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threeacttragedy · 2 months ago

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Entry 6 – The One Where I Explained the Claddagh Ring to My Dad

I will preface this entry with an acknowledgement to my father. He is the most intelligent, quick-witted, and level-headed person I know. He’s also a bit of a bitch and tends to be blatantly honest. Sometimes that honesty hurts but it’s also nice to know he’s the one person in this world who won’t feed me a line of bullshit. He is also the best friend we all need.

On October 16, my father called me – like he does almost every day – to chat about, like usual, absolutely nothing. But, on this day, I was quite distracted (because the Time article about Nicola had just come out), which he called me out on almost immediately. Our conversation went something along the lines of:

Dad: “I can tell you’re not paying attention to me.”

Me: “Oh, I’m just reading an article that came out today. Actually, can I ask you a question about it?”

Dad: “Sure.”

Me: “I just want to read something to you, and I want you to tell me what you think this person is saying.”

Dad: “Okay.”

I then proceeded to read him verbatim the snippet from the Times article where Nicola talks about her relationship with Luke.

Me: “What do you think she is saying?”

Dad: “That this person is her best friend, and she thinks very highly of them.”

Me: “Oh, okay.”

Dad: “Why?”

Well, he opened the door so I gave him the backstory. I explained who Nicola and Luke were. I explained Bridgerton. I explained their chemistry during the World Tour. During this 15-or-so-minute conversation, my father took to renaming Nicola “Ireland” and Luke “Thang,” because that’s how he remembers things. Then I brought up the Claddagh ring.

Dad: “Wait. Stop – STOP! – STOP!! I said STOP TALKING! Why didn’t you lead off with this ring? I change my answer. She’s saying she’s in love with this guy!”

Me: “What?”

Dad: “Whatever you read earlier – I change my answer. She’s not saying they’re best friends. She’s saying she’s in love with him.”

Me: “Are you being legit?”

Dad: “Absolutely! Now, go back to the beginning because Ireland and Thang are a thing.”

Welcome aboard the USS Lukola, Daddy.

Recently, this conversation with my father got me thinking about how naïve I have been in believing all Lukolas were aware of the significance of Nicola’s Claddagh. I mean, surely, most of us know the term and meaning of “ring truther,” right?

Maybe not.

I’ve always chucked the Jakolas and A-holes up to be Conscientiously Stupid about the ring – disregarding it because it didn’t fit their narrative. But, shit, maybe they just don’t understand the Holy Grail of the Lukola fandom. So, I figured today, I’d dedicate my entry to explaining the ring to those who have no fucking clue what we mean when we say, “we’ll die on that ring!”

If you don’t want a history lesson or my opinion on the significance of the ring, you can move along and wait for my next post. Otherwise, happy reading. Actually, it’s a rather dull read – but informative. You may just need some caffeine to keep your focus up.

GENERAL HISTORY:

The Claddagh originates from Galway – yes, Nicola’s hometown in Ireland – and has been around for over 400 years. The ring typically shows two hands holding a heart which wears a crown, with the hands symbolizing friendship, the heart signifying love, and the crown representing loyalty.

The way a person wears their Claddagh traditionally signifies their relationship status.

On the RIGHT hand, with the HEART FACING OUTWARD away from your body (and towards your fingertips) means you are single, i.e, your heart is available for love.

On the RIGHT hand, with the HEART FACING INWARD towards your body (and towards the back of your hand), suggests you are in a committed relationship, i.e., your heart is taken.

On the LEFT hand, with the HEART FACING OUTWARD away from your body (and towards your fingertips) means you are engaged.

On the LEFT hand, with the HEART FACING INWARD towards your body (and towards the back of your hand), suggests you are married.

This is not gospel so please do not finish reading this post and start running around in circles, jumping up and down, exclaiming Nicola is married.

NICOLA’S CLADDAGH:

In June, Chupi announced it had designed and created a Claddagh for Nicola and noted “Nicola reached out to Chupi recently and requested a bespoke Claddagh Ring to celebrate the third season of Bridgerton.” Nicola’s ring was custom-made and differs from virtually all other Claddagh rings in that the hands of the ring also display rings of their own.

After creating the ring for Nicola, Chupi continued to sell it through its website, noting that the heart-shaped diamond in the ring was “[h]eld in a pair of hands that honor friendship and strength, with the left hand wearing a North Star signet ring.” In its original description, and for four months following this initial announcement, Chupi never explained the meaning of the ring on the right hand holding the diamond. We will speculate on that in a moment. Further, Chupi explained that the three diamonds in the crown “represent the traditional emblem of loyalty and also symbolize the past, present & future, along with a nod to the fact this is the 3rd season of Bridgerton.” There’s that Bridgerton reference again.

Now, let’s break down the hands holding the heart-shaped diamond, starting with the left hand.

The left hand is wearing a signet ring. This one is easy to explain because Chupi described the ring the left hand is wearing for us. It is the North Star signet ring, which Chupi sells through its website as its “North Star Diamond Original Signet Ring.” Chupi explained that the ring represented “True North.” What is “true north?” Besides its literal meaning, the phrase “true north” represents your “internal compass or your personal calling” and “your authentic self.”

The right hand is wearing a ring on its middle finger. This ring has always been a bit of a conundrum. As mentioned above, Chupi never explained this ring in its original description. In fact, it remained silent on its significance until November 1. And, even after it “explained away” the middle finger ring in an Instagram story (which disappeared after 24 hours), Chupi never updated its website to confirm its meaning. Why? Well, you’ll find that most “ring truthers” believe it’s because this middle finger ring represents Luke. Luke often wears a ring on his middle right finger. In fact, in his People spread for Sexiest Man Alive released November 14, he’s seen wearing a ring on his right-hand middle finger. You can also find him wearing a ring on his right-hand middle finger throughout the Bridgerton Season 3 World Tour.

But, let’s pretend for a moment that the rings on the two hands holding the diamond heart have no significance whatsoever. That does not negate the fact the ring was made as a nod to Bridgerton Season 3. Yes, the season that both Nicola and Luke repeatedly described during interviews throughout the World Tour as their “shared experience.”

To round out this little “history lesson,” and just so I am completely up front, on November 1, 2024, Chupi reshared to its IG stories a story shared by Ashley McDonnell explaining that the right-hand middle finger ring on the Chupi-branded Claddagh represented “power” (basically, women’s empowerment). As of that date, Chupi had also removed all mentions of Bridgerton from its Claddagh ring descriptions and left only a reference to the rings being “inspired by” Nicola. However, the Claddagh could still be found under Chupi’s “Engagement” ring section and the articles titled, “Designing a Chupi Claddagh Ring for Nicola Coughlan” and “What Way to Wear a Claddagh Ring” still, to this day, reside under its “News” section. These articles still reference the ring’s ties to the third season of Bridgerton.

A BUNCH OF POINTS I’M TRYING TO MAKE:

Point 1: Nicola had the ring commissioned herself, per Chupi. We can surmise she understands the meaning of the ring based on her Irish (and Galway) heritage; thus, we can also deduce she knows the meaning behind how it is worn.

Point 2: The ring is important to Nicola. I’m not even going to use disclaiming phrases like “may be” or “seems to be;” I’m just flat out stating the “ring IS important” to her. She has been seen wearing it a lot in her personal time. In fact, on September 20, she was photographed wearing the Claddagh during the Gucci afterparty, which means she took off the “workday” jewelry she had been wearing earlier in the day to put the Claddagh back on her finger. She has not been shy about flashing it in public. From her Chupi articles to her Tatcha stories to wearing it in public (at concerts, walking about).

Point 3: Based on comments made by Chupi on June 25 in its article titled, “Designing a Chupi Claddagh Ring for Nicola Coughlan,” it took four weeks “from a sketch to sparkling reality” to make the ring. This means, at the latest, it had to have been commissioned by May 9, 2024. However, some Lukola sleuths have stated the metadata they pulled from the sketches uploaded by Chupi indicate it was as early as April 26 (don’t even side eye me; I didn’t pull that shit). Based on this information, the ring was likely commissioned during and/or between the World Tour stops in Australia and Italy.

Point 4: Nicola wore the ring publicly as early as June 6 during the Dublin premiere. At that time, she wore it on her right-hand middle finger with the heart facing inwards. The way she wore the ring was also evidenced the following day in Galway by way of pictures in Chupi’s article titled, “What Way to Wear a Claddagh Ring.”

Point 5: Nicola flashed that glittering baby in her June 15 Tatcha IG post (I’m convinced that post holds so many secrets) and continued to wear it throughout the summer months (on her right-hand middle finger) as evidenced by pictures of her at the Taylor Swift Eras tour and in her August 1 Tatcha IG post. And, let’s round out the summer with her displaying the ring in her September 17 Tatcha IG stories, on September 20 during the Gucci afterparty, and in Alex Babsky’s September 25 IG post about Nicola being “in London today.”

Point 6: On October 1, Nicola had seemingly switched her diamond Claddagh from her right hand to her left-hand middle finger as exhibited in her Choose Love IG story. This switch was further indicated (but not confirmed because she conveniently put her caption over it) in her October 5 airplane IG story (deduced from the small gold band switching to her right hand) and in pap pictures of her published on October 8. On October 11, when she posted her Olaplex IG story, it appeared the ring was on her left-hand ring finger. We can also barely see the ring in the October 21 “Polin” picture; however, it cannot be determined if it is on her left-hand middle or ring finger. We haven’t seen her “out in the wild” since so the current status of her ring is not known, but we can probably safely assume she’s still wearing it, with the heart facing in.

Point 7: I believe everyone needs to make their own decision as to whether the right hand of the Claddagh – the one wearing the middle finger ring – represents Luke. Personally, I believe it does, but it is perfectly fine if you disagree. It could very well be a "power move." I’ve always believed the left hand of the Claddagh – the one wearing the North Star signet ring – represented “true north,” or Nicola’s internal compass to choose her own path. But, please do not let my opinion cloud your own.

Point 8: Regardless of your opinion about the hands holding the Claddagh’s heart-shaped diamond, the ring was acknowledged to represent Bridgerton Season 3 and that has Luke all over it.

Point 9: From Day 1, Nicola has worn the Claddagh with the heart facing inwards, meaning her heart is taken. To the best of my knowledge, this has never changed.

MY THOUGHTS:

First and foremost, Nicola has told the world her heart is taken.

Based on the above, why would Nicola wear that ring for anyone but Luke?

My father’s response: “She wouldn’t.”

Why? Because it would be fucking weird if she did.

Let’s play pretend for a moment.

You’re dating Nicola (and, NO, you can’t be Luke in this scenario). You’ve watched Nicola’s Bridgerton press tour for the past, say, six months. You’ve watched her flirt with Luke. You’re fully aware Lukolas ship her with Luke. In fact, you’re aware several of her castmates and crew ship her with Luke. You’re aware that, by the end of the World Tour, interviewers were getting bold enough to ask Nicola and Luke about their “friendship” because they, too, were intrigued by their chemistry. You’re also aware that, “People want [her] to marry Luke.” And, you’re fully aware that Nicola had that Claddagh ring made to, at a minimum, remind her of Bridgerton Season 3, the season she shared with Luke.

Would you be okay with her wearing THAT ring to signify the state of YOUR relationship with her?

If you are, get the fuck off my page.

Now, riddle me this, Batman –

Why was this ring made during the World Tour? And, more importantly, why was it worn during the World Tour?

Why did Luke and Nicola take a special trip to Galway? And (purely speculation here), why did the meeting with Nicola’s mum seem so emotional?

Why did the ring switch hands?

Why, Batman, why?

#lukola #nicola coughlan #luke newton #my opinion #my thoughts #speculation only #ring truthers unite #why batman why?

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penascigarette · 2 months ago

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this is every fic I've read since signing up for tumblr less than two weeks ago that has altered my brain chemistry. there are 30 fics on this list and every one is absolutely a banger.

a big thank you to all of you for taking the time out of your days to make ours a little bit brighter ✨️

read the warnings before you indulge in these timeless masterpieces

Acacius

Bloodline - @gutsby

Pairing: Dark!Marcus Acacius x Reader

Summary: The General needs an heir.

Blood Favor - @pedgito

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x f!reader

Summary: A female gladiator plucked from the arena by the most powerful general in Rome, convinced to serve under his command. You learn that his taste for blood might not be so different from your own.

Home - @milla-frenchy

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x fem reader

Summary: Acacius returns from Numidia several months after his departure, and comes back to his wife

Fit for a goddess - @ozarkthedog

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x afab wife!reader

Summary: you wear Marcus’s gold laurel crown while he worships you.

The Farmers daughter- @punkshort

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x f!reader

Summary: Forced to sell your body after your father's farm went under, you find yourself hand picked to service the Roman army on their latest battle away from Rome. What you didn't expect was to be selected to share General Acacius's room for the duration of the journey.

Cosmic love - @kedsandtubesocks

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x F!Reader x Marcus Pike

Summary: a missing statue, a handsome ancient roman general, an equally handsome museum visitor - and you caught in the magical (and wonderful) mess of it all

Dave York

Let them feel- @guiltyasdave

Pairing: Dave York x f!reader with a side of whichever Pedro boys you want x f!reader

Summary: sooo... yesterday the lovely em @/luxurychristmaspudding posted this poll with the compelling question in a room full of p boys, who is getting you off (in front of everyone else 👀)?, which led to the lovely daphne @/sizzlingcloudmentality posting let them see (go read that asap!), which then led to me asking "hey do you mind if i continue this?" and then writing 2k words in a state that i can only describe as possessed. enjoy <3

Let them see - @sizzlingcloudmentality

Pairing: Dave York x f!reader

Summary: he gets you off in front of the other guys

Dieter Bravo

It might be nice - @sp00kymulderr

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Summary: It's more than enough. Having what you have with him now.

Frankie

Blindfolded Birthday - @jolapeno

Pairing: francisco "frankie" morales x ofc!reader

Summary: sometimes, it's necessary to blindfold him and use him.

Javier Peña

Unscripted Desire series - @gothcsz

Pairing: javier peña x f!reader

Summary: you’re a camerawoman that shoots pornos. javier peña is the pornstar you can’t stand. why is it that you’re always so affected by him?

Touch tank- @thundermartini

Pairing: javier peña x f!reader

Summary: Javier helps you get over a little self-confidence crisis.

Dirty laundry - @javierpena-inatacvest

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: After waking up on Sunday morning, you and Javi were supposed to start on your to-do list for the day. It doesn't take long for your to-do list to turn into different plans.

Joel Miller

Me on You - @luxurychristmaspudding

Pairing: young!joel miller x f!reader

Summary: after a night out dancing and a lift home turns into something more, you learn something about your dad's buddy.

Fixation - @mssalo

Pairing: joel x f!reader

Summary: You have an oral fixation, and Joel is more than happy to keep your mouth busy.

Night Walks AU - @toxicanonymity

Pairing: neighbor!Joel x f!reader

Summary: This is an AU moreso than a series. Very little plot. Joel, an older neighbor you've been walking with late at night, asks you into his basement to sell him weed. Turns out he's a little obsessed with you. You find him irresistible, despite your initial efforts to stay away.

Daddy Can Fix It - @baronessvonglitter

Pairing: handyman!Joel Miller x fem!plus size!Reader

Summary: All the housewives in your neighborhood rave about the local handyman. And with very good reason.

Tink - @notjustjavierpena

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Summary: You leave a Halloween party to go see Joel but it turns into a horror show when conversation between you takes a poor turn.

Golden - @slowdivinqs

Pairing: Joel x reader

Summary: A Sunday afternoon on your farm with Joel.

Lovers Once a Year - @joelsgoldrush

Pairing: dbf!joel miller x f!reader

Summary: One always craves what is out of reach. Like the forbidden fruit that lingers just beyond grasp, tempting with its sweetness. Joel became the town’s greatest sinner, and you, his best friend’s daughter, are the tantalizing temptation he knows he should never indulge in. Your very existence marks the path to his ruin. He can't help but follow it.

Road trip - @elflutter

Pairing: bf!joel miller x f!reader

Summary: car sex with joel on the way home from a weekend trip ;)

Halftime - @gutsby

Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: A chance meeting a week before Thanksgiving leaves you and your dad’s best friend to handle your feelings the only way you know how: fucking on the couch when your dad falls asleep during the game.

Heartbreak Detergent- @tokkiwrites

Pairing: boyfriend's dad joel miller x reader

Summary: After breaking up with your boyfriend of four years, you’re left heartbroken and desperate to leave it all behind. But as fate would have it, just as you’re about to walk out the door of his house, you run into his fatherㅡ the man who’s always lingered at the edges of your mind. the next sensible thing to do is fuck him.

Someone to be thankful for - @pedrospatch

Pairing: DBF! Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary: It’s Thanksgiving—when dinner with your nightmare of a family goes south, you find comfort in the person you least expect it from: your father’s best friend, Joel Miller.

See You At Three - @almostfoxglove

Pairing: Young!Joel x f!Reader OC (Ellie's aunt)

Summary: When your sister starts working nights, you're stuck with afterschool pickup duty for your eight-year-old niece. You love the kid, so you don't mind. And, sure—maybe you don't mind having an excuse to check out her classmate's dad, Joel, five times a week, either.

Put it in, coach - @magpiepills

Pairing: Joel Miller x f! Reader

Summary: you are an 18 year old high school senior on the cheerleading team, and Joel is the beloved and successful football coach. He helps you with some stretching after practice.

Vicious- @joelmillerisapunk

Pairing: dbf!Joel miller x f!reader

Summary: In the quiet solitude of your own home, you revel in the rare freedom of an empty house, indulging in forbidden pleasures on a hot summer day. The unexpected arrival of your dads buddy Joel turns your casual rebellion into something far more thrilling.

Pretty baby - @mrsmando

Pairing: joel miller x f!reader

Summary: working as a nanny for joel miller is about to get a whole lot more interesting.

Juno - @lotusbxtch

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: Your honeymoon with Joel is off to a bang.

Roadside - @toomanystoriessolittletime

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Summary: On your way back from a long weekend that you got to spent with Joel, his car breaks down. While you both waited for Tommy to get there to help, Joel has some ideas on how to spend the time waiting.

Difficult - @schnarfer

Pairing: Young!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: How can you be part of a love story when you don’t believe in love?

Things I wrote

Smooth Operator Series

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!phone sex worker

Summary: You unexpectedly find yourself drawn to a new client during a late-night call, who ignites a surprising wave of desire within you. As you engage in a steamy conversation, you realize this encounter is unlike any you've had before, leaving you eager for more and questioning the boundaries of your professional life.

#lunas bedtime stories #fic rec #joel miller #javier pena #dave york #marcus acacius #din djarin #dieter bravo

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byunpum · 1 year ago

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Mama's Boy | Part 5

Pair: Jake x neytiri x human reader (trio couple) x sully children's

Warning: cozy moments, conflict, family problems

Note: I hope you like this part, the next one is gonna be the final part...Thank you sooo much!! btw I recently opened a KO-Fi…. if you want to leave any tips or support I would appreciate it (it would help me to buy real coffee xD).

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6(final)

The previous day's argument was very intense. Leaving the family in a very delicate state. Even you decided to sleep alone in a kind of bed you made. You were so upset with jake, you couldn't understand why he was like that with lo'ak. Sometimes you thought Jake was ashamed of lo'ak…ashamed that you were his mother. You had been sitting quietly in the marui all day, still feeling a little bad. You were taking care of tuk, the girl was by your side. Making a necklace for you, while she was telling you everything she did in the morning. "Love be careful…you can hurt yourself" you help tuk with the needle she was using. At that, you can see how jake enters the marui, he had a basket full of fish. Looking quickly at you, walking towards where he used to leave the food that had to be prepared. You decide to ignore him, and be playful with tuk.

"baby…can we talk?" asks jake, the man had approached you, sitting down next to you. You on the other hand were acting like he wasn't there. You look up, and sigh loudly. "Tuk honey, why don't you let mommy and daddy talk alone" you help the girl pick up her materials, and wait for her to come out of the marui doing some jumping jacks. You smile a little to see how happy tuk was, oblivious to what was going on. "Tell me?" you speak, looking at jake waiting for him to start talking. "Is it true that you are thinking of leaving? "jake looks at you, you could tell he was worried. It was too dangerous for you to go back to the jungle. The RDA was looking for Jake, and when Jake's name was on the line his whole family was involved. The months you had to be alone, you never left the lab.

"I see neytiri told you everything" you say, trying not to make eye contact with him. "Love…we can fix this" Jake touches your hand, but you push him away. "Jake it's not with me that you have to fix things, it's with your son. Your behavior towards him…it's terrible." You speak, trying to hold back your tears. "Y/n you're misunderstanding things I" jake speaks, but is interrupted when you turn around and are now looking directly at him. "Jake… I have a question for you, what does neteyam like the most?" you ask. "A-ahh he likes hunting, he likes to ride his ikran. He's also a great talker," says jake.

"Okay, now tell me what lo'ak likes?" you speak up, knowing jake wouldn't answer quickly like the other question. Jake gets nervous, looking around for a moment. "He likes…he likes being with his brother. " jake speaks timidly, watching as your eyebrows draw together in anger. "Lo'ak likes to ride around and investigate things. He loves to practice with his bow, he likes to spend time with his sister kiri and all he looks forward to is his father telling him he did a great job" you were already very annoyed.

"I know…" jake speaks softly. Shaking his head, look embarrassed. "Jake your sons are not soldiers…they are children. Children who need love and attention from their father. Neteyam is not the only one here who needs to be trained. Lo'ak too, he needs you to treat him with respect and love. What does it cost you to do that?" you speak, watching as jake pulled his knees up to his chest. Becoming more like a little ball. "I just…want them to be strong and …. I'm afraid they'll be weak and won't be able to survive this chaos we live in" jake tries to explain. And yes, he was a little bit right. But that didn't justify the preference he had over neteyam. "Jake, I know all that" you wave your hands all around you. "This is all chaos, I know this isn't our home. I know what we're going through, but what does lo'ak have to do with it? Why can't you treat him like you treat kiri or neteyam or tuk? What did he do to you?" you speak, getting up from the floor. You had to walk, because the rage was consuming you. You hated it when jake tried to avoid trouble. Telling you smith answers to distract you. "He didn't do anything" jake follows you with his eyes.

"I feel like sometimes you just treat him like that, because he came from me. Because he's not completely na'vi." You had tears in your eyes, you didn't know why you were so sentimental. Even though this situation always broke your heart, you wanted lo'ak to feel loved. "Y/n never say that… this has nothing to do with you being his mother" jake in one swift movement. He takes your arm, to pull you closer to him. "I wouldn't ask for another mother for my son, you are an excellent mother" jake lets his head lay on your chest. He is silent for a moment, you didn't want to keep arguing with him. You loved your family, you loved jake, you hated being upset with him. "Lo'ak is how I was…he is so much like the stupid jake who betrayed and endangered people he cared about. That stupid jake got innocent people killed" jake speaks, you knew he was talking about grace. She had been so important to you.

You take jake's face in your hands, pulling his face up so he could look you in the eye. "But that stupid jake was the one who saved a whole clan, that stupid jake is strong and brave. That stupid jake was the one I fell in love with" you speak softly. Tears streamed down Jake's cheeks. "I want you to be the person that stupid Jake needed, for lo'ak. He needs you…" you speak, feeling jake hug you. You both stand there for a moment. "I don't want him to make mistakes that he'll regret later," jake says. "He'll get in trouble if you don't help…try to be a better parent to him. That's all I ask of you" you start walking away from jake. Picking up some things tuk had left on the ground, you go to look for the girl.

"Do you think you would have been happy if instead of me, tom was the one in this body?" jake asks you. You knew this was tormenting Jake. You had been tom's girlfriend just before he went to earth. And there he was murdered. When jake came to the RDA and took tom's place. For you it was a big shock, Jake was just like your ex-boyfriend, but so different at the same time. You had to admit that Jake was the only thing that kept you sane those months. Not to mention the relationship that formed between the two of you. Jake allowed you to see neytiri again and get closer to the clan. Jake could be a fool, but the fool you liked the most. The rest is history.

You turn around before leaving the marui, tears in your eyes. "Believe it or not, I am very happy…but I wish your insecurities didn't affect this family" you speak, walking out of the marui leaving jake alone with his thoughts. You liked that Jake opened up to you, but you would like to see him try to improve his relationship with his children. Because it wasn't just lo'ak, neteyam was also affected by jake's treatment. You pause for a moment, taking a deep breath and wiping away your tears. You calm down a bit, and start looking for tuk. Luckily for you, the girl wasn't far away. She was sitting with neteyam playing.

You approach the children, see how they look at you and their eyes light up. "Hello" you greet them, sitting down next to tuk. "Look my love, you forgot these things" you hand the things to tuk. The little girl thanks you, she didn't dare to come back for them. "Thank you mommy" tuk says, now sitting on your lap. You can feel neteyam's eyes glued to you, he knew things were not good between his parents. The news that you were likely to leave had destroyed him. Neteyam could be strong, and always be by Jake and Neytiri's side. But you were his refuge, where he could go and be a child again. If he was to be judged for a second. "Mom?" neteyam speaks to you, you look at him quickly. "Mmm?" you are helping tuk, when you feel neteyam sit down next to you. "Is it true that you are going to go and leave us?" neteyam speaks waiting for you to answer. "Mom? You are going to leave us?" yells tuk. You sigh, you had gone through a pretty strong disappointment a few minutes ago and you wanted to control yourself.

"Where did you hear that neteyam?" you look at the boy, you thought you had argued in private, but you guess your screams were too loud. "We heard it by accident, I promise" neteyam gets nervous, but you hold his hand to calm him down. "mom if you go…can I come with you?" neteyam was getting sentimental, you caress his face a little. Laughing a little and tapping your arms to give him support. "I'm not going anywhere…but if I did. Of course you can go with me." You speak, watching as neteyam pouts. You joke a little, in order to change the topic. You didn't like them getting involved in adult issues, you knew they had been through a lot. At such a young age.

It wasn't long before you started to feel a little dizzy. You tried to hold your child tighter in your lap, but you felt like you were about to throw up. Never having felt like this before. You push tuk a little so that the girl slips out of your lap, placing your hands on your stomach, you were in a lot of pain. Neteyam noticed this, and quickly began to help you. "What's wrong mom?" neteyam holds your shoulders. The vomiting was something you couldn't help, and you swore you were emptying yourself alive. neteyam held you so you wouldn't mess yourself up. "Mom!" the boy whines, he has never seen you like this before. It was so strong that as soon as you recover, your sight goes blank.

You start to get up, you could hear some voices around you. You didn't open your eyes yet, but you could distinguish them. One was from neytiri, and the other was from ronal. You could feel some warm things on your body, and some parts were wet. You start to become conscious, opening your eyes a little at a time. "Ma Y/n!!!" neytiri sounded so happy, she had a nice smile on her face. On the other hand, ronal was moving away from your body. You could tell she looked exhausted. "What happened?" you try to get up, but you barely had any strength. "You fainted again and neteyam warned us" neytiri explains, stroking your hair. Something seemed curious about neytiri, she was supposed to be worried and she looked so happy. "You are sick…you need to rest and take medicine" said Ronal, the woman was already looking in some containers for the herbs to prepare the medicine you had to take. The more you woke up you realized that you were in the marui that Ronal used to take care of the sick na'vi. "And the children?" you look weakly at neytiri. "They are with Jake, don't worry," Neytiri speaks, settling in closer to your side.

You rest a little, but you feel how Ronal starts to remove the towels that were warm before. Drying your exposed skin a bit. He had been using compresses and hot towels to try to get you up. "The medicine is a little strong, but it won't hurt the baby," says Ronal, holding out a jar of carracol. Your eyes widen in surprise, what the hell was this woman talking about, pregnant? This woman is crazy. "Baby? No, I'm not pregnant" you speak, now you had recovered all your strength. You were surprised. You look at neytiri, but she had a look that was worrying you. "ney" you push her a little, you needed her to speak. "Y/N I thought you are…since the symptoms" neytiri can't contain her joy. "Plus we did an abdominal test and we could feel something" ronal looks at you, handing you the drink. You are confused, and now you were about to vomit at the news. How could that be possible, you were sure you weren't pregnant.

Hey, you and Jake had been together. Well…ever since you had joined the clan. You two hadn't kept your hands off each other. Well… the three of you. You were sure neytiri knew you weren't pregnant. The idea of having a baby doesn't enter your head, not now that the atmosphere is so tense. You take the drink, you notice how Ronal is watching you. Making sure you take all the medicine. "Ahh it's disgusting" you complain. Listening to neytiri laugh, you liked seeing her like that. It's been a long time since you've seen her this happy, it was genuine happiness. "Well…I'll let you rest here. I'll come by later and check on you" ronal gets up from the floor, and walks out of the marui. Leaving you and neytiri alone. You were exhausted, but you can feel neytiri touch your stomach. Causing you to look at her with surprise. "We will have another baby ma y/n" neytiri smiles. "But when?" you had many questions, when you found out you were pregnant with lo'ak it was because norm did a test on you. But now it had been a natural test that na'vi women did to find out if they were pregnant. "I think it was the day at the beach" neytir laughs a little, blushing. You start to remember and you want to curl into a ball. You were scared, really scared.

"Hey, don't be scared. I'll be right here with you. And we've been looking for this for so many years," says Neytiri. And she was right, it got to the stage where the pregnancies were more about the two of you. They were very intimate between you and Neytiri. You wanted to be in on the whole process, including the excitement of being pregnant. It would build on the bonds that would be formed with the children. "I know…but this news is very unexpected…and even more so now that I want to kill Jake," you say. ""You haven't talked?"" asks neytiri, she wanted this to be resolved. "Ney…I need him to be a better father to lo'ak and you know I'm right" you speak. Neytiri is thoughtful for a moment, she knew you were right, and she would support you in whatever decision you make. And even more so at this moment. "Well, I'm going to let you rest. Ronal said he would come later. I'll come later." neytiri wanted to break the news to everyone in the family. A baby was big news for her, and she knew everyone would be happy. Giving you a soft kiss, and another on the palms of her hands. You swear you saw Neytiri jump a little in happiness, her tail wagging from side to side and the smile on her face was beautiful. You lay back on the comfortable bed and closed your eyes. You had to rest, otherwise you were going to die of madness.

"Ok, but you have to cut it like this" jake was with lo'ak. The man had decided to go looking for his son after the argument he had with you. Inviting him to go fishing, obviously this was a strange thing for lo'ak to do. But spending the afternoon with his father was making him very happy. Lo'ak was cleaning the fish as jake told him to, looking carefully at the instructions. "And what do I do with this?" lo'ak points with disgust, at the fish's stomach. "Remove it…that's disgusting" jake mimics lo'ak's wince as they both laughed. It was a very nice moment for both of them, jake had to admit that he had missed a lot of moments with lo'ak. While lo'ak and jake were busy, kiri, neteyam and tuk were sitting somewhere in the corner of the marui talking and playing with each other. When they noticed how their mother came in with a happiness. "I have good news," said neytiri.

"How is mom!!!" lo'ak gets up quickly, running to neytiri. "she's fine…but" neytiri pauses, walking over to jake to sit next to him. "What's wrong, she's supposed to just be sick at her stomach" jake says. The last he heard from you, neteyam had taken you to see ronal. And that you had a lot of stomach pain. "It's not a bad thing…come here everybody, come on!" neytiri makes the signal for everyone in the family to come over. Everyone sits around, neytiri looked so excited. "This is so big for this family… Y/N is expecting a baby" neytiri sounds the news, jake gets so excited he hugs neytiri right away. "No way!!!" shouts kiri hugging tuk and the little girl was already very excited. "Another sully to the family" says neteyam, excited. But apparently the news had not gone down well with everyone, "WHAT?" Lo'ak literally screams, capturing her parents' attention. "Lo'ak what's wrong?" neytiri is now confused, this is supposed to be a big surprise.

"Why is mom going to have a baby? She can't have one!!!" Lo'ak was getting a little upset. This was a jealous reaction, and neytiri and jake could tell. "hey lo'ak I need you to calm down" jake tries to calm him down. But the boy stands up in annoyance, getting out of the marui. "Lo'ak needs to stop having tantrums, he's too old to be having these dramas" kiri says. Neytiri taps her knee, kiri complains. Everyone in the family knows how lo'ak was with you, everything that had to do with you affected lo'ak twice as much. Jake was about to get up and go talk to the boy. But he feels neteyam's hand stop him. "Dad…I'll talk to him" says neteyam. Jake looks quickly at neytiri, who signals him to let his brother go get him. Neteyam gets up from the ground and leaves the marui to look for his brother. It doesn't take him long to find him, he was relatively close. Lo'ak was sitting in the sand, he could tell he was crying.

"Little brother…you're jealous" says neteyam. Listening as lo'ak whined. "What do you want you idiot!!!" lo'ak grudgingly replies to neteyam. But neteyam ignores him, laughing and sitting down next to him. "I know you must be feeling jealous," says neteyam. Lo'ak rolls his eyes in white. He didn't want to be messing around with neteyam, sometimes he could be very annoying. "You know…when you were born I felt a little jealous, but when tuk was born I must admit I couldn't help but feel very jealous. Our moms were with her all the time and didn't pay attention to us. " said neteyam. "Yes, but my mom has always paid attention to me" lo'ak says sounding a bit smug. Neteyam laughs, he had to admit that his little brother looked adorable. "And she's always going to love you, I'm the big brother. And having to share everything…but the love mama has for you is special and no one will ever change it," Neteyam speaks. Lo'ak is silent, neteyam stands up and taps his brother on the shoulder. Stepping away to let him think for a moment.

That same afternoon…

You were already up, and it was getting dark. You had to admit that you were pretty bored. Ronal was taking longer than usual. You wanted to be home, you felt a little better. And now that you knew you were sick and the pregnancy symptoms were making it worse, you felt somewhat reassured. Although the news of your pregnancy was not something you were very happy about. Sure, you were happy to have a baby. You had waited for this opportunity for so long, but it had to happen right now. Just now when the situation with lo'ak was very active.

You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts, that you didn't notice when Ronal entered the marui. The woman can see that you were a bit lost. "The news of the baby surprises you, doesn't it? Because it does to me," says Ronal, putting some things she brought to refill. You look at her a little startled, and became a little alert at the tone of Ronal's voice. You weren't friends, and ronal tolerated you and treated you well because tonowari told her to. "Yes…it's a surprise," you say. Trying not to sound awkward. "It seems kind of unreal to me…that one" Ronal scans you up and down. "Human is pregnant, I have doubts even with your supposed child" ronal speaks, she could be quite direct. She didn't mind hurting other people's feelings. "Excuse me?" you get more comfortable in your bed. "Don't take this the wrong way…but it's weird" ronal chuckles a little. You decide to ignore her, you didn't want to argue because you still felt a little bad.

Ronal prepared more medicine for you to take in the next few days. Supposedly some food had made you sick. After several days you are supposed to be left with only the symptoms of pregnancy. She might be a little mean, but she wouldn't hurt you. You get up carefully, leaving Marui. Ronal all this time had been making uncalled for comments about you and your child. But at no time did you want to answer him, you didn't want to cause trouble. "Hey by the way" Ronal starts talking. You stop, and look back.

"I heard you wanted to go back to the jungle…and you know what" Ronal laughs again to herself. You didn't understand what you had done to this woman, but she seemed to hate you. "I think it would be best for your family. Even for that child…lo'ak. When you weren't here, we barely heard the sully. And as far as I can see all you've done is mess everything up around here," Ronal says, turning to continue working. You sigh, you weren't going to give her the pleasure of her seeing you cry, getting out of that marui as fast as you could. Back to the familiar marui, you couldn't help but get Ronal's words out of your head, maybe she was right. Maybe they were better off without you. And now you had one more problem.

P.s The reason I wrote that the reader was pregnant is that the original request asked for two children. Lo'ak and the baby on the way. Second, the reader is still upset with jake, but I wanted to fix things up a bit. Because I want it to focus more on the relationship between lo'ak and his mom.

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The wind howled through Mondstadt, its chill matching the cold void in your heart. The grand clock tower struck midnight, marking the end of another wedding anniversary spent alone. Diluc's duties at the tavern and his clandestine affairs with Jean had eclipsed the sanctity of your marriage for the last time. The final thread of your patience snapped, and with a resolute heart, you made the decision that the marriage was over.

Gathering your belongings and your young daughter, Lian, you embarked on a journey back to your roots in Liyue. The journey was long, but your determination to start anew fueled your every step.

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As the carriage made its way through the familiar yet distant landscape, you couldn't help but reflect on the early days of your marriage with Diluc. You had met him during a diplomatic visit to Mondstadt, where his stoic charm and unwavering sense of duty had drawn you in. His passion for protecting Mondstadt and his dedication to his family's legacy resonated with your own values, and it wasn’t long before love blossomed between the two of you.

In the beginning, your marriage was filled with joy and promise. You supported Diluc in his endeavors, and he, in turn, was your steadfast rock. However, as the responsibilities of running the Dawn Winery and his secret vigilante activities consumed more of his time, the distance between you grew. Jean's presence in his life, initially a source of mutual respect and friendship, gradually morphed into something more insidious.

Despite your attempts to communicate your feelings and the need for more quality time together, Diluc's focus remained elsewhere. Anniversaries came and went, each one a painful reminder of what you had lost. The final straw was this latest anniversary, spent entirely alone, with nothing but a perfunctory note from Diluc apologizing for his absence.

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With a heavy heart, you made the decision to leave. You packed only the essentials, not wanting to linger any longer than necessary. As you walked through the halls of the Dawn Winery one last time, memories of happier times flashed before your eyes. Lian, sensing your distress, clung to your side, her innocent questions about her father breaking your heart even more.

"Mommy, why isn't Daddy coming with us?" she asked, her wide eyes filled with confusion.

You knelt down to her level, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Daddy has some important things to take care of, sweetheart. But we're going to see Grandma and Grandpa in Liyue. They'll be so happy to see you."

As you left Mondstadt, the weight of your decision settled heavily on your shoulders. You hoped that in Liyue, surrounded by the love and support of your family, you would find the strength to heal and rebuild your life.

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Upon reaching the majestic gates of your family's mansion in Liyue, the familiar sight brought a flood of memories. The towering structure, with its intricate carvings and lush gardens, stood as a testament to the Lu Family's enduring legacy. The servants, upon recognizing you, bowed deeply and addressed you as 'Young Lady.' Their deference reminded you of your true standing, long obscured by the simplicity of life in Mondstadt.

"Mommy, why are they calling you 'Young Lady'?" Lian asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

Taking her small hand in yours, you smiled softly and knelt to her level. "Because, Lian, we are from the Lu Family, the most prestigious family in Liyue. This is our home, and you are my precious daughter, the next in line to this legacy."

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Your parents greeted you with open arms, their joy at seeing you and their granddaughter palpable. Your mother, with tears in her eyes, held you close. "We've missed you so much, my dear. Welcome home."

Your father, the patriarch of the Lu Family, stood tall and proud. His stern expression softened as he looked at you. "You've made the right choice coming back. This is where you belong."

Lian, overwhelmed by the attention and grandeur, clung to your side, her wide eyes taking in the opulent surroundings. You guided her through the mansion, showing her the rooms and gardens that had been your playground as a child. The familiarity of it all brought a sense of comfort and belonging that you hadn't felt in years.

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Life at the Lu Family mansion was a stark contrast to the life you had known with Diluc. Surrounded by opulence and respect, you began to rediscover the strength and grace that had been dulled by years of neglect. You immersed yourself in family affairs, taking on responsibilities that had long been neglected in your absence.

Your parents, recognizing your need to reclaim your identity, involved you in the management of the family's businesses and social engagements. You attended meetings, hosted gatherings, and reconnected with old friends and allies. Each day, you felt a little more like the person you had been before Mondstadt, before Diluc, before the heartache.

Lian, too, thrived in this new environment. She made friends with the children of other noble families, and her laughter echoed through the halls of the mansion. Seeing her happiness, you knew you had made the right decision. This was the life you wanted for her, filled with love, support, and the security of family.

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Meanwhile, Diluc remained ensnared in his affair with Jean, oblivious to the seismic shift that had occurred in your life. His days were consumed by the responsibilities of the Dawn Winery and his secretive vigilante activities, while his nights were filled with clandestine meetings with Jean. He had convinced himself that he was doing the right thing, that his actions were justified by his duty to protect Mondstadt.

But as days turned into weeks, the absence of your presence began to gnaw at him. The empty halls of the Dawn Winery, once filled with your laughter and warmth, now felt cold and lifeless. He found himself reaching for you in the night, only to be met with emptiness. Jean's company, once a source of comfort, now felt hollow and inadequate.

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The turning point came when an ornate invitation arrived at the Dawn Winery. It was an invitation to the annual Lu Family banquet, a coveted event that drew the elite from across Teyvat. Curiosity piqued, Diluc decided to attend, unaware of the shock awaiting him.

The invitation was beautifully crafted, with golden script and intricate designs. It spoke of a grand celebration, honoring the Lu Family's legacy and welcoming the return of their beloved daughter. The significance of the event was not lost on Diluc, and despite his reservations, he knew he had to attend.

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As the date of the banquet approached, Diluc found himself growing increasingly anxious. He couldn't shake the feeling that this event would be more than just a social gathering. He prepared meticulously, choosing his finest attire and ensuring that everything was in order at the Dawn Winery in his absence.

Jean, sensing his unease, tried to reassure him. "It's just a banquet, Diluc. You'll be fine."

But Diluc couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was more at stake. The thought of seeing you again, after all that had happened, filled him with a mix of dread and longing. He knew that he had made mistakes, that he had taken you for granted, and now he would have to face the consequences.

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The grand hall of the Lu Family mansion was resplendent with golden chandeliers and elegant tapestries. The air buzzed with conversations and the clinking of fine china. As Diluc entered, he was struck by the opulence and grandeur of the setting. The hall was filled with dignitaries and nobles, all dressed in their finest attire.

As the banquet reached its peak, the hall fell silent as the patriarch of the Lu Family, your father, took the stage. With a commanding presence, he addressed the assembly. "Today, I am honored to announce the return of my beloved daughter and my only heir. Please welcome her and her daughter, my granddaughter, Lian."

The crowd parted as you stepped forward, Lian by your side. Diluc's breath caught in his throat as he saw you, the woman he had neglected, standing with the dignity and grace of true nobility. Realization struck him like a thunderbolt.

As your father finished his speech, Diluc's legs gave way beneath him. He fell to his knees, tears brimming in his eyes. The weight of his mistakes crushed his spirit, and in that moment of clarity, he knew he had lost something irreplaceable.

"Please," he begged, his voice breaking. "Forgive me. I will end things with Jean. I promise. Just give me another chance."

You looked down at him, your heart a tumult of emotions. The power was now in your hands, and the future lay before you, filled with possibilities you had never dared to dream.

You looked into Diluc's eyes, searching for sincerity. "You hurt me deeply, Diluc. You made me feel invisible and unimportant. Why should I believe that things will be different now?"

Diluc's voice trembled with desperation. "Because I realize now what I have lost. I took you for granted, and I see now how much I need you in my life. Please, give me the chance to make things right."

The depth of his anguish mirrored your own, yet it felt like too little, too late. Your voice quivered with the weight of pent-up emotions. "Do you have any idea what it feels like to be abandoned by the person you love? To watch as they slowly drift away, knowing you're not enough to hold their attention?" Tears welled in your eyes, and you fought to keep them from spilling over. "Every day, I watched you slip further into Jean's arms, and every night, I cried myself to sleep, wondering what I did wrong."

Diluc flinched as if struck, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I was a fool," he whispered, voice breaking. "I let my responsibilities consume me, and I let my fears drive a wedge between us. But I've seen the truth now. Without you, my life is empty."

You shook your head, pain and anger warring within you. "How can I trust you again? You made promises before, Diluc. You vowed to love and cherish me, but those words became hollow. How do I know this isn't just another empty promise?"

He reached out, but you stepped back, creating a chasm between you that mirrored the emotional distance you'd felt for so long. "I understand your doubt," he said, his voice thick with remorse. "But I swear to you, I've changed. I've ended things with Jean. I’ve realized that I can't live without you and Lian."

The mention of your daughter brought fresh tears to your eyes. "Do you know how many times she's asked why her daddy isn't around? How many times I've had to lie and say you were busy because I couldn't bear to tell her the truth?"

Diluc's face crumpled, and he sank further into the ground, a broken man before you. "I'm so sorry," he choked out. "I've failed you both. But please, give me a chance to prove that I can be the husband and father you both deserve. I’ll do anything."

For a long moment, you stood there, the enormity of the decision pressing down on you. The pain he caused was a deep wound, but you also saw the sincerity in his eyes, the desperation in his plea. This was a man shattered by his own mistakes, begging for redemption.

"I need time," you finally whispered. "Time to heal, and time to see if your actions match your words. I won’t let you hurt me or Lian again."

Diluc nodded, tears streaming down his face. "Take all the time you need. I’ll wait. I’ll wait forever if that’s what it takes."

As you turned away, a flicker of hope sparked within you. It was a faint glimmer, buried beneath layers of hurt and betrayal, but it was there. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a chance to rebuild what had been broken. But it would take more than words; it would take time, patience, and a genuine commitment to change. Only time would tell if Diluc could truly make things right.

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can you release another let me,angel chapter on jan 28 bc it’s my birthday 😁😁😁😁😁

You Need To Talk To Daddy, Baby

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

A/N: Happy Birthday, Anon! I hope it's okay that this is after their uni days.

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Asher runs up to his mother, who is waiting outside of the elementary school for her son. Y/N takes him into her arms and carries him to the car. She gets the six-year-old buckled into his car seat before getting into the driver’s seat. The car ride home was filled with a mini-concert between the mother and son. When they get home, they both notice the car in the driveway. Rafe swings the door open at the sound of his wife’s engine and jogs out in his work suit. Asher is quick to hop into his father’s arms. The family heads into the house and goes to get a snack in the kitchen. “Mommy, are Auntie Sarah and Uncle John still coming over tomorrow?” Asher asks with the heel of his feet hitting the cabinet. Y/N looks up from the tea she is making, “Yes, Baby. They are coming for dinner. Why do you want to know?” “Because I have to write about my hero for homework and I want to write about Uncle John,” her son announces. The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board stops at what Asher says. Y/N glances at her husband to see the frown on his face. He places his cutting tool down on the board and leaves the room.

“Rafe, wait,” Y/N tries to halt her husband. He doesn’t listen as he makes his way into their bedroom. The mother turns to her son and approaches him. “What’s wrong with Daddy?” Asher worries, trying to get down from the counter. Y/N keeps him on the counter, “I think he is a little hurt that he isn’t your hero.” The young boy’s face matches his father’s frown. “But he is my hero.”

“Then why do you want to write about Uncle John?”

“Because Mrs. Greenway said that we can’t write about our parents. She wants us to talk to other people.”

“Oh, well I think you need to talk to Daddy, Baby. Maybe explain that to him.”

Asher nods and holds his hand up so Y/N can help him down. She helps him off of the counter, watching him as he goes to talk to Rafe. Rafe turns at the sound of footsteps approaching the room. He turns in the other direction to wipe his tears away. He knows it’s a little silly to be upset about not being his son’s hero, most kids wouldn’t say their parents either, but it digs into Rafe’s fear of not being a good enough father. If Rafe isn’t Asher’s hero, then does that mean Asher doesn’t feel safe with him? Does that mean that Rafe isn’t providing for his son? “Daddy?” The tike’s voice spins Rafe toward him. “Hey, Bud. Is everything okay?” Rafe questions, going to pick his son up. Asher nods, “I’m sorry I made you sad, Daddy.” “It’s okay. You didn’t mean to, Bud. Why don’t you tell me more about your project? Do you need to interview Uncle John?” Rafe reassures his son. Asher gives a small smile, “Yes, Mrs. Greenway gave me a paper with the questions. I have to write the answer on the line. Daddy?” Rafe watches his son look up at him with wide eyes. “Yeah, Bud?” “You are my hero. I have to ask Uncle John the questions because Mrs. Greenway said I can’t ask Mommy or Daddy,” the boy explains.

A wide grin grows on Rafe’s face and Y/N watches from the doorway as her husband pulls their son into a hug. “How about we photocopy your assignment so you can interview Daddy too? Daddy could put it in his office,” she suggests. Rafe flinches at the surprise that his wife is in the room. Asher turns to his mother and his head vigorously moves up and down. “Yeah! I want to in-ter-view Daddy,” he agrees. Y/N starts toward the home office and Rafe follows her in tow. The family spends the afternoon interviewing each other and now, those transcripts are proudly displayed on their kitchen fridge.

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Marvel: Unplanned Chapter Eight

Parings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (First person written though)

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"It says...it says it's positive doll" His voice matching mine in a quiet shaky whisper.

"Fuck... I'm pregnant?"

"Yeah doll, you're pregnant"

"Fuck" I whisper.

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Warnings: Swearing

Chapter Words: 1,287

(I have the urge for every Marvel fanfic I write to have a seperate timeline where nothing bad happens, and everyone is happy)

As I hit 28 weeks of pregnancy, the symptoms got worse. My chest hurt and my throat felt like fire.

"Fuck" I hiss whilst walking into the very busy Avengers kitchen, Bucky were in there, along with most of the Avengers. "Fucking heartburn, Barnes, I hate you" I didn't, but heartburn was probably one of the most horrid feelings ever.

Bucky puts his drink down and looks at me, his expression a mixture of confusion and amusement.

"Doll, I know you're uncomfortable, but you can't blame me for heartburn" He answers, I look at him glaring.

"You put a baby in me, it's all your fault" I sneer. Bucky chuckles softly, his expression turning mildly smug.

"Well doll...I certainly hand a hand in that, but it takes two to make a baby" He teases.

"Shut up" I say, gagging "Fuck"

Bucky's expression suddenly isn't smut anymore, concern replacing his amusement. I glare at him again but hold my hand out to him.

"Come on, doctor's appointment...Ready to hear her heartbeat?" I ask, trying to smile. He nods eagerly, a small smile on his lips.

"Ready to hear our little peanut's heartbeat" He grins, I shake my head at the nickname. We say our goodbyes to the Avengers and make our way to the doctors. The anxiety I felt every time I visited the doctors came, making my heartburn worse, but I soon forgot that when Doctor Addams showed us the heartbeat, the little noise filled the room, and Bucky and I were silent as he listened to the soft fluttering.

"That's...that's our baby" Bucky whispers.

"Yeah, that's our girl"

Bucky's smile widens, his eyes shining with pride and jow, he squeezes my hand. Once we were done in the doctor's office, we decided to do some more baby shopping, we had brought all the main things we needed, but it was still fun to look around the shops. Bucky followed me around the store pushing the shopping cart.

"What do you think about this little dress? It's pink, your favourite doll" Bucky smirks, holding up a little pink dress.

"Oh that's so cute" I say, Bucky smiles, pleased I agreed with him, he places the dress into the cart and grabs another item.

"How about this?" He asks, I look over to see him holding a onesie that reads 'Daddy's girl', he grins looking at me with an excited, hopeful expression.

"Oh my god, yes, we're so getting that, she's going to be such a daddy's girl" I grin. I look around, looking at different items when I see a frog plus, I pick it up and show Bucky.

"She needs this" I say, Bucky raises an eyebrow at me.

"A frog?"

"Yeah, baby girl needs a froggie plush" I say, my reasoning silly, but it was the cutest toy. We continue looking around, grabbing more clothes here and there, a few toys for when she's a toddler.

"Hey Bucks, I thought of a name,..." I say quietly. Bucky's eyes light up as he looks at me.

"You thought of a name? Tell me love" He smiles, I shiver slightly at his pet name and blush.

"Jamie...after you" I say quietly. I watch as Bucky's expression softens, a small touched smile appears on his lips.

"Jamie" He says softly. "After me?..You want to name our little girl after me?"

"Maybe, what do you think?"

Bucky takes a moment to answer, his hand looking through a big bin of toys in the store.

"Jamie...I like it...I like it a lot doll" He smiles, his eyes meeting mine "Jamie Barnes, it's got a nice ring to it"

"Barnes?" I question, smirking "So sure she'll have your last name, not mine?

"It's tradition for the baby to take the father's name, ain't it?" He asks, grinning.

"Maybe back in your day" I smirk playfully. He rolls his eyes, matching my playful smirk.

"No need to make me sound like a fossil, I'm only a hundred and six, thank you very much" He says as he pokes my side.

"What a completely normal sentence" I joke "Shall we buy these and go home?" I say motioning to the shopping cart. Bucky nods and we buy the items and head back to the compound, we walked to the common room, our bags of stuff still in hand. Sam makes a joke about us buying the whole baby section of the store.

It was evening time, and we still sat in the common room with everyone, Nat smirked at me as she drank from her glass of wine.

"God, don't tease me woman" I say, my mouth watering at the glass.

"Only a few more months" She smirks, taking a large gulp of the wine.

"Bucks" I say, getting my boyfriend's attention "When I give birth, will you have one of those mini bottles of vodka ready for him?"

I watch as Bucky raises an eyebrow at me, a mixture of surprise and amusement on his face.

"Doll, seriously?" He asks, chuckling.

"Not sure why you're surprised" I say, it wasn't exactly a secret that I enjoyed a drink.

"You're right" He chuckles, shaking his head.

We finally decide to go back to our room, we walked into the nursery first, we had painted it pink, and gotten it ready, near enough, we put the things we brought today away. And I sat down on the rocking chair, smiling up at Bucky.

"Think, in a few months I'll be sitting here with a baby in my arms"

Bucky's expression softens at my words, he looks at me as if he were imagining. "Yeah I can picture it.. you'll be a great mama doll, our little girl will be lucky to have you"

"And you, babe"

"I'll be there for you both, every step of the way... Our little girl is gonna have two parents who love her more than anything" He says, grinning widely.

"I'm really happy I choice to keep her...I really wasn't sure at the start, but I definitely think I made the right choice" I say quietly, I rest my hand on my bump.

"I'm really happy too doll, I know it was a tough decision, but I'm glad you choice to keep her, I can't wait to meet our girl"

"Me neither baby" I whisper "Going back to the name, I really do like Jamie, but I can understand if you don't want to name her after yourself"

Bucky gazes at me intently, his eyes gentle and sincere. "Doll, I like it, I really like the name Jamie"

"Yeah it does, and no one calls you James anyways, so it wouldn't be too weird, would it?" I ask. Bucky shakes his head, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

"No, I don't think it'll be weird"

"And I'm willing to let her last name be Barnes, on one condition" I say carefully.

"Yes darling?"

"That one day, I'll also get to have the last name Barnes" I say, blushing madly. His eyes widen slightly.

"Doll, you mean...you want to take my last name one day?" He asks, his voice laced with disbelief.

"Yeah.. I mean, I'm not ready for marriage any time soon, but one day, I can see myself marrying you" I admit, feeling bashful and silly as I do.

"I'd like that too doll, someday, one day..I want to marry you, make you all mine, officially" He grins widely, his teeth showing as he walked closer to me. I got up from the rocking chair and stepped close to him.

"Still mental to think, we hated each other" I chuckle.

"Yeah doll, from hating one another to having a kid together, who would've thought?"

"Not me" I giggle.

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stargazing15 · 2 years ago

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Dad's shirt

Jake x wife reader & daughter

Summary: it was Jake's third father's day and your daughter really loves the gift.

A/N: For those who voted for dad Jake, here you go! I didn't give the reader and Jake's daughter a name, I couldn't decide on a good one

Enjoy!

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"Daddy is going to be home soon, you know what to say to daddy, sweetheart?" You asked you daughter.

"Yes mommy, how long? Not wait!" She still tried to use as less words as possible, a little stubbornness or laziness -you still hadn't figured out which one it was- but most certainly inherent from her father.

"It is I cannot wait, sweetie. I don't know, depends on daddy's boss and if daddy's plane has been nice today. Less than an hour. Okay?" Jake had texted you he was on way right before he left.

"Befo sleep?"

"Before. Of course, he will be here before sleeptime." The moment you said your last words, keys opened the front door.

"DADDY!" And off she was to the hallway.

"Hello little munchkin. You have been good to mommy?"

"The best!" You heard her say proudly.

"Come, come, come." Jake got pulled inside by your much smaller daughter, but with a big and excited smile on her face. Not matter how bad Jake's day might have been, she made sure it was always ending good. Younger Jake never thought he wanted this, but coming home to his loved ones was all he needed to be happy, the medals or mission successes weren't the peak of his happiness anymore.

"Hi baby." Jake gave you a quick peck on the lips.

"Hi sweetest daddy of our wonderful princess."

"Daddy, no looking, I have surprise. And mommy too! Come mommy. No cheating daddy!" Jake had closed his eyes and placed his hand in front of them.

"Look no cheating little munchkin, my eyes are closed. But I can't wait to see your surprise." He encouraged him/her.

"Come mommy." The two of you grabbed the neatly wrapped gift and made your way back to Jake to deliver the gift.

"Okay babe, keep your eyes closed and place your hands in front of you. And you here, stop jumping around for a second, you are going to trip over your own feet."

"No babe, DADDY." You and Jake giggled at her comment while you were laying the gift in his hands.

"Yes yes sweetie, daddy open up your eyes." Jake opened up his eyes and tried his best for the three year old to look as surprised as possible.

"HAPPY DADDY DAY!" She screamed as loud as she possibly could, poor neighbors, and started to jump up and down again. "Open, open!"

"I think you are the one who is most excited, will you help daddy?"

"Yes." Not even a second after Jake's answer she dragged his arm down to her level so she could help. Jake carefully removed the ribbon so your little girl could start destroying the wrapping paper.

Once the paper was removed the excited little one became even more excited, yes that was possible.

"DADDY DADDY LOOK!" Jake got a drawing smacked in his face by a very proud toddler. This made Jake burst out in laughing. The little ball of joy always managed to do something that put a smile on your faces.

"Wow little munchkin, did you make this?"

"YES, by myself!"

"It is really beautiful, I guess this here is mommy and there are you and this is me with my plane?"

"Yes!"

Jake now took the gift in his hand and unfolded it. It was a white t-shirt with the black text 'I'm the coolest dad' on it. In the O's were replaced by emoji's with aviators on. "I'll wear this proudly, who made the choice?"

"Me!" Your daughter said while raising her hand up.

"She has good taste. Clearly from me."

"Dork." You whispered with a smirk.

And then instead of trying it on himself, Jake took the shirt and put it over your daughter's head and lowered it down her little body, until it hit the ground. "It fits you perfectly little munchkin." Loving the the compliment, she kissed her daddy on the cheek and gave him a big hug.

"Mommy, LOOK!"

"Wow sweetie, is that a dress?"

"Noooo, daddy's shirt!" She mocked you, like you just asked her the dumbest question ever. Being miss smarty-pants, was definitely one of the other things she inherited from Jake.

"Come on you two, photoshoot. Let's go outside, the sun is shining. Mom and dad will be there in a second. Can you search for a nice spot?" She immediately ran off to search the sport in the garden.

"Well, beautiful mommy, thank you for the wonderful gift, although I think she might wear it more often than me." Jake said to you while wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his nose in your neck. "I missed you today, I always miss you."

"Missed you too." Jake pulled you in for a kiss and deepened the kiss immediately. God you missed this one-on-one time.

"EEEWWWW, gross!" Your princess stood in the door with her small hands on her hips, being a little toddler-boss. "Photo!"

"Okay, okay, we're coming."

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chronic-claire-universe · 2 years ago

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Ran Haitani: Embarassing Question

Hello dust bunnies, it’s my husband birthday and obviously I’m going to celebrate it! I know that most of you voted for the smut on the poll but I came up with a huge idea, a mini story about Ran as a father and how he changes throughout time.

Warnings: Suggestive, Mentions Of S*x, Overall Fluff

Plot: It’s Ran’s birthday and he can’t help but show his love to you and your kids, Momo and Ren, who needs their father to explain something really basilar like love

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 coming soon

Love it’s your birthday!!

Ran Haitani isn’t a man that forgets celebrations but he’s been so caught up with work and fatherhood that looks at you so shocked, “What I didn’t even realize!?” he says to you while playing with your son and daughter, “I guess I got so caught up in all the excitement from today and all the talk about the kids to realize that it’s my birthday my love!

“It’s an important day, how could you forget?” you say while kissing him and looking to Ren and Momo, “Well you’re right, it is an important day after all, it’s my birth, the one and only” he says with his signature smirk while braiding Momo’s hair “So thank you so much for remembering this important day for me” he continues and lean into your ear “And don’t worry, we can celebrate in a more proper way when the kids are asleep” he winks. Ran Haitani is still capable of making you blush even after 10 years of relationship and 2 children in your family, but the same goes for his wife “Is that so? Whisper me what you want to do my love” you say playing with him while the kids look clueless at your flirting behaviors, “What do you want me to whisper, my love?” he says with a grin while dangerously caressing your hip making you feel self aware of your horniness, “I’ll be more than happy to, you are very important to me, what do you want me to do, my love?” he continues while peppering kisses all over your face. “It’s your birthday my love, I want you to whisper me what you desire for today” you say with a smile while looking at him and then your kids, “Ah well if that’s the case, it would be my deepest wish if I could spend the day with you and the kids and just share our day as the family we are and continue enjoying our precious life together, my love” he confesses, still looking at your kids who turn to you, interrupting their game. “Would that be alright with you my love?” he finishes and then you look at him with a lot of love, “Nothing more? We will have some free time when the kids will be sleeping” you say hoping to cherish some intimacy between yourselves.

“Oh? Do you have something in mind, my love?” he asks excitedly to hear how much you need him, “Mmm my birthday boy deserves to feel good, do you wanna get laid?” you whisper trying not to let the kids hear, “Your wish is my command my love” Ran says like a devoted husband, getting close to kiss Ran feels the kids tugging at his pants, “How old are you daddy?” the kids ask curiously “Huuu ohh, I’m thirtyfive now, I’m getting old that’s for sure, but it’s a great excuse for a celebration and some cake on, right?” he asks, caressing their blond hair and you smile, taking the big cake out of the fridge “Wanna help daddy to blow the candles?” he asks and your daughter and son smile happily ready to help their daddy in the important task

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR RAN, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUU

Ren and Momo clap their chubby hands happily blowing the candles with Ran and you snap a photo, “Awww thanks babies” Ran says hugging the children who enjoy their father's affection. “So what did you gift me for the big day?” Ran asks turning to you and you offer him a big bouquet of flowers and the children give him a drawing, kissing their father’s cheeks, “You guys have always such thoughtful gifts for me, thanks I love them” he says hugging you and kissing his kids back.

“Ok so what’s the other gift?” he says with a teasing tone and soon you blush knowing he’s tempting you and you whisper “Well I thought I could give you some good sex daddy” you whisper and Ran smirks saying “Hmmmm, oh, how naughty, I look forward to tonight then”.

“Daddy, what’s sex? Why does mommy kiss you in the mouth?” Momo asks, you and Ran both choke on your wine and look shocked at your daughter, “Ha oh I see so we reached that age where the kids need to start understanding these types of things already?” Ran says with a little blush, “It seems like my little darlings may not be kids for so much longer, and that just means I need to have a few serious conversations, so, in that case, I will let you know all you need to know about these things”.

Momo and Ren eagerly nod to their father's reply and wait for an explanation, but you look shocked to your husband “They’re still in primary school are we sure about telling them?”

“Well it is an awkward conversation and maybe it’s not age-appropriate, but I think we can tell them the right informations in a gentle way” Ran says and you smile at him “It might be better for them if they know at least the basics rather than learning from questionable sources” you add and Ran smiles at your agreement, “PLEASE DADDY TELL US!” Momo and Ren ask and he smiles sitting with them on the sofa.

“Alright then, I will do my best to explain to you without scaring you kids, it is a very delicate subject and I don’t want you to become frightened so I will take it nice and slow”. Momo and Ren nod again and sit each one on your laps “Ok so you know kids when two people love each other very much? They might express their love in different ways, by hugging, by kissing and holding hands, have you seen that with your mother and I?” he says with a smile while Momo hugs him and Ren listens attentively, “Those are great ways to show love but there are other ways too” “Like you know when two people get married because they love each other?” you say and Ren jumps and takes back a photo where you’re kissing each other at your weddings, “That’s right Ren!” you say taking the photo and showing it to Momo and Ran, making him smile “Well you see, when two people love each other very much, sometimes they want to express their love for each other in more adult ways” Ran continues while the kids tilt their head “Adult ways?” Momo asks curiously, “There are some things that kids shouldn’t know, so you have to be very careful with what you tell them about these things, these are things that you won’t know until you’re much older, and I hope that you please could keep it a secret until then, do you understand kids?” Ran says seriously hoping that Momo and Ren won’t keep questioning these things and not taint their innocent minds.

Momo and Ren look confused but surprised, “Can I read it on mommy encyclopedia, dad?” Ren asks taking a bite of cake, “Well hmm, you can read it, but remember it will help you only picturing it, it will be really different in real life” Ran says asking for your assistance, “I agree, mommy will explain to you when you will be in love for the first time Ren” you say ruffling your son’s hair. “Ok then if you say so love” Ran says taking your hand and giving you pure smile, “Well then let’s just say that for now, this is a grown up things, for mommies and daddies, but just know, when the time comes, there might some things you could do to prevent any trouble, and there are always people you can talk to about it. When the time comes your mother and I will be there for you and explain to you, alright?”.

Momo stares cutely at you and you can tell how much she’s happy to be sharing this moment with her beloved daddy and family, “Daddy does this mean you don’t love me and Ren as you do with mommy?” you giggle hugging her and her brother and soon Ran join “You two are my children, and I love you both so dearly, it’s just that, at the end of the day, what your mother and I share, is something special, and only for two of us. You kids may not understand yet, but one day you will, and that’s when you’ll know what true love can be like, my darlings”. “A different kind of love doesn’t mean that we don’t love you, of course being in love with each other it’s important but our love wouldn’t be so strong without you kids, in this sense the love we have for you it’s really important to grow that’s why you’re as much as important as your mother, and I wouldn’t trade you for anything else in the world” Ran says trying to make your children understand the importance of their existence and how his life wouldn’t be the same without them.

You nod a bit moved and self conscious about you and Ran and smile, “Thanks for loving us so dearly” you say kissing him making his birthday even more significant, “Your love and your happiness are my greatest priorities my love, so I will always do to make everything in my power to make you happy” the kids smile assisting to so much love from their parents, “Just know that you will always be my sunshine and you will always have a special place in my heart” he says to the kids and you engulfing you in a big hug.

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anxiousgaypanicking · 1 month ago

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What You Need

Synopsis: Two days without eating and three without sleeping sounded like the normal schedule for college student Logan Berry. He’s in class all day and works all night just to barely pay off his rent every month. Constant bills leave little room for bare necessities, and it’s clear that his current lifestyle is very damaging. While looking for solutions, he comes across one that seems… mediocre at best, but he’s desperate. What is this solution? A sugar daddy.

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Part Ten

Masterlist

“Hey, Mom,” Logan answers, as he turns away from Janus in order to pick up his ringing phone. Janus immediately perks up at Logan’s words, and after a bit of shaking and mouthing words, Logan begrudgingly puts the phone on speaker. “Yeah, I’m just at home. There’s no class today.”

“Nothing to study?” his mom - Caroline - asks. Her words aren’t meant to be playful, and they cause Janus’s face to scrunch up in disgust.

Logan merely answers “no; we won’t get our material for this semester’s exams until closer to Christmas.”

“Are the exams right before break?”

“Unfortunately,” Logan says, and Janus seems significantly more disinterested in their rather stiff conversation. He almost goes to get up and leave to grab snacks, only for Caroline to say somebody’s name and call them over.

Then, she clears her throat. “I think you know the real reason me and your father called, though,” she starts, which has Logan looking a bit more sheepish.

“Yeah.”

“Happy birthday, Logan!” the male - Logan’s father, Anthony - exclaims, followed by a softer and more stoic “happy birthday,” from his mother.

“Thanks,” Logan awkwardly responds, as Janus gives him one of the most dramatic looks of shock and betrayal he’s ever seen. “I miss you guys.”

“We miss you, too,” Anthony replies. “Are you still coming home for Christmas?”

Logan ignores Janus shaking his leg wildly in favor of replying to his parents, though that doesn’t dissuade Janus’s shocked movements as he tries to get Logan’s attention (no doubt to scold him for neglecting to bring up it was his birthday). “That’s the plan.”

“That’s good. Just let us know when you’ll have off, and I’ll purchase your ticket,” Caroline says. “How long would you estimate your school will be out?”

Logan makes a face of confusion, and looks towards Janus for help. Janus shrugs, before shaking Logan faster as he whisper-shouts “it’s your birthday?!”

Nodding, Logan whispers back “yes,” and then pushes Janus away and onto his back on his bed. He watches as Janus rolls over and rushes to pull out his phone, which he then begins furiously typing on. Logan thinks nothing of it as he tells Caroline “I assume about two weeks, but it could be longer. I’ll email one of my professors and check if they know.”

“Sounds good,” Anthony affirms. “We can’t wait to see you.”

“The feeling is mutual.” Logan feels his own phone begin to buzz in his hand, and as he glances at his notifications, he sees both texts and calls beginning to flood in from Remus and Roman. Face going bright red, Logan shoots a wide-eyed look towards Janus, who is grinning proudly back at him. “I have to go… I am admittedly kind of busy.”

“Well, in that case, don’t let us keep you,” Caroline softly sighs, before Anthony happily says “we love you! Make sure to bring some of your physics work down when you come to visit; I miss science!”

Logan ignores his father’s request, and instead says “I love you too,” before hanging up. He continues to clutch his vibrating phone in two hands, as he’s suddenly swarmed with a slew of messages.

“Did you tell the twins it was my birthday?” he asks, as Janus immediately grabs his shoulders.

“Of course I did,” Janus answers, before sassily turning this back around on Logan. “Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?!”

Logan looks a bit surprised at the question, before he throws his phone aside. It lands off to the side, near his pillows. “I honestly didn’t think it was that big of a deal!”

Logan stands and pushes himself out of bed. He’d spent all morning lounging around in pajamas with Janus, as they both slowly woke themselves up. Having free time was weird, and Logan continuously found himself just pacing the length of his apartment as he struggled with not having to go straight to work after labs and lectures. Janus had been spending the night more often, which Logan actually enjoyed considering he got both company, and a ride to campus the next day.

“It’s a huge deal,” Janus insists, as he follows Logan out of his room and into the kitchen. A majority of Logan’s counters were covered in packaged food, as not everything Remus and Roman bought for him could fit into his cabinets. “How would you feel if I didn’t tell you my birthday?”

Logan grabs an apple from his fridge. “I’d feel fine,” he answers, before taking a bite. “It’s your birthday. What would it matter to me that you prefer to keep it private?”

“Do you prefer to keep your birthday private?”

Tossing Janus an apple of his own, Logan thinks for a moment. “I truly have no preference; it’s simply another day. Turning twenty-one was honestly the last big ‘birthday’ of my life, because at least then I could drink. Now, I can still drink, so I haven’t really had any reason to celebrate.”

“You get to let loose for a day!” Janus insists. “You get to have the people you love around you, all cherishing your existence!”

Though the thought of that does sound nice, Logan raises an eyebrow at that description coming from Janus.

Catching on, Janus smiles cheekily. “Okay, okay. And you get free food and gifts.” Janus leans against the counter. “I personally like being spoiled and pampered for a day. It’s a great opportunity to be a little selfish while everyone bends to heed your beck and call.”

“And by ‘everyone,’ in this situation, are you implying you’ll be at my ‘beck and call?’”

Janus hums as he considers the rhetorical question. “Maybe not me; I’m not good at treating others. The twins however…”

Logan smiles softly as he thinks about the twins, and how quickly they seemed to read and take action in response to Janus’s text. “I didn’t need them to know it was my birthday,” he says, though he doesn’t sound like he minds all too much. “That’s like telling your employer it’s your birthday.”

“Except in this case, your employer is a hot guy who can buy you expensive gifts,” Janus argues. “Or buy you a nice dinner, or take you out.”

“All Remus does already is take me out. I don’t need to use my birthday as an excuse to get him to bring me someplace nice.” Logan brings his apple to his lips, but he doesn’t bite it, instead too lost in thought. After a moment, he adds “I don’t know if I should go out today, anyway. A few of my professors already released study guides for the upcoming exams. It might be more time efficient to spend my birthday studying.”

Janus flops onto his couch, and ends up groaning out “ugh, that’s no fun. I hate exams. I can’t wait until I’m out of college and never have to take another test.”

Logan sits beside him, though he has to physically lift Janus’s legs off his cushions in order to plop himself down. He does let Janus prop his calves up on his thighs afterwards however. He finally sinks his teeth into his Red Delicious.

Both of them enjoy their fruity breakfast in silence, and Logan even finishes his fruit fully, before he turns to Janus and says “you know… I’ve never asked what you’re majoring in.”

Janus glances at him, as he swishes a small chunk of apple back and forth in his mouth. “You’re right. You haven’t.”

“What is it?”

“Psychology.”

Immediately, Logan is chuckling, and shaking his head slightly. “Really? No judgement or anything, of course, but I honestly can’t imagine you being a counselor or a psychiatrist, and I know those are the two main fields people go into psychology for.”

Janus kicks Logan lightly, and utters “dick… but, you’re right. I dislike people too much to dedicate my career to listening and helping. For the most part, at least.” Stretching his legs out, Janus crosses one ankle over the other, and lovingly digs his soles into Logan’s thighs. “I want to be a psychopathologist and help actually research and study mental illnesses and disabilities. But that requires a graduate degree, which means I’m basically going to be stuck in college for the rest of my life.”

“It won’t be the rest of your life,” Logan quells him, as he pushes Janus’s legs away. He takes Janus’s apple core and holds it with his own, before tossing their chewed remnants into the trash. “Just a good majority of your young-adult years.”

“That’s too many years, in my opinion.” Janus wiggles himself far into the couch to get comfortable, and ends up looking like he’s going to take a nap. However, he very quickly hits Logan with “don’t think this is distracting me from the fact it’s your birthday, though. Try and deflect all you want, but you can’t escape the real topic at hand.”

As if on cue, Janus’s phone begins to ring. He reaches into the deep, warm pockets of his pajama pants and pulls it out, before grinning smugly and tossing it to Logan.

“It’s Remus,” Janus says, as he crosses his arms behind his head.

Logan can clearly read the caller ID, but thanks Janus anyway as he answers the phone, and immediately clicks it to speaker.

“Janus!” Remus immediately exclaims, voice both incredibly loud and wildly distorted, as if the phone is being dangled out the window of a fast-moving car. “Tell Logan to answer his fucking phone! I have to wish him a happy birthday!”

“You’re talking to Logan,” Logan answers, before adding a soft “hi, Remus. My phone’s in my room; Janus and I were eating breakfast.”

“Ugh! You’ve been torturing me! Here I am trying to contact my baby boy, and he’s ignoring me! On his birthday! Which he didn’t even tell me about! Now I’m about to show up empty-handed on the most important day of the year!”

“About to show up…” Logan repeats, before furrowing his eyebrows and asking with a smile “are you coming here?”

“Of course we are! Roman’s tagging along of course, but that’ll just be to steal you and Janus so we can take you out for a real celebration!”

“Remus, I-”

There’s a bunch of noise that blasts through the phone, making Logan cringe as his hand stims against his thigh. The glitching, buzzing noise is only briefly cut through with Roman yelling at Remus for “speeding” (or something akin - it’s hard to make out), before it settles. Once the phone sounds normal again, Logan says “Remus, you really don’t have to rush all this way. Janus and I aren’t even dressed, and I really-”

Abruptly, the phone hangs up. Sighing, Logan turns towards Janus with an eye roll.

“There’s no dissuading them, is there?” he asks.

“Nope.” Though his eyes are closed, Janus’s mouth stretches into a teasing smile. “Guess you better prepare to have the best twenty-something birthday ever.”

Logan snorts. “You don’t even know how old I am?”

“You don’t know how old I am,” Janus counters. “We’re evenly matched.”

“I’m turning twenty-two.”

“Fuck.” Janus sits up properly. “I was betting we were the same age.”

“You’re not twenty-two? Oh, please don’t tell me you’re younger. I don’t like the implication you’ve been drinking underage…”

Janus stretches his leg out to kick Logan’s thigh before he sits back down. “Calm down; I’m twenty-three. If I was drinking underage, I wouldn’t be doing it in front of you. You look like the snitching type.”

Logan’s nose scrunches up. “It wouldn’t be snitching; it’d be looking out for your developmental growth. If you drink underage it can lead to memory impairment, difficulty controlling impulses, aggressive and depressive behaviors-”

“As if drinking at twenty would be significantly worse than drinking at twenty-one.”

“You shouldn’t be advocating for underage drinking anyway. It’s the law.”

“Law-shmaw,” Janus muses, “it’s all just government propaganda…”

Logan narrows his eyes, and crosses his arms over his chest as his weight shifts from one leg to the other. “Now you’re just fucking with me.”

Janus laughs, and gives a playful shrug, which has Logan shaking his head in mock disappointment. He goes to sit back down next to him and relax until the twins inevitably arrive, but luckily they seem to get here far faster than Logan expects them to.

Loud knocking echoes suddenly throughout Logan’s small apartment. Judging by the quick and repeated bangs, they’re clearly impatient, so Logan moves quickly to let them inside.

Immediately Logan’s being grabbed and spun around, and his face is aggressively rubbed against Remus’s own with such intensity Logan believes he might actually develop rug burn from Remus’s prickly mustache. “Happy birthday!” Remus squeals, as Logan’s twirled around and around until he’s dizzy, with Remus squeezing him so tight Logan finds himself incapable of taking in even the smallest of breaths. When he’s finally placed back down on, Roman immediately butts in front of Remus, and takes Logan’s hand in his. Roman kisses his knuckles, and bows dramatically deep.

“Happy birthday,” he says, grinning charmingly. “We’re here to make sure today is the best day of your entire life.”

Remus immediately elbows Roman in the side. “Piss off,” he hisses, before scooping Logan into his arms as Roman pouts and goes to grab Janus. “I’m here to make sure today is special,” Remus says, a lot more quietly, as though his words are meant for Logan and Logan only. “Roman and I were brainstorming the entire car ride… Though, we could have had way more time to plan if someone didn’t neglect to tell me that the most important day of the year was rapidly approaching.”

“I didn’t think it was this important,” Logan argues, as Remus attacks his face with sloppy kisses. “And I don’t mean that in any sort of… self deprecating way. I just thought that as an adult it’d be akin to any other day.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” Remus murmurs, before kissing Logan’s head. “It can be fun, and exciting, and an excuse to get a little freaky.”

Logan snorts. “As if you need an excuse to get freaky.”

Remus laughs, and gives Logan a final spin before Janus grabs Logan’s house keys and leads them out the door, reminding Logan that it’s the twins’ intention to treat him today.

Remus and Logan lag behind Roman and Janus, who load into the front and passenger seat in the nice car they drove here in, leaving the back to Remus and Logan.

“Hey,” Logan starts, as Remus tosses him into the backseat. “I don’t want to go out anywhere today, if that’s okay. I’m fine going back to your place, but any sort of dinner or shopping trip isn’t something I’m currently in the mood for. I’m also still in pajamas, so I’m definitely not currently suited for anything fancy.”

“Boo!” Roman groans from the front seat, as he starts the car. “Who doesn’t want to go out on their birthday?”

“Me,” Logan insists.

Janus sets a hand affectionately on Roman’s upper arm, and playfully says “don’t worry Roman, my birthday’s coming up soon. And I love being taken out.”

Roman grins, but rolls his eyes. “Oh, I’m aware.”

“Ignore them,” Remus mutters, as he pulls Logan close to him, forgoing seatbelts in favor of cuddling. “We can stay home; honestly, that works better for me. I’ll have easy access to my cash, and since today is totally a holiday, you’ll be making time and a half!”

Before Logan can argue that time and a half is reserved solely for federal holidays, Remus is setting his hand on his lower back and pulling him into a deep kiss, with Logan easily parting his lips to let Remus messily lick into his mouth.

Then, when Remus pulls away, he nibbles on Logan’s earlobe, mumbling “you taste fruity” as he smears spit over the side of Logan’s face, though Logan doesn’t seem to mind the dribbling mess.

“Is there anything you do want to do for your birthday?” Janus then asks, twisting in the front seat to make eye contact with Logan, who has to tilt his head back thanks to being currently seated backwards on Remus’s lap. “Like watching movies, or having a little potluck?”

“Ooo! We can order pizza from that pizzeria Roman and I spotted downtown!” Remus proposes.

Logan’s stomach grumbles, despite the apple he just ate. His face flushes as Remus gives him a knowing look, and so Logan sheepishly agrees “pizza doesn’t sound too bad…” which has Roman cheering in the front seat.

“We can pick some up now,” Remus suggests, squeezing his arms around Logan’s midsection. “For an early lunch. And then we can order something just as fatty for dinner, and make sure the birthday boy is stuffed so full he might pop! Like a gut-filled piñata!”

Though Logan flushes at the comparison, Roman turns shades of green in the front seat.

“Gross, Remus,” Roman complains, as he turns towards the pizza place he and Remus had seemingly noticed some time recently. “Don’t say stuff like that right before we eat.”

“We’re not eating yet,” Remus argues, before sticking his tongue out towards the rearview mirror, which Roman childishly mimics, before adjusting the mirror in order to avoid having to look at Remus’s face. Remus snickers at the reaction, more than pleased with himself, and then goes right back to kissing over Logan’s cheeks.

Roman drives them to the food joint, and it really is a quaint space. It’s a medium-sized building sandwiched between other shops and stores, and people line the cramped sidewalk. Even though it’s the middle of the day, and it's breezy out, people still duck into cheap clothing boutiques and the small, sit-in spaces for warmth and food. Just a few paces away from the shop - which Logan sees is named “Patton’s Pizzeria” - is a quaint cafe, where people walk in shivering, and walk out cupping warm coffee.

That being said, Patton’s Pizzeria isn’t without its own customers, and as the four of them hurry inside, they see almost all of the booths are packed with people, sharing rather large, gooey, greasy pizzas between themselves. Logan’s stomach twists excitedly at the sight; sure, he’d get to eat shitty fast food from his work after a shift, but this was different. This wasn’t shitty fast food. Those massive pizza ovens in clear view of customers said these pizzas would be anything but; wood fired and specially made-to-order.

And smiling wide at the counter is a tall, fat man, with his sleeves rolled up exposing hairy arms with flour brushed over his forearms and elbows. He’s leaning on the counter, causing a golden cross necklace to dangle, and he looks both incredibly comfortable and overwhelmingly friendly. His nametag displays that he is the aptly named “Patton,” which then leads Logan to the conclusion that this must be his pizzeria.

“Howdy, kiddos,” Patton greets them, his tone somehow even warmer than the ovens burning behind him. “What can I get started for you?”

Remus and Roman glance at each other, before basically shoving Logan and Janus forward.

“I’ll eat whatever,” Remus shrugs, and he means what he says.

Roman however, is a lot more picky, and very sternly huffs towards Janus “you can get whatever, but if it’s anything with anchovies know that I will not be kissing you for the rest of the night. The last thing I need is fish on my breath.”

“Who says me and my fish breath would want to kiss you anyway?” Janus sticks his tongue out at Roman, who feigns betrayal at the comment.

Logan just looks towards Remus. “Does that mean we’re ordering two pizzas, then?”

“Order as many as you want,” Remus encourages. “Whatever you don’t eat for lunch you guys can just take home as leftovers and gorge yourself on whenever you feel like it.” Stretching his arms around Logan’s figure, Remus shamelessly grabs and squeezes at Logan’s stomach through his shirt. “God knows you could stand to overeat and gain a few pounds…”

Logan flushes, and pushes Remus’s hands away.

“I’d just like a cheese pizza, with spinach on it,” Logan asks, having to look away from Patton’s kind gaze solely out of embarrassment.

“What size would you prefer?”

Remus cuts in before Logan can speak up. “As big as they get, baby,” he whoops, before nudging Janus. “For both pizzas!”

Patton chuckles. “That sounds good to me! So one cheese and spinach; what about for the other pie?”

“Meat lover’s,” Janus requests, which has Roman looking incredibly excited.

“A pizza named after you,” Remus then teases, which has Janus promptly flipping him off.

“One cheese and spinach, one meat lover’s.” Patton rings the order into his register. “Both as big as they get. That’ll be sixteen dollars even!”

“No tax?” Logan inquires.

Patton winks at him. “Tax is included, but everything’s rounded to quarter increments. It’s a mess attempting to count pennies and dimes at the end of the night, but quarters are simple.”

“I’m more impressed at the total being under twenty,” Janus says, raising an eyebrow. “Just sixteen dollars? Even for a full meat pizza?”

“My focus is more on making good pies than making crazy money. I’d rather fill other people's stomachs than my own wallet. Admittedly, I don’t need much profit to be comfortable in my current lifestyle anyway… I just like to cook!” As Remus and Roman push and shove each other, arguing over who gets to pay, Patton leans forward on the counter and lowers his voice just loud enough for only Janus and Logan to hear. “Feel free to watch,” he says, sounding almost cheery to be inviting their eyes to his ovens, “getting to see the dough golden and the cheese bubble is my favourite part of making pizza… and the smell… there’s practically a guarantee y'all will be drooling.”

“Take my money!” Remus shouts, as he basically shoves himself between Janus and Logan, throwing his card at Patton. It smacks Patton rather comedically in the face, and then slides down and onto the counter. Though Logan cringes at the situation, Patton seems to take it well, and ends up bursting out in laughter.

As Roman pouts and stomps his feet, Patton uses Remus’s card to pay for the pizzas, and then hands it back a lot more gracefully than it was handed to him.

“Feel free to take a seat while your pizza’s bakin’,” Patton insists, and nods towards an empty booth. “But if sittin’ isn’t your thing, then you’re welcome to crowd around the counter and watch the pies bake. I just have to prep them in the back really quick, and then they’ll slide right into the oven.”

Patton then heads into the door behind the counter, where the dough and ingredients no doubt lay. Janus takes Patton up on his offer and slides into a booth, stretching out nice and comfortably in the seats. Roman settles next to him. Logan meanwhile lingers by the counter, curious to see the pizzas be properly fired in the large brick ovens.

Remus whistles. “I’m so fucking pumped for this,” he exclaims, looking hungrily towards the fresh pizzas being passed between families. “Not only does this shit look delicious, but it’s always been a fantasy of mine to watch gooey cheese drip down onto a hot guy’s tits. And luckily, today I have the hottest guy with me!”

Logan snorts. “You want me to eat pizza while shirtless?”

“I wouldn’t complain if you did…” Remus rubs his face against Logan’s, invading his personal space with little restraint. “But I suppose it’s your birthday, so if you’d prefer to stay clean and put-together in your cute little jammies then that’s fine too.”

“Maybe. I’ll think about it.”

Remus cheers. “Thinking about it is a solid step forward!”

Patton comes back out shortly later with two rather massive pizza peels, with each pizza formerly requested sat atop them. Logan’s cheese and spinach is slid into the first oven, with Patton poking at the burning wood shortly after, before doing the same to Janus’s pizza.

With Remus’s arm looped around his waist, Logan watches his own pizza begin to bake, with Patton flipping between tending to the fires, checking the pizzas, and prepping the ingredients in the back. At some point, Patton brings out two large, unfolded boxes that he sets on the counter, that have the pizzeria’s name on the front and creases to indicate where it’ll need to be bent, but Patton doesn’t move to craft them just yet.

Instead, as another family comes in, Patton greets them happily, and Remus and Logan move off to the side. They don’t have a great angle on their pizzas anymore, but it’s more than fine just… standing, and being slowly rocked back and forth by Remus who’s humming rather noisily behind him.

Then, Patton uses the pizza peel to pull Logan’s pizza out. He slides it off the peel and rather skillfully onto the cardboard, which he then folds around the pizza, creating a perfectly folded box. He hands it to Remus, and then repeats the process with Janus’s pizza, which he sets atop the former box in Remus’s hands.

“There y’all go!” Patton says, wiping his hands together happily, with flour seemingly puffing around his palms with each brush of his fingers. “Have a good day now, you hear? And God bless you.”

Logan gives a polite wave as he heads out the door, while Remus shouts a nasally “thanks!” and Roman gives a more overbearing expression of gratitude. They load back into the car, with the pizzas being instantaneously plopped onto Logan’s lap the moment he buckles himself in.

“Feel free to indulge a bit on the drive,” Remus encourages, with a playful snicker. “It’s not like this is my car, after all.”

Roman glares in Logan’s direction through the rearview. “You better not make a mess. And you-” Roman snaps the rearview to the side, in Remus’s direction “-need to stop being such a bad influence. Logan’s good, and you’re going to lead him down a path of apathy and insensitivity.”

“I could never,” Remus huffs, “because then I’d have to call him Janus.”

“You prick,” Janus immediately hisses, turning around in his seat. “And I was going to stay out of this!”

Logan barely finds himself reacting to their bickering, as he’s easily able to recognize it as playful banter. His fingers tap against the side of his boxes as he genuinely chooses to stay out of their back-and-forths, and instead takes in a deep breath, filling his nose with the rather delicious smell of cheese, dough, and meat. He would actually consider digging into his pizza here and now if it wasn’t unfortunately buried beneath Janus’s box.

The drive back to the twins’ mansion has Logan’s stomach continuously gurgling, sometimes loud enough that Remus laughs at him, and reaches over to poke and squeeze Logan’s gut and assure him they’ll fill it soon. By the time they pull into the driveway, Logan’s basically salivating.

Roman generously takes the pizzas from him once they’re parked, while Remus yanks Logan out of the car, and the four of them basically rush inside as hunger swells inside of each of their bodies.

However, as Roman and Janus make a beeline for the living room, Remus quickly snatches his pizza and pulls Logan away.

“Hey!” Roman immediately shouts, before Remus and Logan can sneak off to Remus’s room. “I thought we were supposed to be spending Logan’s birthday as one big group?!”

“Just because we’re related doesn’t mean I have to share everything with you.” Remus blows a raspberry in Roman’s direction. “You wished him a happy birthday already, didn’t you? Do you want to give him a bit of birthday sex too?”

Roman flushes, and then smiles cheesily. “Well. If you’re offering…”

“Watch it,” Janus playfully snits, kicking Roman’s shin while they sit. Roman laughs after, and cuddles up to Janus to kiss and praise him, while Janus ignores his affection in favor of flipping open his box of lunch. Once they’re both preoccupied, Remus proceeds to actually guide Logan away this time, with his hand firmly wrapped around Logan’s wrist.

Once in Remus’s room, the pizza is haphazardly tossed onto the bed, with Logan being lifted and tossed with it. Though Remus throws him carefully, he’s at least mindful enough to not send Logan crashing into the steaming box.

“Go on and dig in, bitch,” Remus sings, as he basically tears his shirt off his body. The action isn’t inherently sexual - Remus seems like he genuinely just wants to writhe his way out of his clothes - but Logan still finds himself flushing anyway. “Eat as much as you want. Then eat a little more. The more you weigh, the fatter your ass will get.”

“So you’ve said.”

“And I’ll keep saying until you finally break my nose by sitting on my face.” Remus slides onto the bed, now only in boxers, and hugs onto Logan’s side. “That’s every man’s dream, you know.”

Logan opens up the pizza box and is immediately hit with a wave of warmth rushing over him, with smoke billowing from the pizza and casting a cheesy-smelling haze to rather quickly fill Remus’s room. While Logan carefully pulls a slice away from the circle - gooey cheese connecting and stretching the distance - Remus is a lot more careless, and basically rips a slice away from the greater whole, with cheese and grease flinging onto his body. Not that he cares one bit.

He digs straight into his food, scarfing down his entire piece in a matter of seconds, meanwhile Logan moves a lot slower.

His first bite is small, but it is flavorful. Somehow, just cheese and spinach came together in a rather delicious mixture that has Logan almost preferring it over the expensive hibachi! Guess you really can’t beat the baked-with-love mentality, because Logan can assume Patton pours a ton of love into what he cooks.

“It’s… really good,” Logan says, as he takes another bite, a lot larger this time. “Not the healthiest brunch, but I had an apple this morning, so it cancels out for the most part.”

“Speak for yourself,” Remus replies, as he licks the cheese from his fingers. “I haven’t had spinach since I was like… three. And you’re out here putting it on pizza! That’s healthy enough for me!”

Logan finishes up his first slice, and reaches for a second, much to Remus’s delight.

“You should take your shirt off while you eat,” Remus then suggests, “for no particular reason…”

Logan narrows his eyes playfully. “Oh, please. As if you weren’t chatting earlier about wanting to see me make a mess with the pizza. I think you’ve made enough of a mess for the both of us.”

“There’s no such thing as ‘enough mess.’” Remus thumbs some cheese off his hairy chest and shamelessly sticks his thumb into his mouth. “Besides, that’s not even why I wanted to see you stripped. I want to admire your body. It’s your birthday, after all, you should let me compliment every little part of you.”

Sighing, Logan pretends to consider Remus’s words, before he sets his pizza back in the box and pulls his shirt over his head. Remus is squealing immediately, and wiping his hands off on his sheets in order to grab Logan with his now-greaseless palms.

“Holy fuck!” he exclaims, as his hands grab Logan’s hips. “Look! You’re developing a little muffin top! That’s so fucking hot.”

Indeed, as Logan looks down he can see his stomach has started to swell in size. He’s still thin, but he doesn’t look like he’s starving anymore. And in fact, because of his clothes all being smaller sizes to accommodate for his one-meal-a-week strategy, he’s very quickly outgrowing his wardrobe.

“My body is putting on weight rather fast,” Logan then says, as Remus squeezes and gropes his growing pudge. “My guess as to why is because of… how little I’ve been eating previously. The human body is rather fond of routines, and so when you go from barely eating anything to suddenly eating a surplus, it will remember that period of time you were scrounging around. And so, it thinks it needs to reserve that extra weight for the next instance you’ll be without food. Of course… I’m pretty set on food for a while.”

“Which means you’ll put on more weight as you continue eating normally,” Remus drools. “Isn’t food fucking amazing? Tastes good, and makes you hot as fuck.”

Remus’s hands slide down Logan’s stomach as he eats, and then hooks it in his waistband.

“You should take your pants off for me next,” Remus encourages, as Logan finishes his second piece of pizza.

Logan glances at him, and then holds his visibly messy hands out towards Remus. “You can just tell me you’d like me to get naked. Can you please grab me a napkin?”

Remus grabs Logan’s wrists, and pulls them to his face. Logan can really just stare as Remus begins lewdly sucking the pizza residue from his fingers, cleaning them of cheese and grease, and moaning dramatically all the while.

“Yeah, that’s hot, ain’t in?” Remus asks, voice muffled around Logan’s fingers. “Imagine me doing this around your cheese-covered tits instead.”

Logan snorts, and pulls his hands away once they’ve been sucked clean. “I don’t think that’ll look as appealing as you think it will.”

“Hey, you’ll never know ‘till you see it.”

Wiggling his eyebrows, Remus pulls the box of pizza away from Logan under the guise they’re both done with it for right now, and closes the box up before tossing it to the ground. It thuds, and then slides backwards a bit, where Remus leaves it as he heads to his closet.

Logan, curious, scoots to the edge of the bed. “What are you grabbing?”

“Rope.”

“Rope?”

Remus turns to smile at him. “For birthday sex. Duh.”

Logan flushes, but still watches with intrigue as Remus pulls out some rather basic looking rope. There’s some loose fibers and coarse material that makes Logan preemptively rub his wrists whilst imagining the lacerations such material will cause, only for Remus to utterly surprise him by handing him the item.

He stares at it for a moment, before looking up at Remus, blinking a few times in surprise. “What am I supposed to do with this?” he asks. “Are you just letting me feel it?”

“No,” Remus snickers, rolling his eyes. He crawls onto bed, and flops over onto his back. He makes a big show of stretching out and getting comfortable, before rather attractively positioning his arms above his head. His wrists thud against his barred headboard. “You’re going to tie me up. And you get to use me. That’s my gift to you, since you didn’t give me enough time to get you a real one.” Remus sighs in faux disappointment, murmuring “think of the silicone mold of my dick that I could have wrapped up for you…”

“I don’t know how to tie you up,” Logan bluntly declares. He fidgets with the rope in his hands. “I’ve never done it before.”

“All you have to do is tie it the same way you’d tie a normal knot. And if you can’t untie it, then you can always cut me free after.”

“Just… just like a knot?”

Remus nods his head excitedly. “Yes. Tight, binding, restrictive… Just a nice big knot!

“And then what?”

“Then, you rip off my boxers like the sexual temptress you are and do whatever! Bite me, scratch me… Hell, you can even cut my dick off! I’m into it all!”

Logan frowns, though he moves to straddle Remus’s chest in order to reach his wrists. “I’m not going to cut any part of you off. I’d rather not have to take a trip to the hospital because you’re dying of blood loss… Even if you somehow manage to get off, despite the pain, I doubt you could rationalize a boner being more important than your life.”

“Aww, you care about me.”

That bit of teasing has Logan smiling, though he merely responds “I wouldn’t be too fond of anyone dying,” as his fingertips gently caress Remus’s wrists, which is a feeling immediately contrasted by the rough rope Logan loops around the headboard and around Remus’s hands. With a tuck, and a slip, and two tight pulls, Logan’s tied a rather average knot, but it works for Remus, who is immediately grinning and moving his wrists as wildly as he can.

“Fuck yeah,” Remus grunts, as Logan watches him purposefully irritate and scratch his skin with the material. “This is gonna be so hot.”

But Logan just slides awkwardly down Remus’s chest once Remus is tied, until he’s straddling Remus’s hips.

“What… What should I do now?” he asks, after a moment of silence, which has Remus immediately bursting out into laughter.

“Anything you want!” Remus insists in response. “Like, seriously, anything. Obviously the intention is sex, so you can shuffle my boxers off and suck my cock, ride it, bite it, cut it off…”

“Remus.”

Remus dramatically huffs. “Okay. No cutting. But anything else is on the table. Or, you can forget my dick entirely. You can come use my mouth, my face, or even other parts of my body, for your pleasure! Honestly, Logan, you can even completely neglect me if you wanted to, though don’t blame me if I complain about having a hot guy in my room and not even garnering his attention. It’s your birthday, and so I wanted to give you complete control. It’s the least I can do, since I only found out it was the best day ever like… an hour ago.”

“Okay, okay, I get it. I didn’t tell you it was my birthday. You don’t have to keep reiterating that.”

Remus sticks his tongue out, but then rolls his hips upwards, against Logan’s ass. He groans, and Logan flushes, but instinctively rolls his hips back.

“You’re in control,” Remus reminds him, as he tugs on the rope to remind Logan of his restrictive position. “You choose what we do.”

Logan isn’t used to that. Sure, he can tell Remus to stop at any point when they have sex normally, but typically Remus comes up with their sexual encounters. He picks the toys, the situation, picks when to start sex and when to stop it. And he talks Logan through it all. Is… is he expecting Logan to do all of that? He hasn’t had any practice!

“Do you have a safeword?” Logan asks, all of a sudden.

Staring at Logan with utter surprise, Remus can’t help but laugh again. “I mean, I guess? Red. Just like yours. The stoplight system, remember?”

“I remember. And you’ll use it?”

Remus attempts to shrug best he can with his hands restrained. “I will if I need to, but probably not. Logan, trust me, nothing you could do right now could potentially make me feel in any way uncomfortable.”

Hesitating, Logan thinks for a moment, before swallowing down his inexperience-related nerves. “Okay.”

“Is this okay?”

It’s Logan’s turn to be caught off guard. “Yeah,” he says, immediately, before giving Remus a polite smile. “And I appreciate the gesture. It’s very considerate of you to give up control for a day for my benefit… I’m just experiencing… first-time related nerves?” Logan feels silly admitting it, and so one of his hands comes to his face in an attempt to shield himself from Remus’s intense eyes. “It’s almost like I’m sleeping with you for the first time all over again; it’s that big of a change-up for me.”

“You’ll be okay,” Remus assures him, before spreading his legs wide open. “There’s no ‘wrong choice,’ if that eases your nerves at all. You’ll look hot doing anything.”

Looking presentable is not what Logan’s worried about in the slightest, but Remus seems pretty confident in all of this, and so Logan can’t help but feel confident too. He pulls Remus’s boxers down, and throws them to the side, before shuffling out of his own pants and underwear. Remus drools at the sight of his thighs, and even dramatically wolf-whistles at the purple stretch marks that have begun to decorate his hips. There weren’t any when he first met Remus, and now he has a small collection on either side.

“Fuck yeah,” Remus groans, as Logan sits on his thighs and pushes his cock against Remus’s. It’s a shy action, one that Logan clearly does out of impulse and curiosity, and then he’s sitting up fully.

“Where do you keep your-”

“Lube?” Remus interrupts, wiggling his eyebrows. “There’s some everywhere, honestly. My closet, under my bed, in one of my pillowcases… but you can just grab the bottle from my nightstand.”

Logan does, and pours some onto his hand, and then hesitates. He probably doesn’t need to be stretched… and honestly, right now he isn’t sure he wants to waste the time doing so. Not when Remus is already hard, and Logan - witnessing Remus’s sheer excitement firsthand - is being rapidly turned on by Remus’s eagerness. And so, he wraps his palm around Remus’s shaft instead, and strokes it slowly, coating his length in the lube.

Remus groans immediately, vocal as ever. “Hell yeah, baby,” he moans, his head falling back against the pillows. “Going straight for the sex, huh? Should’ve known. You love my cock inside of you.”

Logan flushes, and his thighs squeeze around Remus’s legs. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“Fuck no. It’s so fucking hot.”

Logan works his hand slowly up and down Remus’s cock, working the lube into his skin until he’s satisfied that it’ll slip in easily. Then, he wipes his hand on Remus’s sheets and moves to straddle Remus’s cock on his own.

He keeps a hand around the base of Remus's shaft, holding it as straight as he can as he awkwardly lifts himself up onto his legs. He feels silly crouching over Remus like this, but Remus’s eyes are flicking excitedly over his body, and that helps him continue pushing onward.

Out of instinct, Logan’s eyes glance towards Remus’s hands, almost confused why they haven’t landed on his hips yet. He sees Remus’s fingers twitch in obvious want, but Remus represses expressing his own desires for Logan’s behalf. Though Logan can see he’s clearly unused to keeping himself from doing what he wants, he’s trying, and the fact that Remus is trying is almost arousing in of itself.

Remus’s cock slides between his ass, and then he’s easing the tip of Remus’s shaft inside of him.

“Fuck,” Remus curses, as though expletives are all he can think of. “God, fuck. It almost feels like it’s my birthday with just how sexy you are.”

“Remus,” Logan shivers, as he lowers his hips. He’s steady, but almost teasingly slow in his movements, as he pauses quite often to balance himself. Until finally, he’s sunk down fully, and his ass is flush against Remus’s hips. His hands rest against Remus’s abdomen, which he leans onto for support. “Remus… I…”

Remus is barely listening. His own face is twisted with anticipatory pleasure. Logan swallows the spit in his mouth as he already feels sweat beginning to form on his face.

“Now I just… ride you?”

Remus bucks his hips upwards, but does it only once, as if he truly couldn’t help himself. “Do whatever you please. You can just sit there if you want; some people love being cocksleeves… or you can bounce, or you can rob me and leave.” Remus winks. “I have no preference.”

Nodding, Logan raises his hips, and then pushes them back down, with both him and Remus moaning in unison. Though the action is brief, it makes them both feel insanely good, and so after a few seconds Logan lifts his bottom in order to repeat it.

As he lets out a quivering breath, Logan keeps his hands set against Remus’s torso, though his palms slide upwards to Remus’s chest, basically groping Remus’s small pecs and pressing his fingers into Remus’s rigid rib cage. Again, he lets out a whimper of Remus’s name as Remus’s cock pushes into him over and over with each push up from his thighs and each descent of his ass. He’s started to tremble, despite the fact they’ve barely started.

Briefly, Logan wonders if he should be doing more.

Don’t get him wrong, this doesn’t feel bad. It feels good, just… different.

Whining slightly, Logan finds himself craving Remus’s instructions. His degradation. His rules, his commands, his physical guidance…

His eyes settle themselves back on Remus’s hands, which are clenched into tight, pleasured fists.

“Tell me to speed up,” Logan eventually croaks, as he shakily sinks back down onto Remus’s cock. His words have Remus looking a bit startled, and raising his head to stare at Logan curiously. “Or slow down. Or… or something. Tell me to do something.”

“This is supposed to be about what you want,” Remus grunts, as Logan’s hips settle firmly down, though after this they don’t raise again.

Desperate, Logan’s nails unintentionally sink into Remus’s skin. With sweat rolling down his flushed face, Logan pleads “I want you to tell me what to do. I like feeling controlled. I like having instructions to follow. I know what I’m doing, somewhat, but I want to listen and do whatever you tell me.” One of Logan’s hands pulls away from Remus’s front, and slides down to his own cock as he speaks. He strokes it shyly. “Just… give me instructions. Order me around. Please. It’s what I want.”

Remus lets out a breath, before he bites his lip and throws his head back, exclaiming “fuck you’re so hot!”

Logan feels his blush extend far past his face and spread over his chest, his entire body burning with need. And though Remus doesn’t ask to be untied, he does immediately settle into his role as the dominant one, thrusting his hips up into Logan who lets out a pathetic noise at Remus’s cock shifting inside of him.

“Lift your hips, you beautiful slut,” Remus demands, and Logan does. “Now, you’re going to drop them to match my thrusts, okay? You’re smart enough to do that, aren’t you? My good, smart whore.”

Logan nods, and watches as Remus’s pelvis lifts. On cue, he drops his own hips down, and thus Remus’s cock is thrusted roughly inside of him, immediately causing Logan to throw his head back with a moan. It just feels so much better.

“Yeah, that feels good, doesn’t it?” Remus coos. “Now do it again. Come on, bitch, I know you’re desperate.”

Logan whines out “praise,” as he pushes himself up again, and Remus adjusts his words almost immediately.

“I can feel you clench around my cock, baby, and fuck it feels so good. You say you’re-” Remus groans, and has to suck in a breath through his gritted teeth, letting Logan hear just how good he feels, before continuing “you say you’re inexperienced, but then you just… you just… fuck you just act so fucking attractive and it’s so crazy. You drive me so fucking crazy, baby, you have no fucking idea.”

Logan slams his hips down on Remus’s cock as Remus pushes his shaft upwards, ramming rhythmically into Logan whose cock is leaking shamelessly all over Remus’s front. Not once does Logan pull his own hand away from his length, stroking it needily as he bounces. Though, he does squeeze it firmly at one particularly deep thrust from Remus, which hits right against his prostate.

Crying out at the pleasure, Logan’s hips fall at once, and sweat drips from his face onto Remus’s body. His body trembles, and he can barely keep himself upright.

“God,” Remus grunts, as Logan rolls his hips down against Remus’s pelvis. “You’re so fucking pretty. I’ve never seen an orgasm face as attractive as yours, did you know that? None of my other fucks have made such hot noises, or made such pretty faces.”

Logan’s body shakes as he fucks himself down on Remus’s cock again.

“Keep going, doll. You’re doing so, so good. You look so good. If I could touch you, I’d be all over you.”

Obedient as ever, Logan does what he’s told and does it to the best of his ability, desperate not only to pleasure himself, but to please Remus as well. Until Remus groans out “come kiss me,” and Logan rushes to do just that, as if he’d been hoping Remus would tell him to the whole time.

Pressing their chests together, Logan rather sloppily presses his lips to Remus’s. His eyes are shut, and his glasses practically slide off his face in his rush, but he doesn’t mind. Spit transfers between their lips and dribbles out of it, but neither of them mind. They’re both needy. And as Logan works his cock quickly, he knows that at least he’s close.

“Remus,” Logan begs, against Remus’s lips, but Remus just bites at Logan’s lip with his teeth.

“Keep bouncing, my good puppy,” Remus instructs, before kissing Logan again. “Keep going until I come inside of you.”

Logan’s finding himself winded at the constant workout of guiding his body up and down, and up, and down, but Remus raising his hips to meet him is wonderful, and Logan finds that he can ignore the burning in his thighs in favor of the warmth flooding his abdomen.

“Please,” Logan whines, his voice muffled against Remus’s mouth.

Remus groans. “Everything about you is so fucking sexy. Your voice is sexy, your body is sexy, hell, even the fact you taste like cheese right now is sexy!”

Logan lets out a breathy laugh at Remus’s words, but his amusement is stifled by Remus raising his head to kiss him, straining his neck in order to keep their faces together. Their lips together. Their bodies together.

Both of them are noisy, and neither of them bother stifling their pleasured groans as their bodies rub and slide together. Logan’s cock leaks a mess onto Remus’s stomach, and Logan knows Remus is leaking inside of him, but he edges himself constantly - slowing his hand and straining himself - as Remus wants him to. Because he wants to do as Remus says.

“Fuck,” Remus curses, followed by profanity after profanity.

“Are you close?” Logan whines, and Remus huffs out a laugh.

“Yeah. I’m so close. You’ve gotten me so close.” Logan clenches around Remus’s cock at the words, and Remus moans again, and then keeps up his babbling. “You feel so good, Logan, and you look so good. You taste so good. You listen so good.”

“So well,” Logan murmurs to correct him, and kisses Remus of his own volition. Remus laughs again, but only briefly, as he kisses Logan back.

He does most of the work from that point, jerking and thrusting his hips best he can with Logan only weakly rising and falling as his body burns and gives out on him, but Remus doesn’t seem to mind. He keeps up his thrusts until his noises increase in volume, and then comes without warning, though Logan could tell it was coming.

Remus’s semen spurting inside of him only adds to Logan’s ecstasy, and he’s right back to pleading for his own orgasm as Remus shamelessly indulges in his.

Remus grunts. “I told you, you can come when I do,” he reminds Logan.

Logan whimpers. “Tell me to.”

“Hm?”

Feeling Remus’s orgasm squelch and slide out of him, making a mess of his thighs, Logan repeats “tell me to. Please, order me to come.”

“Fuck. Come for me, Logan, you know I want to see it. I want to see your face contort in pleasure. I want to see your body shake with ecstasy. Come.”

And Logan does. With Remus thrusting weakly inside of him as he rides out his own pleasure, Logan comes to his prostate being stimulated, his cock stroked pathetically, and Remus’s words making him feel so good. Remus is doing everything perfectly and it makes Logan feel orgasmic.

The build up of his overwhelming arousal spills in streams over Remus’s chest, streaks of white dresses Remus’s stomach and chest, much to Remus’s own visible excitement. Though, instead of his eyes being focused on Logan’s cock, they’re instead trained to Logan’s face.

Logan’s head is lulled to the side as he cries out in relief, eyes screwed shut and brows creased. Sweat rolls down his forehead, over his nose, conforming to the curves of his round cheeks and falling from his chin and onto Remus’s body. His mouth is slightly ajar, and drool drips from it. And that flush that decorates Logan’s countenance, a beautiful reddish-pink that stands out vividly against his pale skin. Remus utters another curse out of sheer awe, and hearing such makes Logan tuck his face into his shoulder out of embarrassment.

Then, he lifts himself a final time, letting Remus’s cock slip out of him with a wet pop, and then falls to the bed, letting himself unprofessionally flop against the sheets.

He pants audibly, but only has time to rest for a few minutes before Remus is clearing his throat and going “so… do you intend to just keep me tied up all night? Not that I’m complaining or anything, but I figured the least I can do tonight is actually make you a proper birthday dinner.”

Logan raises his head slightly, and adjusts his glasses, embarrassed he didn’t remember Remus’s ropes.

He scoots closer to the headboard in order to undo the knot, and then afterwards holds Remus’s red, raw wrists, brushing over the deep lacerations with his gentle thumbs.

“Do you need ointment?” Logan asks, voice quiet.

“Nah, I like the pain.”

Logan frowns. “Correction. Do you have ointment? I insist on putting some on you; the rope clearly broke skin in a few places.”

Peering at the marks, there are very small beads of blood spread across Remus’s wrists. It’s not incredibly concerning, but Logan would rather be safe than sorry. Remus laughs at his consideration, but just answers “yeah, I do. In the bathroom. I’ll grab it whenever I decide it’s time to cook you… well… what’s your favourite food?”

“Just make whatever you please.”

“Oh, come on!” Remus groans. “No favourite candy and no favourite food? Are you sure you’re not some kind of robot?”

“Unless you burn it, then I’ll eat whatever. I’m not picky.”

Rolling his eyes, Remus asks “what about a cake. Surely you must have some preference there?”

That question has Logan biting his lip, and then nodding.

“You do!” Remus exclaims, grabbing Logan and rolling around with him on the bed, smearing their messes around and entangling them further in the blankets. “What is it? Whatever it is, I swear I can make something at least distantly resemblant.”

Logan snickers. “It’s… it’s vanilla cake, with vanilla buttercream, cut layers of fresh Loganberry jam.”

“Yum!” Remus presses a bunch of ticklish kisses to Logan’s neck. “I’m sure I can whip up something similar. Though, don’t be surprised if there’s a little something extra in the frosting…” Remus wiggles his eyebrows, and Logan laughs as he pushes Remus away with a short utterance of “gross” at his joking implications. Even so… Logan has to admit, a cake sounds nice. He hasn’t had a cake made for his birthday since he was a child. And he knows Remus is serious about making one, as he sees Remus open up his phone to text Roman about “needing him to urgently run to the store” and “grab all of these for the sexiest birthday cake ever.”

Then, he throws his phone to the side and snuggles back to Logan.

“Whenever I hear your stomach grumble again, I’ll get us up to make something,” Remus insists, though his hairy face is currently nuzzling against Logan’s pudgy front. “Maybe something fatty… like extra cheesy potatoes. And I’ll sprinkle some spinach on top, so you can still get your veggies in.”

Logan smiles, but doesn’t respond, as he lets himself rest in Remus’s hold. Though he just ate, dinner doesn’t sound too bad. And neither does dessert.

“Happy birthday,” Remus says, again, though this time it’s a softer utterance. Something more intimate than the other playful or loud times he’s said such previously. “Don’t keep important days like this from me next time.”

And that statement has Logan thinking. He wouldn’t share his birthday with a normal employer, but Remus wasn’t a normal employer. He’d share his birthday with Janus (if Janus had asked), but that’s because Janus is a friend. Remus is some sort of middle ground between both. Too close to be an employer, but their relationship is so odd Logan’s not sure if he’d call Remus a friend.

Thinking about it too hard makes his face fall, and so he momentarily pushes this labeling dilemma to the backburner. For now, he keeps his thoughts directed towards dinner, and cake. And he has the brief, conclusive thought that this was, overall, a good birthday.

#sanders sides #not safe for sanders #sanders sides smut #sanders sides fic #agp fic #intrulogical #intrulogical fic #intrulogical smut #intrulogical nsfs #logan nsfs #remus nsfs #what you need #intrulogical sugar daddy au

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its-jaytothemee · 10 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

I had an idea for a very late chapter of my ongoing slow burn, and I just can't resist posting part it as a standalone fluff piece as well.

This will eventually be part of the Until I Met You fic, but I'm just too excited to not share this piece of it!

Full fic here: Tumblr AO3

Word count: 2,013

Rating: Mature

Tags: Halsin x Tav post game, Fluff, Daddy Halsin, Innuendos/mentions of sex, Halsin and Tav POVs

Summary: Halsin gets ambushed by a bunch of the children staying with him in Thaniel's realm. They're led by Tav, who can't seem to get enough of watching him interact with his little cubs.

Halsin decided to start the morning by finishing his cleaning of the area outside of the old mason’s guild. When he woke up, Tav was already out for the day and he hadn’t been able to find her yet. Most likely she was out with Lunari, their morning walks had become a routine for her. She was always patrolling, looking out for bandits and thieves who would come to try and take advantage of their vulnerable group. He had tried to assure her that Thaniel’s Realm was far from a desirable location for most, having been surrounded by shadows for years it was unlikely that anyone would even want to attempt looting the area. Still, she insisted on traps and glyphs and magical wards to protect them.

It had been just over a month since he and Tav had returned here with their mass of refugees. Each day was filled with more manual labor than he had done in decades, not to mention the hard work of looking after the dozens of children that had joined them. Plenty of others had joined them as well, all kinds of citizens who had their lives upended by the war with the Absolute, but he saw the children as his responsibility. He was never able to start a family of his own and being here now with all of these orphaned children and Tav…it was still hard to believe it was his reality. The overwhelming love he felt for them made his chest ache. His days were filled with little laughs and hugs from the children as well as some much bigger laughs and hugs from Tav. His ears were always filled with a chorus of happy screams, laughter, ‘Daddy Halsin’ being yelled over and over, and with questions…by the gods so many questions from their little mouths. Their curious minds kept him on his toes, having to be ready to answer any question about magic or music or family or animals or cooking – the list went on forever.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

His thoughts were interrupted by some quiet giggles and whispers behind the nearby bushes. The sound brought a large smile to his face.

Oak Father preserve me…what do they have planned today?

***

Tav gently shushed the giggling children with an excited smile.

“Shh! You’ll give away our position!” She kept her voice playful as she scolded them.

They were all looking at her, vibrating with excitement. The first wave of her little soldiers were clutching their makeshift swords, some sticks that they had whittled after Halsin taught them. Her second wave had their tiny practice bows that she had helped them make, their arrows were each tipped with soft burlap filled with grass and hay.

“Okay little ones, remember the plan. The infantry goes in first, charge the Netherbrain and overwhelm him. Once he’s fully distracted the archers will take care of the rest.” She whispered and watched as each of their heads nodded in understanding.

“General Yenna,” She turned and saluted the little red-haired girl, “the troops are yours to command.”

Yenna nodded in approval, turning her attention to Halsin just past the bushes. She stood up and lifted her bow in the air, pointing it towards him.

“Charge!” She yelled, causing the gaggle of children holding swords to rush towards him. Tav cackled as she saw the horde overtake him. He cried out in feigned shock, unable to believe his little cubs could turn on him so viciously. His large body disappeared beneath the pile of fighters. The kids all giggled as they hit him with their play swords, he writhed in exaggerated pain with each stab and swipe. They all let out their own battle cries against the nefarious Netherbrain beneath them. Tav stood up to call out the next orders.

“Archers! He’s down…hit the Netherbrain with everything you’ve got!” She yelled to her loyal followers. The rest of the army popped out from behind the bushes to launch their arrows. When Halsin caught a glimpse of her he had a look of fake betrayal on his face.

“My own love, turned against me!” He exclaimed, the smile on his lips betraying his false cries.

A small cloud of “arrows” rained down on him. Sort of. The toy bows she made didn’t exactly have a good range, but a few did at least fall in the group tackling Halsin. A few of the kids caught in the crossfire fell over in dramatic defeat.

“We win! The Netherbrain is dead!” A little elf boy named Jareth called out in triumph. Halsin obliged and let out a gurgle before allowing his head to collapse to the ground. The scene caused uproarious laughter and cheers among the children. High-fives and victory dances ensued.

Tav kept her eyes on Halsin as the kids danced around them, celebrating his defeat. He opened one eye to look back at her. It made her heart skip a beat.

I know that look.

Seeing him with the kids just did something for her. He was so soft and gentle with them. He had talked about his regrets in never having a family of his own, and now she could see this was truly where he belonged – here in Thaniel’s realm. Creating a community based on balance and compassion, teaching others to know and love nature, beneath a pile of laughing children. She was coming around to the idea that maybe he deserved just one more…one of his own flesh and blood…

A blush crept over her cheeks as she walked over to stand over his defeated body, placing one foot on his chest to pin him down. She heard a quiet, sultry growl escape his lips from the motion.

“Victory!” She yelled to the kids, causing more cheers and laughter.

Gods their little laughs are so cute.

Her eyes moved down to Halsin, who was looking over her entire body. She gave him a quick wink before relinquishing her hold on him and helping him back up.

“I’ll accept your complete and unconditional surrender now.” She teased as she brushed some of the dirt from him.

He responded by grabbing her by the waist and kissing her deeply.

***

Halsin could barely contain his heart from bursting out of his chest looking at Tav in this moment. Still kneeling next to the bushes, her head was thrown back laughing at his complete and utter defeat. Her loyal little soldiers taking him down with ease. When they left Baldur’s Gate, she had told him how terrified she was of coming back here. How she felt like she could never help raise children. She was so worried that she would be too strict, too mean, too boring, that she would be useless. She had told him once that she wasn’t good with kids, that she didn’t know how to talk to them. And now…now here she was, leading a small army of little heroes in training against him. So many of them now preferred her company to his, not that he could blame them. Yenna especially had taken a liking to Tav, the two were inseparable since leaving Baldur’s Gate. The sight made his heart soar. He thought he couldn’t be any happier in this moment, then Tav stood up to give another command for a second wave. Toy arrows shot out from their little bows, some of them even making it all the way over to him. Another bout of unhinged laughter rang from Tav.

Oh, once I get her alone…

Eventually, the children declared him officially defeated allowing him just a moment of rest as he feigned his death. When he peeked out of one eye back at Tav, she was looking at him with a loving expression.

By the Oak Father. What did I do to deserve her?

She made her way over towards her army, accepting salutes and hugs as a reward for their triumph. He could see the familiar flushed color across her face and chest as she got closer.

Caused by thoughts not suitable to speak of here I’d wager.

She rested one foot on top of his chest as he lay there defenseless, holding him to the ground, stirring him to his core. An involuntary growl crept out of his throat. Based on the small smirk that twitched at the corners of her mouth, she heard it. How she loved to test his self-control.

Another chorus of cheers erupted around him as she officially proclaimed their victory and helped him back up to his feet.

“I’ll accept your complete and unconditional surrender now.” Her smile was bigger and brighter than he had ever seen it. Nature’s most beautiful creation.

He pulled her close and kissed her, holding her in place tight against him. She smiled against his lips, moving her hands to wrap around his neck and pull him closer.

“Ewww!” The ever-present crowd of little voices teased from behind them. A gasp followed their cries of repulsion.

“She’s working with the Netherbrain! She’s a mind flayer!” Yenna shouted to her fellow soldiers.

Without hesitation, her once faithful followers turned on her, bringing another storm of wooden sticks and toy arrows down on them. They broke apart from one another, trying to defend themselves against the unexpected onslaught. Tav’s laugh filled his ears as it mingled with the children’s battle cries. They were both dragged to the ground, being attacked by the kids who were now mad with merciless bloodlust.

Once the small army decided beating him and Tav with sticks was no longer fun, they broke off into their own groups. They started sparring with the toy swords, trying to decide if they had enough participants to start a tournament. The archers picked up their small arrows that littered the ground, taking them over to practice shooting some targets Tav had made for them.

Tav laid next to him, still laughing from their embarrassing defeat. Wisps of her silvery hair were already making their way out of her signature braid to swirl around her face. He tucked the loose strands behind her ears before helping her stand up. She wrapped her arms around him in a hug, lifting her chin so she could look up at him. The sight made him dizzy.

“You’re lucky the children are here, my heart. Otherwise, I think I’d have to find a way to punish this little mutiny of yours.” Halsin purred the words into her ears, careful to keep his voice quiet enough so only they could hear.

“I’m so sorry, Master Halsin. Surely, I can do something to make it up to you.” She whispered with a wink.

“Oh yes, yes you can. Rest assured you’ll beg for my forgiveness by the time I’m done, Tav’ahria.” Tav bit her lower lip in response, he only used her full name when he was desperate to have her. He knew exactly what she wanted, but why stop the fun now? Leaning over to give her a quick peck on the cheek, he reached around her to grab a broom resting against the wall.

“You could finish up here and give me a chance to go gather some berries from the woods.” He kissed her nose before turning on his heels and walking away, leaving her blushing and with her mouth agape.

“You’ll pay for that!” Tav called after him, an exaggerated pout clouding her face. Her arms were crossed over her reddened chest.

“Gods, I hope so!” He teased back as his usual trail of children caught up to him.

He would let her stew just long enough to keep her flustered. Once they finished their work for the day, he’d let her kiss all of his fake wounds from the battle, and he’d do the same for her. Later, he’d pin her down and get her to beg his forgiveness for her “betrayal.” He’d relish in every whimper and shiver he sent down her body until he finally gave in and showed her mercy. He might even have to teach her the lesson a couple of times…just to make sure it stuck.

#bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #halsin x tav #bg3 halsin #halsin silverbough #halsin fluff #halsin fanfic #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #daddy halsin #current wip #wip #wip wednesday #work in progress

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insaincat · 5 months ago

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Scales, Feathers. Tails, Tethers. Please turn my Lights Off.

A BakuDeku DragonXSiren au fic. Mentions of mpreg, depression, and suicidal thoughts (it's there).

Chapter 1.

When I was little I found a tiny wounded bird smaller than the smallest chick I had ever seen. It was so small I was convinced, despite it's fluffy feathers, it was a bettle of some sort with a long head.

"Momma! Daddy! Look what I found!"

"Eh? What's that?"

"It's a weird bug!"

"That's not a bug, sweetheart. That's a fletching hummingbird."

"Huh?"

My father explained they were the smallest birds to exist and one of the fastest. Despite that, though, it looked like it wouldn't ever fly. It's wings were broken.

"Why don't we take care of it?"

"Can we?! It looks like it'll die from being looked at!"

The fletching shivered, terrified of the great beings that held it in a palm, despite the fact we were currently traveling through the mountains disguised as humans on our way back home.

"It might, but it wouldn't hurt to try. This little guy looks like he wants to fight for life."

I blinked at him, then at the feathered mess in my small hands that had perfectly cupped the small thing.

"It can't fight for shit."

Because how could it? It would die no sooner than the morning would come. My father just laughed and shook his head.

"One day you'll understand, Katsuki. Why don't we show your mother and we can take care of it together?

"Show me what?"

My mother approached from behind carrying a giant stag. She looked at my chubby human child hands and her eyes widened.

"What's wrong?"

"Uhh.. nothing. Just sorta reminds me of a friend I had before I met you."

"You had friends?"

"You little-"

"Yes, your mother has friends."

My father had laughed but there was a strain in his voice and my mother had a far away look in her eyes. I didn't know what she was thinking about until later.

My father and mother let me carry the fledgling bird back to our camp for the night. They both knew an odd amount about hummingbirds, but I didn't question it as my mother was one of the eldest in our kindom. Everyone but father and I called her 'Elder'. I just called her 'Hag'. That would come to haunt me with my own children.

The next morning I was surprised to see the fledgeling hopping around in the make-shift nest we made the night before, twittling something not quite pretty but not quite ugly. It was alive and better than before. My parents said they were surprised it made it through the night, but I knew they just used magic to make it better. Probably because my last pet died terribly and they felt bad. So I took it the rest of the way home and kept it fed and happy. By the time we arrived back to our home, it's wings were miraculously healed and it was able to flutter around, it's wings becoming too fast for eyes to see but a blur. It would flit by my head and chirp happily before resting on my head.

When I took to my regular size, it seized up for a moment like it had a small heart attack before shaking it off and zipping up to rest on my head. Like it wasn't scared when it realized i was still me. Like I wasn't a great beast. But then again, with how small it was, I probably had seemed that way when I first found it. I had given it a name and told it mine, but it would only make a chirp that sounded like the first part of my name. It was close enough and impressive for a creature like it was. My parents were impressed.

As months passed the fledgling's feathers gained more color going from black with flecks of green to green with blue down the neck with a sheen of purple, black still staying at the tips of it's wings. I found that it's long break was for drinking nector in flowers and it's small size aided it in flying faster than most of its predators, not that any dared to approach with me near. By the end of summer it was still the same size but it's feathers were a bit more shiney and refined, it flew faster than I could keep up. I thought this little thing was quite amazing. Probably one of the best birds to exist. It was my pride and my friend. My parents were growing worried though. They said it may be stunted because of how we found it as the bird was still in it's fledgling state, though it did seem to have aged a bit. According to them, it's feathers were still to puffy and new, it's beak not the same sharpness as a trained adult's. It's colors not as bright. But these things happen in nature, they said. Some animals are born stunted. Some are injured and remain that way. Still, they were glad I had a friend that kept me happy and busy.

Mother still had that far away look in her eyes.

One day a humming bird that looked the spitting image of mine arrived on a branch when we were playing. I knew what my parents were talking about when they said mine was stunted. This bird looked older, in an odd way. It's body seemed more firm with shiney feathers that glittered like our best and most prized gems in the sun. It was slicker and beak sharper and had a look in its eye that made it seem just as wise as my mother, if not more so. It was jarring to see the spitting image of my bird but older, as if time had turned and folded, spitting out my bird from forward in time. Something about this bird made me feel uneasy. But then my little bird zipped straight to this new one and began nuzzling under them. That's when I realized this bird was my birds mother. After all, I did the same at times.

I didn't see them again.

Years later, too many to care about, I grew up. I was the pride of my people and would one day take over my mother's position who held the title of Queen. The elder position was still ways off, but rulling was closer than ever. I had spent my entire life getting stronger and being the best, the top, the future king. And I would be the best any had ever seen. I would rule my people with strong claws and unparalleled strength. I would need no one but myself. And I would keep it that way, even going as far as denying any attempts at match making. At least I did until I was knocked out for a split second by the strongest magic I had ever felt beside my mother's.

A human stood before me, green and black hair, dark tan freckled skin, holding a large staff that humanoids often used to channel magic pointed straight at me, panting from overexerting himself. The magic he had used wasn't possible. Not for any humanoid. Sure, with enough training long lived species of any nature could eventually defeat a dragon, but not a dragon to be king. This... This was impossible, and everyone knew it. The crowd that had just been cheering for me to eat this human was now screaming in anger. I wanted to scream in anger too. I was the one beat by an ant! Not them!

I had only become human and limited my power to fight this human one on one on equal terf. I'm not one to disrespect any who wish to better themselves and test their strength, and I wasn't petty enough like the others to humiliate them, ant or no. But this wasnt supposed to happen. It was just letting him go all out and getting the chance to prove himself to the other races! He wasnt supposed to actually beat me! I was furious, but my body was still numb. My father flew down to me, human now, to check on me. He was always much to kind. Besides, I was fine in the end. Just heavily jarred and a bit concussed. I eyed my mother who watched unmoving from the arena's throne. She wasn't looking at me, instead her gaze was focused on the human with that look I hadn't seen since I was a child holding my fledgling friend in my palm. The crowd of our kin screamed for a rematch, for the victors head. But they were all losers, always had been. They couldn't accept defeat from something other than another dragon. Even if it was a god.

My mother blinked and raised her giant wings that eclipsed the sun behind her.

"This human child is the winner!"

She had called and I felt my heart go into my stomach. I looked at the winner who was grinning at my mother, his teeth a bit too white for my taste. My mother dipped off her throne and as she descended she took on a human form like me and my father before landing. I felt like I was going to vomit with what was about to happen. This made me hate the human with every inch of my existence.

"Your majesty"

The human was paying respects to my mother. But then my mother opened her mouth and said something unexpected. "How's your mother? She's... She's alive.... Right?"

The human's eyes grew impossibly wider as he gapped like a carp.

"I... Uh.. yes. I talked to her the other day."

"Good. I'm glad she's alright."

Mother looked relieved for some odd reason.

"Yeah. Um.. about the prize. I don't really need it. You can give it to the runner up, I guess?" He looked back to me but didn't seem startled at the glare of boiling hate I was sending at him while mentally wishing for his immediate death.

"Unfortunately, that's not possible. There will be a betrothal ceremony in 5 days. If you're not there, you forfeit your life." Despite the threat, my mother didn't seem at all concerned, as if she knew this man would attend no matter what.

The man blushed and gapped again and I wanted to beat him to the ground so bad.

"Betrothal?!?" He looked to me and then back to my mother. "Is that why my mother told me not to fight? I thought this was just a tournament!"

"It is, to most species. But only because no one had ever expected a non-dragon to beat my son, the heir to our kingdom. It's never happened before. Yet here we are." She looked to me, her aura more of a queen and an elder than a mother. "Pick yourself up, Katsuki, and introduce yourself to your betrothed."

And then my parents left us alone.

The man called himself Izuku, a powerful mage. I could feel it now that we werent surrounded by dragons and other various species that this Izuku wasnt human now, but I couldn't put my finger on it. He also felt familiar. This marriage that I had fought so hard against and even made a deal with my mother that if I beat every contestant, I wouldnt have to marry for a much longer time, was now well out of my class. I was marrying a stranger that was somehow stronger than me.

"I finally caught up." I had heard him whisper between pants right after he had knocked me on my ass earlier and the thought that beating me, though a bit aspiring later in life, pissed me off more than anything I had ever experienced. Even more than my tiny friend leaving me to be with it's family. Because how dare this short lived mortal be so familure with me! This creature that would die before i would have a chance to rule was not only stronger than me, but now my mate that would be recorded and laughed at for the rest of this world's history. That something so insignificant could be made significant with just some hard work alone. The ant that became God.

Izuku apologied relentlessly and I near bashed his head in for it. There was nothing that could be done. I was tied down by an insignificant nothing and I couldn't do anything about it. I swore, as soon as I became King I would get rid of this ridiculous tradition. The night of our engagement came. In 100 years we would be, as humans say, wed. Id have to teach this ant to act like a dragon somehow. Even if it was a long lived humanoid, it was still not worth it in the eyes of my race's span. Id basically be teaching him how to walk, only for him to get it on his death bed.

As human custom from somewhere, my mother had us use neck bands to signify our relationship. We could take them off after the ceremony but Izuku kept glancing away from my glare with a reddening face and I ended up crushing my collar despite doing my best to hold back. I kept glaring at him. With any luck he'd get the hint and off himself tonight. It's the least he could do for this shit he pulled. Then the ceremony ended and no one seemed very happy but my father and mother who would every now and then give each other soft smiles.

"Your highness." Izuku had bowed to my mother in a more private setting. "While I'm honored to be betrothed to your son, I wish for a favor."

My mother had turned to him and motioned him to continue.

"To be honest, I only ment to stay for the competition. I'm... Not quite strong enough yet." Her eyes widened and I thought it was bullshit. He wanted to get stronger??? Had I not been still red-faced mad id have respected the asshole. "Please give me more time before I marry your son!"

"Your strong enough as is."

"But he'll get stronger! I want to stand by him, as an equal."

My mother studied him for a moment, understanding that left me confused blossoming in her eyes. She smiled brightly. "I'll give you 200 more. Katsuki could use the time anyway." I gaped and Izuku bowed again.

"Thank you! I promise I'll return!!"

He left before morning and I didn't see him again. Not for 400 years.

My mother, despite having said 300 and not 400 gave him time anyway. She said it was payment for connecting her with her dear friend again. I'd never seen her so happy in my life as I did when she received a letter from a woman named Inko. She looked brighter than I ever thought was possible and our people thrived more than before.

Only months before my correnation I thought my mother had finally sent someone to kill that lying long lived asshole when he appeared again. He stood taller than before with darker skin and dark hair tipped at the ends with purple and blue feathers. His aura had only grown more pronounced and though 400 years had passed, he only looked like a young adult but with the eyes of a man who had seen all of the world and experienced all it's wonders. I felt a bit jealous of that. Still, this man had broken a promise so I challenged him. Should he beat me, things would continue as they would have 400 years ago. But if I beat him, he'd die.

That man... That man was as powerful as my mother now, possibly even more so. I had grown near her level through the years and in a short 20 thousand years, I could become an elder just like her. If things went well it would happen much sooner. Despite the amount of times I swore I had bested him, hed just get up and pull out something new. What made my mother call it was when I was so tightly wrapped by something so utterly impossible and ridiculous that I could hardly budge without suffocating myself or having sharp small teeth inpale my jugular. I was livid with my failure but more accepting with my own short comings now.

This human... Thing... It had proved itself worthy to be the mate of a king dragon. No one would question it now.

And just as I started to try to guess what this creature really was, it said something that gave me pause.

"You've really grown a lot, Kacchan!"

Kacchan was the sound the little bird made all those years ago. It's what it called me when it tried to say Katsuki.

"What did you call me?"

"Kacchan?"

"How the FUCK do you know that?!" I stalked closer to him, growling and letting my scales crawl up my limbs and onto my back and stomach.

"Well I had a hard time calling you Katsuki and you seemed to like it." I did like it, but only when my bird did it. My bird that was very much dead because it had been so long ago. He then had the gal to look very panicked. "You remember, right Kacchan!? We promised we'd always be friends! That we'd fight together, even if I was smaller! We'd have each other's backs!"

I had said that. To a bird. One long gone by now.

Izuku's eyes were big and glossy, tears pricking at the edges before falling down on star kissed cheeks. "I know it's been a long time, but I'd always intended to keep it!" The grown ass man sniffled patheticly, and had I known any better, Id say it hurt a bit to watch him look at me with eyes that big and a wobbly lip, like I had broken his small heart. Quickly that sniffle turned into a hiccup and then a sob and the next thing I knew he was on the floor crying something so hauntingly beautiful it took every fiber of my soul and magic to keep myself from going to him and whispering sweet nothings into his feathered hair. It felt like every sound that came out of his pretty lips made my heart hurt with him. I wanted nothing more than to comfort my soon to be mate. But I was a dragon, and that came with so much stubborness that it managed to ground me in place and breath shakey breathes.

Something deep in my mind clicked. The beauty that I just now seemed to be seeing, the song between his lips that filled the air with thick turbulant Magic that was only kept away thanks to the strong enchantments around us, and the the big green eyes that spoke of wonders of the world. I was sure now. This was no human or long lived species. It was like me. Like us. A creature just as old and powerful. A creature that was once considered Gods themselves before they were hunted out of fear by humans and those like them. Creatures that lived in air, land, and sea.

A siren.

I had heard about them from my mother when i was a child, shortly after my little Deku had left me. They were a species that came into existence along with dragons and were even considered rivals. But unlike dragons, Sirens were cursed gods. They were born with only so much magic that started to leak out of them as soon as they were concived, making them, much like dragons, slow to reproduce as most didn't make it out of the egg. They held a great affinity, though, for all magic types and could hold a great mass of it. But because of the leakage, they had to source their magic from other creatures less they wish to die. Because of this, their life expectancy is tied directly to the magic they hold. What would look like an old woman could easily become young and beautiful as long as she ate something with potent magic. And because they leaked magic they were made to use it better than all. Magic that would come out of their pours would instead wrap around their vocal cords, their sounds becoming words, thoughts, meaning and turning it into power. Only dragons could match their innate magic.

That was the only way any of this was possible. And if he really was the little bird from then...

"De-ku...?"

The name felt like ash on my tongue but the man immediately stopped his enchanting wail. He blinked up and me and then smiled, eyes softening at me. "You remember!"

I ended up marrying that siren, which I did get to confirm by both him, my parents, and his mother who had been that older humming bird who had taken him away from me so long ago, was in fact my Deku. I still hated him for a bit after that, but I was crowned and busy taking over what my mother had given me. Izuku, impressively, helped quite a bit. The younger dragons quickly eased up to him and found his strength worthy of their king, though the older ones did not. I quickly found myself not hating this siren for much longer. He was strong and kind and beautiful. Not that he wasn't handsome when he was human, but he fit my taste better as a siren than his human disguise. His feathers had slimmed down and become like a polished sparkling gems in the moonlight. Beautiful in every angle. I wasnt able to keep myself from him long.

Within just 20 years we became mates in more than official means. He was my heart and I adored him. Through the years we would go out and enjoy a small few years as other creatures, both for diplomatic reasons, and as a general break. We had children too. Turns out when you mix two species who have an impossible time having children, you get extremely fertile eggs. My parents beamed at that as this meant a better future generation.

Decades passed then the time of man arrived and all things that werent human were hunted to extinction. I had to hide my people and others. I could have wipped the humans out and let dragons reign again, but my husband told me it was the way of nature. It would balance out in time. He had always been better at future sight than I. Plagues passed over the humans and reduced their numbers but they'd just spring back up faster than weeds. Soon enough wars became bigger, humans found and fought over new land, trade, spices, people. Art covered history, history only fairy tales and my people and others were forced to become one with them. We saw the rise and fall of kingdoms and the eradication of people's only different by some miles and an accent. New technology was made and evolved. Wars now reached over waters and to different continents. Legends and stories were adapted and changed. Things developed faster.

My husband was hypnotized by the human's new technology and aided in their research. We had both come to know all there was to know on magic, and though he still loved and studied it, with the rise of human technology and magic all but disappearing, he found new passion with the technology and sciences. I didn't find it too interesting, but it was far from boring at least. Despite this new found interest I felt that we were suddenly growing apart. After all these thousands of years together, somehow, it was this that drew him away from me?

No. I know the reason why it happened. I just was too ashamed to admit it until it was too late.

I left him when he needed me most.

He disappeared again, without a word. The last I saw him he was begging for my help, use my magic that had grown with me as I became an Elder and had only grown stronger since to save a child. But I refused as that would mean giving humans the one thing they should never have.

I didn't see him again.

At least I didn't think I would. Not after I left him sobbing like that on the floor of our empty home.

But there he was. Younger now, in human form. Nearly brown skin with freckles. Black hair that illuminated a deep green where the light touched with a few spare purple feathers he didn't bother to hide. Unnaturally Green wide eyes. In a uniform of grey and blue, talking to a young human with bobbed brown hair and eyes with flushed cheeks who wore the same blazer as him but sported a skirt instead of pants.

His eyes scanned over her and around the room of students before catching mine and smiling bright. Stretched. Strained. Fake. It made me angry. It made the pit in my stomach that had formed since I last saw him grow. It had been 300 years since I saw him last but it felt longer than that. It felt impossibley long. I wanted to hold him.

His eyes refocused on the human girl and I wanted to kill her. To snap her neck and swallow her whole. To bellow flames at her until her charred body became ashes and that became smoke. I wanted my husband's focus on me. Even if it hurt. I didn't want anyone else near him. But I swallowed the burning need to take my mate back and hide away with him. As far as I could tell, we were indefinitely seperated.

It wasn't the first time we seperated, but those had lasted only a hand full of years and we'd always come back to each other. This felt perminate. Like what I had done 300 years ago killed what ever love he had for me, which is in itself amazing as that man had never seemed to truly hate anything ever. But now he hated me. Theres no other way to describe the empty eyes that had met mine for that brief moment.

I loved his eyes.

They were so bright and full of wonder.

It made me angrier.

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Kacchan.

My Kacchan.

So beautiful and full of power.

I revered him from a young age. I adored him even younger. I had the blessing to love him. And I fucked it up.

I killed something that should never be killed. It ruined me.

I should have listened. I should have stayed and tried other ways, despite the fact there were none. I should have never trusted them. He was right. He was always right.

And it ruined me.

I couldn't face him. I-... I couldnt! Being away from him was killing me but knowing he hated me was even worse.

I slept for awhile, hoping the pain would fade. What I awoke to made me hate myself even more, but what could I do? This was my penance. To live with that I had done, what I had made the world into. My kind didn't deserve what had happened to them. Maybe if at least I had fought for them, they would have found equal footing among humans! But now they were just hiding among them, miserable and forgotten.

I had promised to protect them, didn't I?

I remember this while watching a man with power he should not have emerging from a pile of flaming rouble with injured people in his arms.

The man, blonde, tall, rippling with muscle and a smile larger than life shouted from atop a crumpled buss, "I AM HERE!!"

I should ask for forgiveness from those I failed.

Maybe becoming a hero like this man was a good step in the direction.

Maybe I could face Katsuki again.

Notes: :))))))) geeze I love angst. And hinted past mpreg. I'll be posting fics here again, or at least the wips of them. It's fun.

But yea, non edited cuz phone editing is kinda ass and my eyes r blurry. When I post part 2, it'll be longer. Not sure if I'll continue with pov or just only have it for this chapter.

Lemme know what u think!!

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