'm worried about his reaction and put my hands on Ale's hands, which are still resting on my stomach, and squeeze them. Rudy's facial expression changes. A smile. There's a smile! Oh god, I was scared for a second.

"Lo siento (I'm sorry), I'm so tired. But I'm happy we're having a baby with the three of us." He kisses me quickly before kissing Alejandro.

"Our baby will be so spoiled with three military parents."

"I'm not really military, though, I'm just a chef in a military kitchen."

"You did enough heavy training with us to be considered a soldier. You've been keeping up with us for six years already." Alejandro puts his lips on my neck and slides his arms around my waist. That's true, but lately I'm not joining them as much anymore. "I'm sorry, Lau, I was out of it after I came home from work." Rodolfo, who just woke up from a well-deserved nap, puts his hands on my hips and pulls me in for a hug, moving his hands to my lower back. The smell of his shower gel combined with his body scent is intoxicating, since he just got out of the shower.

"You had a long day at work and it was also half a night shift, I completely understand. You are keeping all of us safe from threats."

"As long as you know I'm truly excited that you're pregnant." His lips touch mine for a short second, before he sits down on the couch.

"I was terrified this morning when I held the positive pregnancy test in my hand and knew I had to tell the both of you as soon as I could."

"Scared that we would get mad at you?"

"Sí."

"Babygirl, we will never be mad at you. Have we ever?" He looks into my eyes.

"No, but you were pretty aggressive with her when we fucked her." Alejandro enters the living room with a grin on his face, taking a break from cooking dinner and overhearing our conversation. All of us laugh.

"She agreed to that, though." He defends himself.

"I did, and I loved every second of it." I declare with a heated face.

"We should do it again." Suggests Rudy, while pulling me in for a quick kiss. "It was incredible."

"En efecto, lo era (Indeed, it was). Without alcohol this time, it's no fun when one of us can't drink." Alejandro agrees with his fiancé, staggering me as I did not expect them to want to have a threesome again.

"I didn't think that would ever happen again."

"Oh doll, you will be joining us many more times." Alejandro stands in front of me, towers over me because I'm sitting on the sofa, and he sternly holds my chin, forces me to look into his dark eyes. "I won't go easy on you next time." The way he monitors every muscle I tighten makes my intimate parts tingle. A barely audible moan escapes my lips.

"¿Oíste eso? (Did you hear that?)" Rudy grins, pushes a hand between my thighs, rubs my clit and folds through my clothes.

"Sí, ella ama esto (Yes, she loves this)." Alejandro pushes my head to the right, towards Rudy, exposing my throat. With his teeth he scratches the left side of my skin, heatedly kissing it like I may disappear any moment. In the meantime Rudy makes his way up my shirt, strokes my stomach and sides. I moan louder, unable to keep quiet anymore. "There she goes. Do you want more of this, cariño (darling)?"

"Yes! Yes!" I whimper, try to touch the man in front of me. Rodolfo thinks differently about me wanting to touch his fiancé and pulls my arms on my back.

"You'll get all of me, us , later tonight." Ale's thumb strokes my lower lip, bites it with his teeth, but doesn't give me the fulfilment of a passionate kiss.

"This isn't fair!" I moan in frustration as he lets me go and leaves me unsatisfied.

"That's the point, doll." Alejandro disappears to the kitchen to resume cooking. "It's my turn to destroy your asshole tonight!" He proudly yells and Rudy and I laugh. "I can't have Rudy be the only one to enjoy your ass!"

"Someone's jealous that I was her first anal."

"Sí!" The frustration is noticeable in his voice. "Both of you made me come too many times before I could try her ass too." It's silent for a bit, the only sounds coming from the kitchen are pots and pans being moved. "Dinner is ready, get those hot asses over here!" Rodolfo helps me up from the couch and we walk to the kitchen together.

[whumpfigure]

Whumptober Day 1: Waking Up Restrained

Let's yeet out one of the two pieces I wrote for whumptober *nervous laughter*

CW: pet whump, box boy universe, creepy whumper, facility stuff, electroshock treatment

'Cold'

It's the first thing that comes to Agustin's mind as he gains consciousness. He turns around and pulls his hand up to cuddle Sofi - his little sister - to keep her warm. But he's quick to realize that he can't. His hands are restrained behind his back.

'What the hell...?' He thinks, as the memories of last night flood his mind. Writing his goodbye letter, going to the WRU main building, answering the questions they asked him, being led to that waiting room, and drinking the tea they offered him, and then-... he doesn't remember what happened then.

Slightly terrified, he forces his eyes open, and the bright fluorescent light makes him wince and shut his eyes for a few more seconds to get used to it. And slowly, gradually, he manages to keep his eyes open without watering, and takes a look at his surroundings. Everything around him is white. Not the warm yellow-ish white you normally see on walls. But a pure and cold type of white. The kind that makes you shiver even if the room isn't cold on itself. Which is definately not the case here. Because Agustin felt the cold before seeing the white.

The room he's in is not big. And it's nearly completely empty, save for Agustin's body on the floor. There is a rectangular frame on one side of the room that Agustin can bet is the door. And for a second he considers opening it and finding someone to explain the meaning of all this. They didn't tell him he'd be freaking restrained and put in an empty room the first second! Not that it would've mattered of course. Agustin had made his decision even before talking to actual WRU people and asking about their training process. He had made the decision to trade himself for the safety of his sisters, when he still thought WRU was as evil as pet lib people pictured. Which is not true, as far as Agustin himself saw on his tour inside Facility 056. The trainee rooms weren't anything luxurious, but they were certainly better than the places he had lived in after his parents died. And none of them included empty white rooms and restrained hands and, as Agustin just realized, a door with no handle.

Just as he was in these thoughts, a beeping sound came from just outside of his room, followed by a soft shhh-click sound as the door with no handle opened. Agustin pushed himself to a sitting position as the door opened, revealing a man in a formal uniform similar to those he had seen before in the WRU building. He was fairly light skinned, and had brown hair that screamed expensive haircare products. And he was looking directly at Agustin's sitting form, with a smug unreadable look on his face. As if he was waiting for Agustin to say something. What thing, Agustin has no idea.

Realizing that it was probably his only chance at having his questions answered, he quickly asked, "Qué es esto? Dónde estoy?" What is the meaning of this? Where am I? And he sounded more irritated than he intended to be.

"Tsk, is that how you greet your handler, trainee?" The man - the handler - asked, in a perfect and unaccented English, and Agustin's eyes went wide. Why was the man talking English?

"Come on trainee, I'm waiting for an apology." The handler demanded, and took out the black leather stick that hung on his belt. "You don't want me to use this on you."

"W-what is it? Where.. where am I?" Agustin said in his own slightly accented English, and cringed at the way his voice was shaking. There was something about the man's presence, and the device in his hand, that was deeply unsettling to him. And he felt a shiver run down his spine as the man chuckled at him.

"Well you're in Facility 001, of course." He said matter of factly, and Agustin knew what that meant. He wasn't in Chile anymore. There was only one Facility 001, and it was located in the United States.

"B-but how?!" Agustin asked, and suddenly the weight of its meaning crashed down on him. He wasn't in Chile anymore. He wasn't near his sisters anymore. In fact, if the rumors about Facility 001's location were correct, he was far far away from them. And it terrified him.

"Uh uh uh, shut it now. Have you not learnt not to interrupt a gentleman's words? I was still answering your other question." The handler said as he took a step closer.

"I'm sorry.." He whispered, and tried to back away as the handler suddenly seemed too close.

"Hmm, now you apologize. I like it." He said as he came yet closer, and leaned over Agustin's small body. "But you know, you're a bit too late." He whispered the last words in Agustin's ear, before straightening back up and swinging the black stick out of nowhere.

As soon as the pointed tip of the stick made contact with his body, Agustin felt a pain he's never experienced before. Suddenly all his nerves were aflame, and all his muscles were tense as a tree, as electricity coursed through them. He heard a scream, but it took him a moment to realize it was his own, as he writhed in pain on the floor. When had he fallen on the floor again? He didn't know. In that moment, all he knew was pain, and pain alone.

But just as suddenly as the pain had started, it disappeared. Leaving Agustin a gasping mess on the floor. He attempted to get back to sitting, but his hands gave under him, and he hit back on the floor.

He felt a hand on his head, before its grip tightened on his hair, and pulled him up by it. He looked at the handler with blurry eyes, as the man said, "I guess that answered your other question."

The man let go of his hair, and it took everything in Agustin to keep himself sitting.

"You'd better get used to it. You're gonna have to go through this, quite a lot." The man said as he started going towards the door.

"And oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm senior handler Marcus Craine. And we'll be spending a lot of time together." He explained, just before he went out of the room using a card. Leaving Agustin there thinking all sorts of 'what have I done?!!'

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