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loveforpreserumsteve · 3 years ago

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Better Together: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU)

Two:

Picking up the toys from the living room, Steve carried them into the boys' bedroom. Oliver was standing on his bed, naked as the day he was born, and probably still wet from the bath. Giggling, the soon-to-be birthday boy wiggled his little body, just dancing and having a good time.

Meanwhile, Bucky was helping Finn into his pajamas. Steve shook his head and placed the toys in the toy box before gesturing for the older boy to get down. He still giggled the entire time and Steve couldn't help the smile on his face.

"You're silly," Steve informed, as if the boy didn't know it. Opening the dresser drawer, he pulled out a pair of Paw Patrol underwear and two different pairs of pajamas. Holding up a blue Power Ranger pair in one hand and a purple tie-dye pair in the other hand.

Offering them for Oliver, Steve asked, "Alright, little man, what one do you wanna wear?"

"Hmm," Oliver squinted, looking over the two. Back and forth, tapping his chin. Thinking about it for entirely too long. Especially since he was just going to bed.

"Squirt," Steve sighed, tired from the day and wanting to relax.

Maybe he wasn't ready for another baby.

Not like he was getting any younger, after all.

"That one!" Oliver grabbed at the purple tie-dye pair. Steve nodded, helping the little boy into his pajamas. Once he was dressed, he dropped down onto the bed with a harsh thud.

Steve facepalmed, hoping that the toddler's bed frame lasted at least another year. As he tucked Ollie into bed, Steve joked, "I'm gonna swap your bed for a trampoline."

"Okay!" Oliver eagerly agreed, wanting exactly that. He said, "For my birf-day?!"

"Maybe," Steve allowed, leaning in close so they could brush their noses together. Tenderly pushing the brown strands from his forehead, Steve kissed there and said, "But you won't find out unless you stop jumping on your bed."

"Okay," Oliver sighed as if it was a huge hardship.

Shaking his head, Steve wished, "Sleep tight, bub. Love you."

Oliver yawned, "Love you, papa."

Giving him one more kiss, Steve straightened and crossed over to Finn's bed. Exchanging a chaste kiss with Bucky as they switched kids. Crouching down, Steve went through the motion of tucking Finn in even though he was snug as a bug from his daddy already tucking him in.

"Ni-night," Finn yawned.

"Night-night, baby," Steve smiled, moving his curls off his face so he could kiss his forehead. Softly, Steve reminded, "Love you, cookie."

"Love you, papa," Finn cuddled up to his Big Bird plush.

Turning to leave the room, Steve spotted Bucky in the doorway, waiting for him. A comforting smile was on the handsome alpha's face, and when he extended his hand for Steve's, he took it. Letting his mate lead him into the living room after closing the boys' bedroom.

"May I offer you a night of ice cream and cheesy teen movies from our youth?" Bucky offered, already heading for the kitchen.

Sitting down on the sofa, Steve teased, "And they say romance is dead."

Bucky childishly stuck his tongue at him and opened the freezer. Grabbing the bourbon vanilla bean truffle ice cream from the back, he grabbed two spoons from the drawer beside him. All the while Steve started flipping through the streaming catalog.

"Anything good?" Bucky asked, sitting down beside Steve and handing him one of the spoons.

"You know you're more of an omrom connoisseur than me," Steve smirked, handing him the remote and taking the container of ice cream.

"Yeah, oh-kay," Bucky sarcastically agreed. Playfully narrowing his eyes, "Not like you just wanted the ice cream all for yourself."

Chuckling, Steve shoved a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. Not denying it since he was an ice cream hog. Especially when it came to this particular Häagen-Dazs flavor. But he doubted his husband could blame him. Especially not when Steve spooned some out and held it up to Bucky's mouth while the brunet was distracted trying to find a movie.

Bucky accepted the bite and decided on one from the late 90s. Settling further into his seat, Bucky wrapped his arm around Steve's slender shoulders and used his own spoon to get another bite. A quiet contentedness wrapped around them like a cozy sweater, so Steve leaned into the contact.

It had taken nearly two months to get back to this moment, and Steve was always scared that it was going to end. That he was going to cause it to end. After all, it was his fault they were only now getting back to being comfortable with each other. He was the one that shut the bond down and spread himself too thin. He had chosen to leave Bucky with his own emotions drifting into a void that he had become.

Discreetly, Steve tensed his jaw and then relaxed it. Did it again, and then again. Needing to stop blaming himself for something that he took accountability for and was trying to fix. But habits were hard to break. Especially toxic coping mechanisms.

As Dr. Strange had reminded him, it was going to take some time.

Dr. Strange also encouraged Steve to say what was really on his mind. So, his mouth decided, "Should we try?"

"Try what?" Bucky asked, eating another spoonful of ice cream.

Swallowing thickly, Steve clarified, "Try to get pregnant."

Taking a moment, Bucky asked, "Is that something that you want to do?"

"I mean, we aren't getting any younger."

Bucky moved so he could look at his mate, "Do you want to be pregnant? Or just have another baby?"

Eating more ice cream, Steve thought about it. He enjoyed being a father and he thought that he was an okay one. He at least tried his best at it. And he didn't mind being pregnant after the first time. He liked being able to feel their little flutters. He felt empowered that his body – that had let him down so much in his youth – was able to create another human being.

Of course, ever since they buried Rory, Steve had felt like a desert in a drought. Was he ready to host another wombmate?

"We can wait, Stevie," Bucky softly assured, marking his slender shoulder. Kissing his temple, "We've got plenty of time."

Nodding, Steve passed the container of ice cream to Bucky. Deciding he was done, he made himself more comfortable. Nuzzling into the strong alpha's side. Enjoying the way Bucky held him tighter and how the affection was just as strong as it always was.

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1eos · 5 years ago

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@jungcircleo wanted me to look at dk’s birf chart nd *rookie announcer voice* WE’RE LIVE!

and..........what the actual hell? as usual idk this dude BUT HIS LACK OF EVERY ELEMENT BUT AIR WHAT IN THE WORLD??????? ND THE AQUARIUS STELLIUM IM GONNA SCREAM

ok ok ok ok so air dominant ppl.....sociable, weird, fake intellectuals...etc. esp bc all of his air placements are in aquarius....aquarians r the peak of hipster fake intellectual culture. theyre so weird nd proud of it. tell an aquarius they aren’t original nd their heads would literally explode. nd to have no water, earth, or fire......bro i cant even imagine a person like this. having none of the other elements means he’s not super emotional, he’s not grounded, AND he’s kinda floppy for lack of a better word.

his moon IS in cancer so good news he’s not the standard ‘my god complex gets in the way of my emotions’’ aquarius. the bad news is......its a cancer moon. cancer moons are so fucking weird bc they honest to god need attention (good or bad) or they will fizzle away into dust.

\cancer moon men can be really warm nd i think its a good placement so that they actually wash their ass nd cry BUT it makes their ego sooooooooooooo sensitive. nd cancer moons (like all water moons) love to be the victim. even if theyre in the wrong. ESP when theyre in the wrong. like...cancer moons will assume ure mad at them bc u texted back 4 minutes slower than usual then get mad at YOU for being mad at THEM even tho......u werent. just a lot of drama

nd ANOTHER AQUARIUS VENUS! say it with me class 🗣CHEATER!!!!!!!!!!!🗣 aquarius suns have commitment issues anyways but to double it with an aqua venus too? story time: met an aqua girl on tinder. when i was busy she would text me non stop. when i finally showed interest nd got invested she dropped off. that’s ALL AQUARIANS. idk what it is with them.........they just move on to the next one the moment things get even a lil serious. but they also crave companionship -_____________-

wait. oh god not the aqua mercury 😭😭😭😭 mercury is the planet of communication nd aqua mercury means this dude always got an opinion and/or something weird to say. aqua mercury ppl have to say off the wall shit. they cant help it. this dude will argue the color of the sky bc aqua mercury ppl just cant AGREE! THEY CAN’T JUST SAY YES. THEY HAVE TO ADD SOME SHIT ND THEY HAVE TO ARGUE. they fucking survive on irritating ppl by starting impromptu debates

libra mars..............OHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! LIBRA MARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! mars is anger/aggression nd u would think libra mars ppl are harmless right? like all the other air mars dont have hands nd all they can do is run their mouth but libra mars can have some serious tempers. like for the most part this dude wants to get along w ppl (even tho all his aquarius placements makes him insufferable on some level cabuz he thinks he’s always right) nd he may even be a bit of a doormat bc libra placements would rather be a pushover rather than being hated........but. BUT! when libra mars ppl snap. they fucking SNAP. that dude from got7 that threw the laptop? he has a libra mars. libra mars ppl r the living embodiment of that post that goes ‘arent u tired of being nice? dont u wanna go apeshit?’ watch out he might have hands aklffklallk

overall this is a talkative dude that always has some shit to say nd he pretends to be cool calm nd collected but inside everything hurts his feelings nd if he ever gets pushed over the edge........somebody gone die

#these charts r a mess #kpop boy roasting

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itsjustascarecrow · 5 years ago

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Hap Birf to Arvokas Valo!! born on Kelona 35th, 25 BBY!

the oldest Valo sibling, but only by sheer technicality b/c he’s not actually of Valo blood. the son of Darthustra and Aberrant, but he was unaware of his mother’s name, as she abandoned him almost as soon as he was born and after she killed his father. however, he was saved by another member of his father’s Nightbrother tribe, a man by the name of Pious, who raised him as his own and eventually as an older brother to his other/younger adoptive son.

but, as it turns out, the other child Pious saved and aimed to raise was Jumalan’s only son Taivas. And after Darthustra’s death, Jumalan was able to make his way to the Nightbrothers’ village seeking refuge, where he was reunited w/ his son and given the means to return home. Arvo, finding this out, decided he didn’t want to part w/ his baby brother nor did he want anything to do w/ Dathomirian culture as it currently stood, so he asked Jumalan if he could go to Bespin w/ him. Jumalan readily agreed, and upon arrival (and after explaining the situation to everyone else), Aamun gave him the new name Arvokas (which has the complete opposite meaning as his deadname) and he was considered part of the family, tho not necessarily officially adopted.

it took many years before it was finally revealed that he did in fact share blood w/ both Taivas and Tähtien; in fact, it was Tähtien’s arrival that finally brought everything to light (no pun intended). years prior, when Jumalan had nonchalantly asked him for more details on his background/parentage, he’d put two and two together about Arvo’s mother. but due to the sheer amount of trauma he was still dealing w/ over that whole situation, he kept the realization to himself. fast forward to when Tähtien returned home, took one look at Arvo, saw the resemblance between him and Taivas, and finally Jumalan figured he couldn’t hide the truth anymore.

one other thing about him is that during the years prior to Tähtien’s return, he spent a lot of time w/ the new head of Málmur Ætt after catching their eye during a festival/ceremony one night. Myrkur, being one of few Force-sensitive members of Jah Karai, saw that sensitivity in Arvo as well. and given that they were still new to not only being head of their family but technically head of the whole tribe as well, part of them shirking their responsibilities was spending time training Arvo in the ways of the Force. that, and they could tell he was having trouble adjusting but didn’t quite feel comfortable bring all that up w/ his new family, so Myrkur was a welcomed mentor at that point in time.

~one year later...

need to readjust some stuff here to align his story w/ the most recent update to Taivas’ story; since i decided it made no sense for Jumalan and Darthustra to have another kid together, nor did it also not make sense for him to just leave a baby out in the wild w/ nothing but a prayer that someone would find said kid, i’ve switched it to these two half-brothers being raised together since birth. Arvo is still the other brother by five years, and they’ve known from the start they share a mother instead of it being a mystery. it was also a joint decision for them wanting to leave Dathomir together when Jumalan showed up looking for safe passage back to Bespin; they both just simply wanted out of that culture, tho still grateful to Pious for being their foster father.

so obviously this connection is why he has the closest relationship to Taivas out of all his siblings; as i’ve mentioned, it’s difficult for him to open up to others. i think early on he might’ve been worried that he was gonna lose said connection some time after Minun and Auri were born (which could’ve been another reason why he felt Myrkur was the only person he could talk to); if anything, the culture shock likely affected him more and longer than he initially realized. it was an extensive adjustment period, but he eventually figured out that he was by no means losing a brother. also once the Force sensitivity started manifesting in all the Valo siblings, his training w/ Myrkur was a way for him to settle in a bit better.

#including a bit of art b/c it's just so hard to get these dollmakers to do what i want #due to being dropped on his head after birth (in his mother's attempt to kill him) the horns on that side of his head never grew in #as for the hair style showing that off tho that's more of a personal choice #i'm still trying to figure tho if/how that may manifest in other ways (like mental stuff; be it trauma related or something else)#otherwise he's just generally the quietest among the valo siblings; he can be friendly and caring but it's kinda hard to get him to open up #sw oc tag #star wars #random bullshit #drawins #arvokas valo #valo ætt #2.35.25 BBY

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marshmallow--3 · 6 years ago

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Imagine - celebrating Mothering Sunday with Emmett and Jacob Frye.

TW: pregnancy, children, marriage

A few things I want to apologise for in advance:

If you feel there's gender roles here of a female nurturer & a male breadwinner. That's not my intention, the Reader does everything with her child because she wants to, not because she's expected to. And Jacob does do his share, it's just not shown in this particular story. He goes away during the day because y'know he's a gang leader and he has a city to check up on, so that's why it has that "Father is going to work and coming home when dinner is ready" feel. Again, no negative intentions.

If the mention of children and pregnancy upsets you in any way, or if it suggests that all the Reader exists for is making Jacob's babies, or that life only has meaning if you have children. I promise that's not the intention, but it's a Mother's Day piece, so she kind of has to be a mother.

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"Now, lad, what do we say when we open that door?"

Jacob smooths down the creases in his son's shirt, crouched to the four-year-old's height as he preens his appearance.

"We say, um we say, 'Happy Birfday!'"

"No, Emmett. We say 'Happy Mothering Sunday.'"

The child blinks, bamboozled. He eyes up the breakfast and flowers that are typically reserved for his mother's birthday.

"Happy Birfday," he maintains.

Jacob sighs. Having been at it for the past twenty minutes, he surrenders with a chuckle and a pinch at his son's ruddy cheek. Passing Emmett the bouquet of flowers, definitely not trusting the child with a tray full of fine China; barely trusting himself with it, if he's honest, he knocks on the bedroom door and nudges it open, retrieving the tray of food and following Emmett close behind.

"Happy Birfday, Mummy!"

You stretch in bed with a yawn, just managing to shuffle into an upright position as you cradle the bump at your stomach. You raise your eyebrow at your husband quizzically, whose expression simply reads don't ask, I tried.

Emmett crawls onto the bed and passes you the beautiful bouquet of yellow tulips; you smile sincerely as they're your firm favourite, not just for their bold colour or exquisite honey smell, but for their meaning too - there's sunshine in your smile. It was the first thing Jacob noticed about you when you two first met, and he never fails to bring it up whenever possible.

You gush your thanks, taking the flowers from your son and resting them in one arm as your other is instantly tackled with cuddles. He kisses your cheek once then presses his cheek against your bump, greeting his unborn sibling.

"Happy 'Birthday', I suppose, love," Jacob chuckles, approaching you with breakfast.

The salty smell of poached kippers tantalises your nostrils, making you inwardly urge your partner to cross the room quicker so you can tuck in. Accompanying the fish is a few slices of buttered bread and a shiny apple, a mug of fruit juice at the side, none of which particularly appeal to your queer tastebuds now you're with child. But you're thankful Jacob supposed as much, as there's a mountain of fish compared to the few slices of bread.

In the early hours of the afternoon, Jacob kisses you both on the cheek and leaves for duty. Usually it's without a timeframe of when he'd be back, but he promises to be back around dinner time.

Emmett crawls onto your lap and curls around your bump, getting comfortable for the story he picked out for you to read, The Princess and the Goblin. You had began reading it to him a few nights ago, and are approaching the end of the book. One scene is admittedly terrifying, and the way he drapes his arm around your bump and buries his face in your side has you questioning if he'd like you to stop.

Shaking his head, he declares, "I'm not frightened, Mummy. But the baby might be."

Chuckling, you pat your hand over his, realising his action was one of protection as opposed to fear.

Upon reading the final word, you close the book with a deep breath and glance down at your son to gauge his response. His face is swimming with emotion, opening his mouth and closing it soon after, rendered speechless by the ending of the story.

You gently press him closer, rocking him in your arms as you ask him what he'd like to do next.

"Another!"

"Another? What would you like to read next?"

His face scrunches up in contemplation, before answering, "Your book."

"My-- oh."

You don't know how he found out about that.

For the past few months, you've been working on a picture book to gift to him on his fifth birthday, the age his Assassin education would formally begin. Colluding with Henry Green, a good friend, in-law and uncle to your offspring, you whittled the history of the Brotherhood down to the basic facts so that it might be comprehended by a child. Your skills as an artist helped make it even more accessible, decorating the pages with watercolour paintings of famous figures and eagles, one of the symbols of the Assassins.

Emmett waits patiently for your answer. Realising there's no point in hiding it since he already knows about it, and reasoning he's almost five years old anyway, you agree and fish it out from its hiding spot in a nearby bookshelf.

Returning to your previous position, you open the book and begin reading a page about an Italian brother, "Ezio Auditore."

"Essio?"

"Ezio, darling."

"So that's Essio," his finger points lightly at the sketch of the hooded man with olive skin, skimming across the page to another drawing of his beret-sporting friend.

"Who's that?"

"That's Leonardo da Vinci."

He whoas and absorbs the information you relay to him, his eyes as wide as saucers. He sits in silence for a while as you read, before fidgeting in your lap and looking up at you.

"Mummy?" You hum in response, turning the page to a hidden blade. "Can I be like Daddy some day?"

You pause, mulling over the best way to word it. It's a topic that has cropped up often between you and Jacob, and you eventually came to an agreement that it will ultimately be Emmett's choice once he's old enough to make such a huge decision.

"You can be whatever you want to be, darling. If you want to do what Daddy does, then you can. But you must know that no one is forcing you."

He seems satisfied with your answer, staring into space with a pensive gleam in his eyes.

The final grains of sand trickle down the hourglass on the table next to you, indicating it's time to finish prepping dinner. Dismissing your son for play with a gentle nudge on his shoulder, you rise and busy yourself in the kitchen.

Having inherited your creativity, Emmett sets his eyes on fixing up his very own gauntlet, scrambling through his drawers for the right materials. Finding a wooden ruler, he measures it next to his forearm and grins, tying it to his arm with several socks. The end of the ruler just sticks out past his wrist, which he flexes, testing the security of the ties.

Scanning the room for his first target, his eyes land on a teddy bear propped up on his pillows.

"Prepare to die, Teddy!"

Stone-faced, he charges at the stuffed toy and pokes its squishy belly with the tip of his pseudo-blade, his composure soon breaking as he erupts into a fit of giggles.

Emmett continues for a time, leaping and pretending to eliminate his toys, until the familiar clip-clop of hoofs halt outside the house. Peering out of the window to catch sight of his father dismounting the horse-drawn carriage, he rejoices at his safe return, bounding down the stairs and waiting eagerly in the hall with his gauntleted arm behind his back.

Opening the door, Jacob beams at the welcoming party, carefully pulling him in for a hug. He feels something press against his stomach, the vibration of his son snickering before pulling away to flaunt his hidden blade.

"You're dead now!"

Jacob clutches his gut where he was poked, his jaw dropping as his eyes grow wide. Coughing melodramatically, he slumps on the floor and fakes groans of pain, exclaiming just how much agony he's in. Emmett stands over him, his childlike chortles contagious.

Jacob adopts a weak voice, spluttering, "You may have taken my life... But you will never have my dinner!"

"Daddy, no! Don't leave me alone with Mummy!"

"Charming!" You scoff playfully, having watched the scene unfold from the doorway. Both boys look up at you, your arms crossed and your eyebrows raised.

"Come along, now, children." You stress the final word while smiling sweetly at Jacob, a veritable child in disguise if ever you met one. "Dinner's nearly ready."

After a delicious beef dinner, admittedly not as exquisite as usual with the cook at home for the day, Emmett excuses himself, tugging on his father's sleeve and silently giving him a look which has him exiting the room with him. Glancing at his plate, you're surprised to see he's eaten all his vegetables, pondering what he's up to disappearing so abruptly. Your brooding is cut short when he reappears, carrying a sponge cake in his steady hands.

You're lost for words, suspiciously eyeing up Jacob as he lays dessert plates down on the table with a cake server, helping your son lift the cake onto the table too.

"Did Daddy make this with you?"

Emmett bursts out laughing, perhaps aware even at his young age of how preposterous that idea is. Jacob pouts, feeling somewhat picked on.

"No, Auntie and Uncle helped me."

You tilt your head, absorbing the details of the cake and smiling at the indulgently sweet smell of vanilla and jam filling your nostrils with every inhale. Though you originally found yourself craving nothing but salt since you first came to learn of your expectancy, your stomach has seemingly just changed teams, growling and demanding all the sugar it can get. Powdered sugar has been sieved over the top of the cake, most likely through a stencil as the crystals form the shape of flowers in a ring.

You make a mental note to thank your dear in-laws later, quite eager for now to tuck in and sate your sugar-hungry stomach.

The staff return a few hours later, a fresh glow noticeable in their cheeks. Clearly the day off has done them the world of good, though they're quite eager to return to their work. Your maid even offers to bathe Emmett and let you relax for the evening, but you politely decline her offer, happy to oversee his bedtime routine yourself.

After fighting with him over the removal of his gauntlet, he's soon bathed, dressed and tucked in to bed. You sit at his side, stroking his hair and singing him to sleep, pressing your lips against his forehead upon hearing the pace of his breathing change. Rising, you linger at the doorway, thankful for such a good and sweet child. He's out like a light, letting you close the door behind you and turn to face your husband.

Jacob smiles and holds his arms out, wrapping them around you once you've closed the gap, resting your cheek on his shoulder. He enjoys the peace of holding you for a few beats before breaking the silence, telling you to meet him in the bedroom for his gift.

"More gifts? Jacob, darling, you've spoiled me enough for one day."

He falls silent.

You lift your head to face him, noting his dark eyes and seductive expression.

"Oh..." You mumble, blushing from the naïvety of missing his euphemism. "That kind of present."

He winks now that you've caught on.

"Yep," he whispers against your ear, his whiskers scratching the side of your cheek. His voice is low and purring, "That kind of present."

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divinebird · 6 years ago

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astralis | sheith | post-Voltron with kids | 3.5k

Keith’s birthday, years after they saved the universe.

The shifting bed slowly drags Keith out of sleep, releasing a noise of protest and instinctively reaching out to latch onto the warm body trying to leave. There’s a low, soothing chuckle that follows the sweep of a warm hand brushing his hair back, and then the soft press of lips against his forehead.

“Go back to sleep. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Hmph.” Keith slowly lets go and rolls over into the vacated spot, soaking up the leftover warmth. “Mmkay.”

If anything else is said, he’s out before he can hear it.

He comes to (again) when a familiar weight is pressing down on him, gentle kisses planted onto every inch of his face.

Keith keeps his eyes shut and pretends that he’s still asleep, but he’s sure that the act is broken by his own languid smile. A huff of laughter is released from the person above him, their noses brushing together when there’s a soft murmur of:

“I know you’re awake.”

“Am not,” he retorts.

“Are too.” A kiss is dropped onto his nose. “Wake up, lazy butt.”

With a sigh, Keith opens his eyes in time to catch the flash of amusement that passes over Shiro’s face before it turns into open fondness. He wraps his arms around him and hums, nuzzling against him as he says, “I’d rather stay here.”

“Well,” Shiro says. “The munchkins are waiting.”

As if on cue, there’s the sound of running feet pattering down the hall followed by small giggling that gets louder as it nears the door.

“Guess they were too impatient,” Shiro says with an exasperated sigh, but he looks entirely fond when he speaks. “An attack is imminent. You better prepare yourself, baby. Who knows what’ll happen?”

“I think I can handle this fight,” Keith replies dryly, eyes fixed on the door as the knob starts turning.

Suddenly, it stops.

Then, two children appear on the bed in a flash of blue light. Kosmo looks entirely pleased with himself as he curls around them, tail flicking in satisfaction, while the kids—babies, he reminds himself; because they’ll always be his babies—shriek with rambunctious laughter.

Shiro moves off him just as they start crawling across the bed to climb onto Keith. He’s greeted with a big, wet kiss on both his left cheek and his right eye, both paired with a sound of mwuah!

They adopted a baby Galra a few years after the war was over, once they were settled quite nicely into their new lives. He had been abandoned by a group of Galra who still believed in Sendak’s ideals, and Keith just had to bring him home.

Keith was lucky that Shiro readily agreed to them taking in the baby because there was no way that he was going to leave him just like the baby’s parents had done.

Hikaru was the name they chose for him.

Sometime after that, Keith discovered that he was pregnant (boy, there were several loud complaints about Shiro’s ‘super sperm’ after that), and both Shiro and Keith were super excited for another addition to their family.

She took exactly fourteen hours, thirty-eight minutes, and twenty-nine seconds to be born and although every single moment of that long wait was agonizing, it was worth it.

They named her Akira.

“What do we say to daddy now, huh?” Shiro asks from the side while Keith discreetly wipes off the spit. “Just like we practiced, remember?”

“Happy birf!” Hikaru chirps. His pointed ears twitch as he flattens on top of Keith, flashing a (pointy) toothy grin at him and peering at him through glowing, yellow eyes. It’s starting to wear off as he ages and Keith is certain that his eyes will be purple. He’s three.

“Habbee daddy!” Akira says happily, though it comes out muffled as she gnaws on the sleeve of her Black Lion onesie that Lance made. She has the same eye color as Shiro, but she has Keith’s long black hair and his cute button nose (according to Shiro). She’s only two.

“Close enough,” Shiro says. “We’ll get there someday.”

Keith wraps his arms around their babies and kisses the tops of their heads, hugging them close. “Thank you,” he says, unable to stop smiling. “You two are very sweet. I love you.”

Both kids echo the sentiment, though Akira draws it out until Kosmo joins in with a soft howl. That makes Akira giggle, and then she’s wiggling out of his embrace to crawl over to the space wolf. She wraps her arms around him, which makes Kosmo huff happily.

The wolf and the kids have a very special bond. He’s very protective of them and is always by their sides whenever the whole family goes out, but Kosmo has proven to be easily corruptible. He often plays a hard game of hide-and-seek with them whenever it’s bath time or the kids have made a mess and don’t want to get in trouble.

The new parents did, of course, worry about them not getting along, so now they’re both glad that Kosmo is so open to being a big brother.

“Time to get up,” Shiro suddenly says, pushing himself off the bed and scooping Hikaru off Keith. He immediately latches onto Shiro’s arm and dangles off it while Shiro tugs on the sheets with his other hands. “We all made you a perfectly edible breakfast, and you have to eat it before it gets cold.”

“Perfectly edible, huh?” Keith arches a brow and fights a teasing grin. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

That prompts a smack on his ass once he’s finally up, which makes Keith laugh in delight as he pets through Kosmo’s flank before picking up Akira and following Shiro out of the room.

He sets her down to go to the bathroom and get his business over with, washing his face and brushing his teeth while attempting to comb out the few knots in his hair. Keith pulls it back into a ponytail when he fails, figuring he can fix it properly after he showers.

“Daddy, les’go!” Akira says, grabbing his hand the moment he steps out and tugging him towards the kitchen. “Made eggys and cakeys!”

Translation: Eggs and pancakes.

“We have this for you!” Hikaru exclaims once he’s seated at the table, holding up a black plastic headband with two cat ears poking out on top. “Birf hat! Wear it!”

He thrusts it out at Keith, who takes it with a bemused smile.

“Thanks, baby,” he tells him, carefully putting the headband on. “Did your Papa pick this out?”

Hikaru nods rapidly.

“Huh.” Keith glances over at Shiro, whose ears are tipped red and is pointedly not looking their way. He rests his elbow on the table drops his chin onto his palm, directing a grin at him. “That was nice of him. Maybe Papa bought it for a reason.”

“Papa,” Shiro stresses. “Won’t be talking about this right here. In front of the kids. Instead, he’ll wait until the night to show you why he picked these out.”

“Alright,” Keith replies, entirely amused. “Just know that I’ll be picking out your ‘birthday hat’ when February is near.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything different.”

Shiro turns away from them to grab two plates, one stacked with pancakes and the other covered in scrambled eggs. He walks over to the cupboard to bring out four other plates, setting them down on the table before serving them food. The kids get the pancakes first, and Hikaru is practically bouncing in his seat as Shiro cuts it into pieces for him while Akira stares her food down with furrowed brows as she stabs her fork into it.

“They wanted to add sprinkles to the mix,” Shiro says after he’s done cutting up Akira’s pancake, sliding a plate with a golden brown pancake to Keith. There are bits of color here and there, which must be the sprinkles. “Said that they would make it taste better.”

Keith cuts a piece and pops it into his mouth, humming at the taste. “Well, they’re not wrong about that. It’s delicious!”

“Don’t say that,” Shiro says quickly. “Then they’ll want it every day!”

“What?” Akira asks, squinting at them suspiciously. Her cheeks have streaks of pink and blue while her mouth is coated in chocolate syrup. “What you talk about!”

“Don’t be nosy,” Keith chides, reaching over to tap her nose. “Unless you want Aunt Pidge to take your nose away!”

“No,” she whispers fearfully, covering her nose with both hands and possibly dirtying them. Bath time is definitely going to be early today. “My nose! Not Aunty Pip!”

“You have mine,” Hikaru offers graciously, waving his fork around. “I give you my nose, Kira!”

Akira sniffles. “Thank ‘ou, Karu.”

Even though their names are already pretty short, they still managed to create nicknames for each other. It’s endearing to hear, and his heart always grows warm whenever he sees proof of their sibling love for each other.

“Make sure you guys eat all of your breakfast,” Shiro says, sliding sippy cups full of milk to their kids. Hikaru immediately drinks it while Akira focuses on licking her fork clean. “We have a long day ahead of us and we won’t get to eat until lunch.”

“We do?” Keith asks in surprise. “What are we doing?”

Shiro rolls his eyes. “Every year you try to find out your birthday plans before it happens, and every year I tell you the same thing: ‘nice try.’”

Keith huffs and stuffs a forkful of eggs into his mouth. He’ll never stop trying.

After breakfast, Shiro volunteers himself to bathe the kids. Keith lets him take the job in favor of cleaning up the kitchen, smiling to himself when he hears the laughter that spills out of the bathroom and fills up the rest of the house.

By the time he’s freshly showered and dressed (in casual clothes, as Shiro ordered), Shiro has the kids and Kosmo packed in the car and ready to go. Keith spies a couple of coolers in the trunk, several grocery store bags, and a bright red umbrella, and yet he still can’t get a sense of where they’re going.

“Is it a long drive?” Keith asks once they start driving away from their house—built next to that old shack in the desert, far enough away from everything so they won’t ever be disturbed. “I don’t think we can last a long car ride with the kids…”

Shiro laughs. “Don’t worry, we won’t be. I took that into consideration and decided we should have a faster way of getting there.”

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“I should have known we were coming here,” Keith says as he catches sight of the glittering waters in the distance. “You packed our cooler, that’s usually a dead giveaway.”

“We’ve only been to the beach three times,” Shiro replies, eyes fixed ahead. “I’d be surprised if you remembered that it was our beach cooler.”

The ride would have taken about two and a half hours by car, but being Defenders of the Universe has its perks from time to time—in this case, Shiro herded them all into the Black Lion once they arrived at the IGF-Atlas, just outside the Garrison. He piloted it while Keith sat on the floor of the cockpit with Kosmo and their sleeping kids.

They slow down as they near the beach, and Keith spies the hulking forms of the other Voltron Lions sitting in the sand. They’re all currently cloaked right now, but Black automatically detects them and points them out on her screens.

After they saved the world, Pidge managed to fabricate more cloaking devices for the rest of the Lions. It made it easier to travel around without being attacked by eager fans who wanted to meet the Paladins of Voltron.

One of the screens zooms in on a cluster of blue in the center of all the Lions, showcasing an image of three pop up tents and a table lined with delicious food. There are balloons tied to the tents, and a banner that clearly reads ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEITH!’

“A party?” Keith realizes, disgruntled. “I thought I told you not to make a big deal out of things…”

“How can I not?” Shiro counters. “It’s not every day that you turn thirty.”

“Oh yeah? Then how come when you turned thirty you made us all promise to never mention it in your presence, huh?”

“We’re here,” Shiro says cheerfully, completely ignoring Keith like the coward that he is.

Once he lands carefully and allows the Lion to power down, Keith gently shakes the kids awake. Hikaru is always easier to wake up, eyes flying open and body popping up with a speed that still manages to surprise both Keith and Shiro. Akira, on the other hand, glares up at him for disturbing her sleep and rolls onto Kosmo instead.

“Kira,” Hikaru says, with all the exasperation that a three-year-old can muster. “Come on! Beach time!”

“I no like,” Akira says grumpily. “I stay with Kosmo. No beach!”

Shiro crouches down beside them, wrapping an arm around Hikaru and reaching out to smooth Akira’s hair back. She stares up at him with the fiercest scowl, eyes a bit shiny as she clutches at Kosmo’s fur.

“The other Lions are here,” Shiro says in a low, soothing voice. “And so are all your aunts and uncles. Don’t you want to see them? They miss you.”

Akira sniffles. “Aunty ‘Lura here?”

“Yes. She’s here.”

That makes Akira light up and she pushes herself up to stand, grabbing Shiro’s hand and stomping excitedly. “Les’go!” she cries, tugging on it. “Les’go! I wanna see Aunty ‘Lura!”

Black lowers her head to extend the ramp out of her mouth. Akira takes off in excitement, shouting for Allura the moment she’s outside. Shiro hands Hikaru over before chasing after her, grabbing half the things they brought on the way out.

Kosmo stretches and yawns, long tongue licking over sharp teeth, and disappears in a flash of blue light.

“Just you and me now, kid,” Keith tells Hikaru, standing up to grab the other cooler. He peeks inside the grocery bags. “Here, this one has chips. Why don’t you take it?”

“Okay, daddy!” Hikaru says, crouching down to wrap both of his arms around the bag and hefting it up with heavy breath. “Heavy! But I help!”

“Good job,” Keith says proudly, ruffling his hair with his free hand. Hikaru beams at him, ears twitching in happiness. “Now let’s go, I bet everyone is waiting for us.”

Lance, Hunk, and Coran greet him with a cheer and wave, standing in front of the grill as they cook up something that looks like ribs. Pidge waves at him offhandedly while Matt nods in greeting, the two of them mostly focused on a device that’s sparking angrily on one of the tables. Krolia kisses the top of his head when she passes by with a big box, Kosmo trotting at her heels. Allura shoots him a bright smile, Akira perched on her hip despite her currently large stomach.

“Nice to see you all,” Keith says to everyone with a grin of his own, directing Hikaru to the food table so he can put his bag down. The moment he does, he takes off to be by Shiro’s side. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Nope!” Coran says, coming over and grabbing him by his shoulders. He guides Keith to the bench beside Allura and forces him to sit down. “You’re the birthday boy! You’re supposed to sit down and relax while we do all the work.” He pauses and looks over at Lance. “Is that right?”

Lance nods, attention turned back to the grill when there’s the sound of loud sizzling.

Keith looks over at Allura once Coran moves away, nodding at her stomach. “How’s it going?”

“Oh, it’s going swell!” Allura answers rather brightly, slowly sitting down beside him. Akira plops down onto the sand and starts making a big pile. “I thought I’d be tired all the time like those books said, but I’ve felt nothing of the sort! I suppose that’s a perk to being Altean.”

“It was the same for me, too,” Keith says with a laugh. “Glad there’s something we have in common.”

“I wish we had the shorter term in common,” she replies with a small huff. “I already want them out of me so I can finally hold them in my arms.”

Keith looks at her. He squints. “You just wanna see if they have Lance’s ears.”

She sighs. “Yes, yes I do.”

He reaches over and pats her knee consolingly. “Look on the bright side,” he says gently. “You’re having twins—the chances that they’ll both have his ears shouldn’t be too high. Maybe one will, and the other will have yours.”

Allura covers his hand with her own and breathes out in relief. “Yeah, you’re right.” She laughs. “Look at you, already being a fantastic godfather to my children.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” Keith says easily.

“Daddy!” Hikaru shouts as he comes running up to them, bouncing in place and tugging on Keith’s shirt. “Papa says we go to the water! Let’s go!”

Keith looks over at Shiro, who grins back at him. “Alright,” he says, scooping both Hikaru and Akira up. The former shrieks in delight while the latter slumps in his hold. “But first, we gotta change you into your swim clothes and you gotta keep them on the whole time we’re in the water, deal?”

“Deal!” Hikaru says happily.

Akira grumbles in agreement.

He hands the kids off to Shiro for him to change them, smearing sunscreen all over their skin once they’re done. Akira wiggles around in an attempt to escape it while Hikaru tries to lick it off his hand. He doesn’t really need it like Akira does, purple complexion and all, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

“Now we’re all set and ready to go,” Keith says when he’s done, taking off his shoes and rolling up his jeans so they don’t get soaked by the waves. He doubts they’ll want to head deep into the water, and that’s why he doesn’t change into his swim trunks. “Ready to go splash around?”

“Kosmo come too?” Akira asks.

“You gotta ask him, baby.”

Kosmo does go with them, and the five of them happily splash around in the water for a good hour or so until it’s time for them to eat.

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They’re all huddled around the fire pit while it crackles and dances with flames, the stars twinkling above them as they exchange stories of their recent travels. Pidge is slumped against Hunk while Matt sprawls across their laps, the three of them bundled up in hoodies and jackets. Allura is sitting back against Lance, their intertwined hands resting on her baby bump with heavy blankets draped across their shoulders. Coran is between the two clumps, manning the fire and trying to figure out how to prepare s’mores for everyone while Krolia tries to help.

Keith and Shiro have their arms wrapped around their kids, who slumber on peacefully after a tiring day. They sacrificed their own blankets to tuck them around them, but their own body heat is enough to keep them from freezing as long as they stay close together.

Kosmo is lying in front of them, gnawing on leftover bones from all the ribs they ate earlier. He’s gotten through half the pile and it’s only been forty minutes.

A kiss is suddenly pressed to the side of his head, prompting Keith to look up at Shiro curiously.

Shiro is gazing at him with an expression that’s pure adoration, voice low when he says, “Happy birthday, baby.”

Cheeks growing warm, Keith manages a smile in return and whispers a soft, “Thanks.”

Another kiss, this time on his forehead. “Did you have a good day?” Shiro asks. “I know you said not to make a big deal, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself…”

“I did,” Keith admits, snuggling closer to him. “I really did. It was probably the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“You say that every year…”

“That doesn’t make it any less true!”

They share a laugh and quiet down when Akira shifts restlessly, only soothed by Keith’s soft shushing. She clutches the blanket tightly as she relaxes again, shifting closer to her brother in sleep.

“Are you happy?” Shiro asks next.

Keith tips his head back to stare at the stars, as bright as they are when they’re out in the desert. He thinks about everything that he went through and how despite all of that, he still managed to get to a point in his life where he has a family of his own, like he always wanted, and friendships that will forever stay strong.

And, a husband who also happens to be the love of his life.

A content sigh leaves him. He turns his head to kiss Shiro’s shoulder and meets his gaze, smile as soft as the warmth he sees in them.

“Yeah,” he answers. “I am.”

#sheith #Shiro (Voltron)#Keith (Voltron)#shiro/keith #;writes

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birf · 3 years ago

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You’re very welcome, the lesbians loves Birf and Dabi right back (it’s true I talked to every single one of us and we all agree)

I love you lesbians

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0helloalice · 6 years ago

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Alice’s Sapphic Adventures: T H E CASHIER! Aka: Smol titty gf does not tell me I’m cute.

I’ve been through some shit lately. some good, mostly I suppose. Girlfriend in texas did not come up because she’s an adult but her mom quote “won’t let me”. I and a friend have tried to explain to her several times that her mother can physically and mentally not stop her, but it’s up to her and I physically cannot do anything to help because I don’t drive.

I’ve discovered I hate when people tell me they're going to be somewhere or something is going to happen and they keep assuring me that it’s fine and nothing can go wrong and then either they bail and everything goes wrong or everything just goes wrong and they keep telling me it’s still going to work out.

I don’t mind holding her hand and “doing her a good momthering” as I say, but like it’s mentally exhausting. If I don’t do it she’ll drown and I’d really hate to be the death of someone. I know I can’t be responsible for everyone and what they decide to do. It sucks because they only friend she has literally that’s supposed to be supporting her is an argumentative and morally ignorant underwear sniffer that thinks this country is “sunshine and rainbows” in her general opinion.

In other news: A girl I’ve been talking to called me her gf and I love her now cause that’s apparently how this works lmfao! Yes, that exact lesbian moment when she flings the word girlfriend into a sentence and then you’re like “who me? is it me?” and she’s like “yes, nerd, tis you” and you immediately die in lesbian. she’s bought me a total of like, 3 pizzas this year and a very expensive flower arrangement w/ chocolate for the day of birf. She might come down in the next few months to shower me with unending smooches

We’ve got a new job and it rocks! The managers are super nice and supportive, and my coworkers are all pretty nice too. Yesterday was my first day (10/11) and my coworker Adri was showing me how to do the old IBM registers. When she went on her break I swear to gods she looks at me and says “Ok Alice, you’re THE Cashier now” and I turn to my coworker Lupe and say “Did you hear that, she said THE Cashier, not A Cashier, T H E C A S H I E R!”. I have thus of course, been reveling in it since. In fact I helped a lady today who’s friend’s girlfriend broke up with her (the friend of the lady not the lady) so she was buying her some sage! SAGE PEOPLE! SAGE! not any plant! S A G E! and she said it was to “just clean all that shit out” and I was like “you know, as a high priestess, I can tell you you always gotta have some sage!” and she laughed!

I’m remembering things I usually do around this time when the chill of fall sweeps in and whisks me away to places I’ve been and things I’ve done. Some of them good, most of them bad. But unlike normal, I think I’m going to try to stay calm and rather than let everything overwhelm me, I want to reflect on them. I never asked for a lot of things, but part of life is living with what is given to you. Not everything is a choice. I love the cold, it’s just that it brings a lot of things and my brain doesn’t agree with how it’s seduced me so.

I just know, that in December I still have a choice to make and hopefully we find the year has been good to me, but until then, will you Slow Dance with me?

Alice’s Sapphic Adventures will return in November

#Alice's Sapphic Adventures #Alice's sapphic journal #thoughts #journal #alice's writing #wlw #transgirl

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birf · 3 years ago

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•grabs you by your pfp• birf. Artist whose art I adore and who I have been following since like 2020.

You & your health/boundaries/needs/etc.>>>>>your Internet presence. Real fans of yours will agree with me on this

Oh 🥺

#thank you…#still feels hard

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loveforpreserumsteve · 5 years ago

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Baby Mine: Bonus “EOTL” Story (Pre-Serum Alpha!Steve and Amputee Omega!Bucky)

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Getting a tiny knee to the groin was definitely not the way that Bucky wanted to be woken up. Neither was being headbutted by a toddler's skull. But it sure did the trick. Bringing him directly out of pleasant dreamless sleep and into reality. Only managing to catch Noah a second before the toddler could fall off the edge of the king size bed.

Blinking himself awake, Bucky was greeted with Noah, Maisie, and Steve standing around the bed wearing different brightly colored and polka-dotted birthday party hats. With Hugh in the carrier on his chest, Steve in a blue and purple hat held a banner decorated with scribbles and drawings from Noah and Maisie that read: Happy Birthday, Daddy!

"What's all this?" Bucky rasped, carefully moving until he was sitting up against the headboard.

Maisie pushed the wheeled tray over to the bed, causing the bond to flare with unease from both sides at watching the four year old carelessly bump the tray against the end table. The frame with all of them at the hospital -- their first family portrait -- teetered, and Bucky was torn between catching the frame or the glass of apple juice on the tray. He chose the juice.

When the tray bumped into the side of the bed, Bucky grabbed onto it to steady it. Only then did the bond settle to the usual contentedness. Tucking his messy long brown hair behind his ears, Bucky looked over the breakfast. Short stack of uneven, oddly shaped pancakes ranging from an assortment of different colors, topped with fresh berries and whipped cream. On a separate, smaller plate, there were slices of turkey bacon crisped to perfection, if not a little burnt around the edges. But the item that Bucky reached for first was the mug of cinnamon roll coffee.

Smiling, Bucky pulled both of the toddlers close to his frame to hug them as he said, "Thank you! This is exactly what I wanted!"

"Happy birthday, daddy," Maisie exclaimed, kissing his cheek.

"Happy birf-day, daddy," Noah repeated, also kissing Bucky's cheek. Currently, Noah was in the copy-cat phase, and boy did it make visits with potty-mouth Auntie Becks a fun time.

Next was Steve, who leaned over to give Bucky a sweet kiss that always managed to settle deep in his bones. When he pulled back, he said, "Happy birthday, babe."

"Thank you," Bucky grinned, running his fingers along the stubble on Steve's jaw before kissing the top of Hugh's head. Stroking the soft, thick brown hair that always stuck up in random directions, no matter what Bucky tried to do with it.

As the pups ran off to go play, Steve sat down in the cushioned rocking chair. Stroking his hand in soothing circles along Hugh's back in the carrier, marking the baby with his scent, Steve contently closed his eyes. Bucky wheeled the tray even closer and picked up the silverware.

Around a mouthful of fluffy pancake, Bucky gleefully closed his eyes at the delicious taste that burst on his taste buds. Although it wasn't the prettiest, it tasted better than any other birthday breakfast he had. Sure, that had been years ago -- six years to be exact -- but Bucky knew that it was the best. And what made it even better was that Steve had taken the time to make it.

"Is the kitchen a disaster?" Bucky teased, spearing another piece of the fluffy, green, orange, and purple pancakes.

Amusement trickled through the bond as a smile tugged at Steve's lips, "Only a little." Still scent-marking their son, Steve opened his eyes to reassure Bucky, "I'll clean it up later."

The pair settled into a comfortable silence, enjoying the tranquility that flowed through the bond from both of them being satisfied. These were some of the moments that Bucky loved the most. Just being. With their pups and Steve happy, it was only natural for Bucky to be happy too.

Of course, a loud thud shattered that quiet serenity and a loud cry caused Steve to climb from the rocking chair. All the while, Bucky leaned over the bed, as if that would help him see down the hallway to the kids' rooms. It didn't, and one would think that living there for the past two months, Bucky would remember that. Watching Steve leave their bedroom to head down the hallway to the pups' rooms, Bucky stopped chewing, so he could listen better.

From the master bedroom, Bucky could hear Noah's cries and Maisie trying to explain, "I don't want him in here, papa!"

"Sweetie, you can't throw toys at your brother until he leaves," Steve reprimanded. That earned a soft snicker from Bucky as he remembered his childhood and what it was like to grow up with his siblings.

"But papa," Maisie argued and enunciated, "He wouldn't leave!"

"I know, but you still can't do that," Steve sighed, herding a sniffling Noah out of Maisie's room.

Pausing in their doorway, Steve shook his head in mock exasperation. Bucky shoved food into his mouth and quirked a brow to mutely ask if his assistance was needed. Steve blew him a kiss instead, leading Noah down the staircase. Knowing that Steve would call for him if he needed Bucky to help with their kids.

So, Bucky got back to his birthday breakfast. Every day he was reminded of just how lucky he was to have Steve.

Of course, he couldn't let Steve do all the parenting. Not even on his birthday. Swallowing his current bite, Bucky wiped his mouth and called out, "Maisie Eleanor, come here, please."

Peeking her head around the master bedroom's doorway, Bucky caught her eye and gestured with his hand for her to join him. Hanging her head, she entered their room as though she was heading to her own execution. Pausing at the foot of the king bed and running her tiny hands along the lilac purple comforter.

"Sweetie, we've talked about this," Bucky started, pushing the tray away and crawling to the end of the bed.

While Bucky took Maisie into his arms, she argued, "But he wouldn't leave, daddy!"

"I know," Bucky consoled, situating her on his lap. She rested her head on his shoulder and he brushed her hair away from her face, "But you can't do that. You could hurt your brother. And you don't want to do that, do you?"

"No," Maisie agreed, sighing before scenting Bucky.

"I think you should go apologize to Noah," Bucky told her, kissing the top of her head.

"Okay," Maisie climbed further up to kiss Bucky's cheek, and said, "Love you, daddy."

"Love you, too, baby," Bucky assured, helping her down. Steadying her, Bucky graciously showed his gratitude, "Thank you for breakfast."

"Welcome!" Maisie called as she raced out of the room, heading for the staircase, "You 'serve it!"

Bucky chuckled and looked around the bedroom. Never realizing how lonely breakfast and bed could be until he was left alone, in bed, with his breakfast. So, Bucky wheeled the tray out of the room and over to the elevator.

It still surprised Bucky to live in a home with its own elevator. But back when Steve first offered his home to Bucky and the pups, he hadn't been exaggerating about having more than enough room. In fact, Steve owned a five story brownstone in Brooklyn that had an entire floor of guest rooms. Of course, it had been handy when Bucky's family flew in from Indiana, but the many rooms in this single house was still something Bucky had to get used to. And also tugged at Bucky's heart whenever he wondered what Steve's day-to-day life was like before him and the pups. How lonely it must've been for him.

Arriving at the ground floor, dubbed the, "kiddie floor," Bucky wheeled the tray over to the smaller kitchen. For a moment, just watching as Steve cleaned up the mess from making breakfast. Enjoying the way Steve pursed his lips when he concentrated, but enjoying the way he occasionally kissed the top of Hugh's head even more.

Beyond the kitchen, Bucky could hear PJ Masks coming from the family room. Surprised that the pups weren't in the playroom behind him. Considering how Maisie had thrown toys at Noah though, Steve probably didn't want them to get too riled up.

"So, breakfast in bed is a no-go?" Steve questioned, glancing over at Bucky while he wiped the island counter.

Leaning against the archway, Bucky shrugged, "Got lonely."

"Well," Steve started, carefully removing the two month old from the carrier and grabbing a bottle, "At least you've got some good company."

"The best company," Bucky corrected, following Steve into the family room where Maisie and Noah were lounging on the large comfy sofa, preoccupied with their newest, favorite cartoon. Bucky settled in, adjusting the tray, and leaned in to give Steve another kiss. This was the best birthday breakfast he'd ever had.

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