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[butchnavi]

you're the one i think to call (how do i feel lucky and appalled at the same time)

[cebwrites]

Good christian morning y'all I was kneecapped by this fix in the best way possible so buckle up buttercups <3

we're back in with the possessiveness baybeee lets fucking GOOO!!!!

you can turn the cat into a fish but you can't take the cat out of the fish <3

i won't linger because i'm not trying to ugly cry again but this entire flashback scene was just so OUHHHH AUGHHHGHGHGGHH 😭😭😭

also if that jacket is the varsity jacket kirin begged his old man to get him being left behind i may just have to explode (checked the other fic. it is.... LORD......!!!!)

SAPPY TENDER LAW THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOUUUUUUU 💖💗💓💞💘

bastard <3

took a real show of herculean strength this one oh i KNOW it did 😤

why dis 🦈 look so mad

✨so what if i lived in a hole ✨

bro was waiting for these guys to start singing BEEEE WHO YOU AREEEE at him in the parking lot sdkfhsjgs

punk-ass city boy like kirin would've known this but fun fact an overwhelming majority of furries are queer in one way or another :3

i wonder if they might just actually to regain protein/energy and all that what canon kirin does with his clutch, since (spoilers ig) the majority of what he's carrying are mostly just duds

Nervouskitty.wav AUGHHHH

The letters were the point where I was completely inconsolable both times I read through this fic properly, like actually just barely keeping it together yelling with no sound bc I didn't want to wake anybody up 😭😭🫠💔 Mittens writes emotions well!!!

alright this did get me though skdjfnshdgj

LAWWWWWW!!!!!

alright i've caught too many glimpses of the letters and my eyes sting again pack it up boys we gotta go 🥲🥲

one, god damn. just like the man who found him i guess two, WAAAAAAAAHHHH MARBLE!!!!

loud ugly sobbing they're just so.... they're so soft.......

[ insert kitchen nightmares noise ] listen i have to lighten my mood somehow

well you see when a man and a mer love each other very mucfdhgf

THIS IMAGERY IS SO TENDER TO MEEEE 💖💗💞

he just laid your clutch law omg let a man breathe!! 😭😭

i'd imagine kirin and law would have to get creative when that eventually does roll around - like yeah it's only once a year but these two of all people you'd think would be super careful, horny brain aside, worse comes to worse kirin's just gotta help their baby out manually <3

can't imagine ending up with multiple bundles of joy like wingus and dingus (penguin and shachi) over there with their 3 kids and 2 on the way would be ideal for lawrin in particular, personalities and habits considered

one guppy is more than enough lmao

thanks so much again for the comm mittens!! if you're not too busy later this dec/jan i might want to follow up with that visit to pastor berkley and law's silly merm friends 👉👈

plus some art i made for this au a while ago!

Cracks in the Road (+18)

This lovely fic is a commissioned sequel to Race You to the Finish Line for @cebwrites

Mermaid!LawXKirin(OC)

Warnings: Ovipositor mention, breeding kink, cervix fucking, egg-pregnancy, past/referenced homophobia, egg laying/birth, sex during cramps/contractions, overstimulation, and bath sex. You have been warned.

Word Count: 8,554

The rain poured down over the blacktop road in thick sheets. Fat shutters of water that obscured the reflective signage on either side of the road. Warning of low or non existent shoulders and deep pits that collected water and debris like bowls. Thunder rumbling overhead as Kirin hissed, tipping back the slender bottle of cheap beer.

This was stupid.

So fucking stupid.

Kirin knew that.

Thoughts hazy, ears ringing from screams that had been silenced for weeks now.

Face hot and tears cluttering his lashes. Dashing what little light he could make out in the headlights into drunken blurs.

A flash of something in the road.

His hands gripping the steering wheel turning suddenly.

Tires screeching as Kirin hazily wondered if he remembered to turn away from the cliff.

Kirin awoke, curled into the dark embrace of his bed. Nighttime critters calling faintly outside in the cooling air. Moonlight gracing the bedroom floor in a sheet of silvered light. He shifted, grunting as the weight in his belly moved. Sighing with some difficulty as he turned into Law’s arms instead.

There was a weird tightness that wound around his hips and lower belly. The continuous pressure shifting slightly with every other movement. Teasing him with the steady progress of their eggs.

Kirin had a lot of questions after he woke up. Thankfully clean of any mud, but aching all over. Particularly between his thighs.

He swallowed hard, blinking away tears that he buried into Law’s soft hair. The other huffing noisily as they pulled Kirin closer. Legs tangling together restlessly.

Well, Law pulled Kirin as close as they could manage. Kirin’s belly noticeably swollen as the eggs gestated inside his body. Supposedly, there should be fewer now than what went it. Weak or unstable eggs dissolving along the way until only the most fit remained. Despite being a very… unconventional pregnancy, Kirin still experienced some things.

It was frankly bullshit, but Kirin wound up with odd cravings, massive mood swings, and… tenderness in odd places. Places Law was all too willing to tend to, chuckling softly when Kirin flushed, embarrassed about the soft beads of liquid that dripped down his chest. Which usually devolved into long, exhausting sessions that made his thighs shake as he clenched down onto whatever Law slipped into his folds. Fingers or cock, usually both by the time they were done.

Kirin swallowed hard, pushing down the surge of heat before he started needily grinding against Law—again.

Law never complained, but it was embarrassing how whiny Kirin’s voice got the further along the ‘pregnancy’ went. How horribly sensitive he became to everything. Physically or emotionally. Sometimes so rapidly Kirin would be sniffling about a wobbly kitten trying to fight their mom—something he’d seen hours before—while Law was licking up his slick pussy. Leading to a very embarrassing and confusing conversation, Kirin tearfully reassuring Law that he was alright—just emotional.

Law growled, puling Kirin from his thoughts, a rolling sound echoing in their chest as they huffed. Burrowing their face into Kirin’s throat with soft, wet kisses. Hands rubbing Kirin’s waist and hips, even in sleep.

They’d been doing that a lot too. Swears it’s good for the eggs. Something about the vibrations stimulating them inside Kirin’s womb. It also had the side effect of soothing Kirin into relaxing which Law absolutely used to their advantage several times. Already, Kirin could feel his muscles relaxing. That tension in his belly loosening as sleep slowly pulled him back under again.

The night was still and peaceful.

The rain slammed into his car furiously at the odd angle he’d managed to wedge it into a thick bush. Overgrown from the forest opposite the cliffside, spilling into the drainage ditch. Kirin gasped, clutching his head as he opened the door and vomited acrid beer into the grass.

Over the heavy rain, Kirin heard it.

A soft, plaintive mewl. A dark smear slinking over the road and scrambling into the shelter of his car. Shivering wet ball of dark, calico fur. The biggest blue eyes he’d ever seen almost begging to be considered kindly.

It was a cat. Shaking and cold. Reflective eyes what spooked Kirin as he sped around the tight corner.

Wet fur matted and stinking despite the sudden, natural bath it had been forced into having.

Kirin looked at the cat, wiping his mouth as the rain pelted his head. Sharp teeth flashed as it weakly hissed upon receiving no tender care for it’s woeful cries.

He reached out.

The light of the Christmas tree was blinding. Tucked into the corner next to a table displaying a simplistic nativity scene.

Kirin could see himself, so young and small the kid had to stand on their tip toes to gaze on the tiny baby Jesus cradled in a manger. Mary and Joesph—his mother and father—tenderly looking down on the small bundle.

“Baby, what are you doing up so late?” His grandma asked softly, voice loving and kind as she brushed back the child’s hair.

“Do you think Mary loved him?” Kirin had asked so long ago. “I-I mean… I know she did. But… would she have loved him if she didn’t know about the whole… god thing? If he was born weird and stayed weird and died weird without any ex-exp-explanation?” he’d asked, on the precipice of a realization.

This night haunted Kirin sometimes.

“Oh, baby, of course she would have. Even if he was… ‘weird’. Because he was her baby.”

“W-What if she didn’t understand, though? Could she still love him?” he had asked her, finally turning to look up at the closest thing Kirin had to a real mother.

She had smiled, the dip of her cheeks cast in a hazy shadow. Flickering, colorful lights dancing in her eyes as she kneeled down and cradled their face.

“Mary didn’t need to be told Jesus was her baby boy, ---. She held him in her arms, in that old barn, and saw the only thing that mattered. Not that he was the son of God. Savior of Man. No, baby…” Kirin could still remember how tenderly she regarded him. “She saw Jesus was her baby boy. Even before resurrection, that was her baby. And she loved her baby regardless of what he would become. Because he started right there. Her baby in the manger. Precious baby boy, even when he no longer fit in her arms as he did back then.”

A baby in a manger.

A child on their tiptoes wondering if she would be loved if she was not she.

A cat, swaddled in an old jacket, left on a porch.

A calloused thumb swiping across Kirin’s lashes startled him awake. Dark, worried eyes met his in the morning light.

Kirin sniffled, rubbing his nose and sighing. Shaking his head.

“M fine, honey.” Kirin huffed, pressing a soft kiss to Law’s cheek before struggling to get out of bed. Law helped, steady hands pushing Kirin up while still lingering on his hips and belly. “Can’t believe I’ve gotten so big. Any bigger and you’ll have to roll me out of bed.” He huffed, finally planting his feet on the floor.

Law pressed a kiss to his lower back, slowly making their way up along the column of his spine until they could press their lips onto his neck. A soft laugh puffing over his skin as their hands slid over the swell of his belly.

“Would just carry you, baby. No need to roll around when I’m right here with empty arms.” Law purred, slipping in close until their chest pressed against his back. “So beautiful—didn’t think you could look any cuter. Glad I was wrong. Carrying our babies so well.” Their hands slipped down between Kirin’s thighs, under the heavy curve of his belly, and Kirin moaned. Head tilting back as he shifted his thighs open a little more.

“A-Ahhhn~ H-How much longer, Law?” Kirin whined breathlessly, relaxing back into Law’s embrace as the other spread open his folds. Calloused fingers slipping and teasing his clit and slick opening.

“Till you cum? Not much longer, you’re so sensitive, darlin’.” Law chuckled.

Kirin weakly slapped at Law’s side in protest, inhaling sharply as they slipped in two, long fingers.

Law wasn’t lying—Kirin was ridiculously sensitive the further along the pregnancy went. Pussy practically weeping onto Law’s hand with soft, wet smacks.

“N-Nooo, y-you know wha’ I mean~!” Kirin protested, hips jerking into Law’s hand as they chuckled.

“Soon. Varies, sometimes. You’re so hot inside, could be any day now. Speeds things up… there we go, baby. Feeling better?” Law purred as Kirin let out a low whine, pussy trembling as he soaked the edge of the bed and Law’s hand. Eggs shifting in the sudden jerk of his hips, grinding against his walls and intensifying the already overwhelming sensation.

“Ye-Yeaahhn~ L-Law~” Kirin breathed out softly, reaching back to pull Law’s hair until their lips met his. Tears in his eyes as the waves of pleasure slowly abated.

“Easy, darling. We’ve got places to be—can tend to that pretty pussy when we get back. Know I’d keep you so sweet all day if you let me.” Law teased, licking along Kirin’s trembling lips.

Kirin whined for real this time.

They both agreed to avoid going outside for as long as possible—besides trips to the lake that only got colder with every passing day. Until Law bullied Kirin into staying home while they went for a swim, unwilling to let Kirin catch a cold. Which would probably be less likely if Law didn’t feel the need to reenact breeding Kirin on the shore every time they visited.

But, eventually, groceries and supplies started to run dry. Necessitating a shopping trip. If Kirin wasn’t so nervous about the state he’d be in after laying an unclear amount of eggs, he’d keep putting it off. But Law was… incredibly intense about Kirin getting rest after the fact. Only managing enough logic to explain once that, usually, mermaids that lay eggs are totally wiped out after birthing and are easy prey for all manner of predators. And illnesses for that matter.

Law rubbed Kirin’s body, massaging trembling muscles as Kirin pulled himself back together enough to be decent again. Clothes little deterrent for either of them, but at least a few seconds of effort to remove, which bought time if Kirin wasn’t overwhelmed by a sudden spike of libido.

After a few minutes, where Kirin had to ground himself to keep from begging for more than Law’s hand, he finally managed to stand up and head to the closet. Retrieving a fairly nice pair of sweats, a pregnancy bra just in case he leaked—the horror—and a fluffy sweater large enough to normally reach mid-thigh. Now it barely covered his ass but was thick enough that with some tucking, looked like he slipped the edges into his pants and the rest of the fabric billowed out comedically. Throwing on a heavy jacket helped sell the illusion a little more, especially considering it was meant to be layered for deep winter.

Law had it easier, just tossing on some pants and a hoodie. Looking criminally comfortable as the dark fabric draped over their broad shoulders. Neck bared perfectly for a few kisses—that Kirin did not give them because they had places to be.

Now civilized and totally not horny at the slightest breeze, Kirin shuffled out of the house, Law just behind him like a dark shadow. Gold eyes glaring out at the world like there was supposed to be someone waiting for the slightest indication of weakness. If there was, they would find none with how Law stood sentry at Kirin’s side. Clambering into the car, Law thoughtfully holding open the door and kissing his cheek as they helped pull the seat belt across, Kirin waiting until Law was seated beside him. Buckled in and safe.

With a soft turn of the keys, the car rumbled to life.

Truthfully, there was another reason Kirin had been putting off this trip.

Even if he wasn’t heavily pregnant with mermaid eggs, Kirin wouldn’t want to visit the town. It felt too soon. A lingering threat he could only imagine worse and worse with every passing thought. The town would definitely recognize him—even after all this time. More importantly, they’d recognize who he was. The not-a-girl-skin-too-tight-name-not-right that left the town years ago. Kirin struggled for years under that old name. Mourned it, sometimes. How easy life could have been if Kirin could have just…

Been her.

But it wasn’t meant to be.

That perfect granddaughter died before she even had a chance to live. No grave to mourn her, either. Just a name left behind and a few albums filled with a walking corpse. Still, he didn’t… totally regret it. Growing up was hard no matter what you were. Those pictures simply prove that Kirin had always known on some level his body was wrong. Straining in different directions until he found something that fit a little better. Bit by bit.

It was hard on him.

Hard on his grandparents, who didn’t understand what it was like to hate the false curves his body grew as time went on. It seemed, at least, that in his absence, they found peace with who he was. As he did the same, in different ways admittedly. Eventually settling so well in his body that he grew out his hair again. No longer afraid of appearing feminine like he did so long ago.

This was his body.

Everyone else could go suck his strap about it.

Still, it was time to face the music. Even if he hadn’t ran into Law again, eventually he’d have to head into town for one reason or another.

Backroads turned from dirt to blacktop. Curling around thick, wooded areas and alongside a few sheer cliffs with iron railing dotted with reflective panels. Rural giving way to slightly less rural until Kirin was in the town proper again. Where the shops he used to frequent with his grandparents stood just as they had before. Maybe a few layers of paint between now and then, but otherwise just the same.

Kirin pulled to a gentle stop at a traffic light, noting there weren’t many cars out this early—which was good and what he wanted anyway. Eyes drifting over the only other car on the road, sitting idle in a gas station while the driver talked to the cashier. Head jerking back as a smear of color caught his eyes.

He had thought, for just a moment, that it was a colorful kiddy display. Like a butterfly declaring sale prices just ‘flying by’ or something. And it kinda was. Big, goofy eyes looking out at him with a cheeky smile, wings spread wide to almost block out the cartoon sun behind it. Each wing a delicate gradient of rainbow hues with faint black lines swirling across the colors. A caterpillar with each chunky segment a different stripped variation of a particular pride flag.

Even if Kirin wanted to argue it was a coincidence… well, he may as well tell Law he wanted to nap in the lake again while it was near freezing.

Still that was… it was…

“Green.” Kirin jerked, looking ahead to find Law was correct.

Green light.

A bit dazed, Kirin continued driving.

That gas station was still definitely a mom and pop store, not commercially owned at all. And it wasn’t June, either… Just cringe enough to be sincere. A little funny and cute without being too in your face. Like a big corporation trying too hard for diversity points. Hand drawn and colored deliberately with full awareness how on the nose it was.

The grocery store, at least, didn’t have cringe butterflies and caterpillars on it—actually it was winter, why the spring imagery?!—but it did have an army of snowmen lining the glass windows under sale posters. Each one with scarfs and hats and dopey rock smiles and carrot noses. Most had generic rainbow color somewhere on their ensemble. A red scarf with colorful fringe. A hat lined with fur tipped with vivid colors. But a few had specific flags. Bisexual and lesbian… trans and asexual. Kirin thought one was even pansexual but in dashes to represent a knitted scarf that made it slightly hard to make out a dozen or so feet away.

It was too specific to be a diversity facade. And in such a small town—why bother?

Kirin sat there, a bit shell shocked.

It had been years since he was here… but… surely not long enough for this level of pride integration?

“…Are you alright?” Law asked softly. Kirin jerked, reflexively twisting the key in the ignition to shut off the engine.

“…yeah. Just… confused.” Kirin admitted softly, staring at the trans scarf wrapped around a fat snowman with what appeared to be paw prints on the border. “A trans furry?” Kirin whispered to himself.

For one, hysterical moment, Kirin thought he was being punked.

No way.

No way in hell did this shithole little town become so accepting someone could openly be, not only trans, but a furry.

And yet… that damn snowman had on an asexual hat with what appeared to be cat ears.

A worker? A customer? A fucking joke?!

Kirin had no fucking idea. He’d be less shocked if Law suddenly suggested they skip getting eggs and make omelets with the ones he was carrying at this point.

“Right! Time to get our shit and get out of here.” Kirin huffed, Law eagerly slipped free of the car and opening Kirin’s door for him. “Thank you.”

Maybe a cult took over?!

A very inclusive cult but it made more sense than anything else Kirin came up with.

The inside was less confusing than the snowman display, but there was still a few hints of pride dotted around the place. Mostly stupid puns that caught Kirin off guard with an ugly snort. A few disbelieving chuckles at a cardboard Santa waving pride flags with a wide smile in the cookie aisle.

Thankfully, Law kept him on task in getting everything they needed. Their basket quickly filling up with what they had on the list a few things that Kirin suddenly lingered on. Mostly sweets, which Law responded to by wordlessly adding them to the cart. Doubling back for more fruits with a smug smile.

“Can’t just have sweets, Kiri-ya.” Law huffed when Kirin gave him a questioning look. Even with cravings, the card was mostly filled with healthy foods and quick meals. Some set up ingredients for more filling dinners or breakfasts. Kirin was happy he had so few bills to worry about, confident that he could afford all of this without compromise.

Pushing the buggy up to the check out, where a young woman with a bisexual pin just under her name tag, along with the symbol for women. Violet hair cut in choppy sections around her ears like she stepped out of a cyberpunk movie and a wide smile.

“Hi! Find everything you were looking for?” Kirin nodded, assisting Law in placing their groceries on the belt. “Good! Hey, you seem new. Just passing through or are you staying for a bit?” she asked curiously, scanner beeping as she efficiently made her way through the line.

“Staying… I… I inherited my grandparent’s house recently. Decided to move back.” Kirin admitted softly. She froze, her eyes looking at him with growing recognition.

“Oh! OH! I am so sorry—they were so loved here, did a lot for the community, you know. You’re Kirin, right? They’d be so happy you decided to stay.” She stammered softly with a sad smile. Kirin was floored, Law thoughtfully keeping the line going until no more groceries were left and pushed the cart around him. Loading up the scanned items with sharp eyes. “If you need anything, just ask! Anyone, really! They… they really did a lot for us all. Even broke that prickly bastard’s jaw—that pastor guy who just kept going on and on about gays burning in hell—it was glorious!”

“B-Broke his jaw?!” Kirin stammered, certain suddenly she was talking about… well, literally anyone else. His grandparents viewed church service as sacred. Wouldn’t hear a word about Kirin skipping out or making a fuss.

“Yeah! I was there, you know! Hated service but, well, what can you do?” She shrugged. “But yeah, gramps just handed Nana his coat, all polite as you please, and told him ‘you either walk as Jesus did, or fall as Lucifer with all that hate in your heart. Shame on you, letting the devil in so deep and foul’! And he didn’t listen, kept droning on until gramps grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the parking lot ‘where God isn’t watching anyway’—hah!—and with one punch—Bam! Knocked smooth out! He got reassigned soon after. A few pastors later and Berkley came in—it’s been so nice since then.” She sighed with a pleased smile, ringing up the last item.

“…So all the pride stuff?” Kirin asked softly, still reeling at the idea his grandfather punched a pastor.

“Most of it was their idea at first. ‘Love thy neighbor’ and all that. There was some… push back. Of course. But most didn’t want to go toe to toe with gramps, and the few who did either left or changed their tune to a quieter one real quick. It’s not perfect, of course. Still get some people throwing up a fuss about something or other but… it’s a lot better now.” She admitted quietly. “Because of them.” She swallowed hard, tears in her eyes.

“…I see.” Kirin breathed out, swiping his card almost breathlessly.

It seemed impossible.

Had to be.

The idea that they could love and accept him was far fetched back when he stormed out—but not totally out of reach.

But changing the entire town?

Can’t be.

It couldn’t be right. At least some of it had to be—be exaggerated. Memories of the dead only shown in the softest, kindest light.

“…Thank you.” Kirin said softly, making note of the kind, tender way she had referred to his grandparents. Like she knew them personally.

They had changed after he left. Kirin knew that.

But so much?

He had to see. Find some… some proof or something that didn’t drip with grief of a pillar of the community no longer present.

The drive back was a blur. Law anxiously purring beside him as Kirin drove back to their home. Nearly leaping out of the car when Kirin parked to beat him to the door. Hands shaking as they helped him out. But Kirin only had eyes for the front door. Unsteady feet walking up the porch and stumbling to his grandparent’s room—the last place he had to look into. Hadn’t dared to since he came back.

It wasn’t too dissimilar to how he remembered it.

A large, plush bed with dozens of hand embroidered pillows his grandma had made herself over the years. A few he didn’t recognize with soft blues, pinks, and white here and there. Dotted in the petals of flowers or down the backs of frogs. Walls littered with old photos, a few clearly printed from social media in glossy paper of Kirin with friends. Smiling wide and happy, sometimes drunk. Newspaper clippings pinned on boards of various local events, seemingly growing in number by year as various pride themed events or causes.

Kirin sobbed, hit by a wave of nostalgia as his grandmother’s perfume curled around him, mixed with the cologne and aftershave his grandfather used to trim his beard. He felt small and weak as he stumbled to the bed. Crawling onto it’s plush surface and reaching for the three envelopes that lay there. Two with a signature he recognized, his name in curling letters and scratched print. The unknown one a delicate hand and inked with fancy penmanship.

Too weak to open the ones he recognized, Kirin tore open the unknown one first. Law slipping onto the bed beside him, kissing his hair and stroking his back as Kirin read the contents.

“Kirin,

My apologies for the circumstances to which you are now reading this letter. Though we have never met, your grandparents spoke endlessly of you with little prompting, particularly… near the end. If this letter has a tone of familiarity you do not reciprocate, I blame those many, fond stories to which I have humbly received since taking office at the local church.

You may wonder why I am writing to you, especially given where this letter resides.

I wished to let you know that I have been inside your home after their passing—and that I only did as was wished of me.

I turned off any lights left on. Cleared out food that may spoil until you came—or sold the house willed to you as is your right. Checked to ensure no major repairs needed tending to before your arrival (of which there was thankfully none, your grandfather was an exceptionally handy man). Retrieved the letters asked of me and placed them as you have found them.

And then I locked the doors on my way out.

Should you find yourself in a position to read these letters with no support, my office is always open. I have taken over the previous Pastor’s spot after he… requested leave elsewhere, shall we say. And from what I’ve heard, you would know where to find it, so I won’t patronize you by describing the exact location—as though you are a stranger to the house of God. I offer my support in this difficult time as a stranger, but also as someone who regarded your family with great love and admiration for all they’ve done in the community up to their passing.

If that support should be silent, a gentle presence as you work your way through the last written words of your grandparents, so be it.

If you wish for soft, vocal assurance at such a time, so be it as well.

It would be my honor, no matter your choice, to uplift you in whatever way I can in these difficult times. Regardless of your relationship with God—as a fellow man in grief.

Pastor Jonathan Berkley,

Head of Domus’ Saint Jude’s Catholic Church,

Leader of LGBTQ+ Services and Troubled Souls Support Groups (Every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday)”

Kirin cried, touched and confused beyond words at the implication of the letter.

He hadn’t been to a service since he left, but the offer… Kirin sobbed, a heavy weight releasing from his shoulders as Law’s voice drifted into his ears, soft like feathers on his skin.

“You aren’t alone, darling. But if you want, we can go there now. Anything—anything you want, I’ll get it. Do it.” Law swore gently. Kirin shook his head.

“N-No—I-I wanna read it—what they said—wanted to say to me.” Kirin sniffled, rubbing his face into Law’s shoulder as he gathered himself.

Maybe later, he’d visit the pastor. See for himself how accepting the man is. But…

Kirin set the letter down and reached for his grandmother’s delicate handwriting.

Eyes skipping over the opening line several times as he wept.

“Hey baby.

It’s not lame to still call you that, is it?

I know, that’s not the name you go by now, by any means. I know it’s ‘Kirin’.

Kirin.

What a lovely name you’ve chosen. I wondered, sometimes, if it’s pronounced how I think it is. How you said it when you first settled on a name for yourself.

Was it here, baby?

Did you have to whisper it to yourself late at night in your room? Or down by the lake—as you so loved visiting—with a great shout. Certain none would hear you.

Or maybe it was on the road when you left.

I hope it wasn’t spat out—such a lovely burden as a name deserves to be cradled on the tongue as a revelation. A completion of the self.

I wondered about it often.

After you left.

Oh, baby… my heart aches that I did not make this house a home in which you felt so loved as to share such truths with me. That God did not have a firmer hand in ensuring I did not misstep with such a fragile thing as your trust. In the end, though, I have no one to blame but myself.

Any excuses I may have fall short the moment I look at your pictures. So few in which you looked happy, baby. And the blame rests firmly on my own shoulders.

You grew like a weed, in all those pictures. But that faintly uncomfortable expression can hardly be blamed on Sunday clothes, can it? Always knew, on some level, didn’t you?

And I think I did too. That there was something that… didn’t fit in your soul.

In another world, where I was wiser. Kinder. Where my love for you wasn’t eclipsed by stubborn pride and fear—fear that you were growing in ways I couldn’t guide you through as I swore when you were a bundle in my arms—maybe I would have seen you baptized with your true name.

That thought haunts my dreams sometimes.

What we could have had if we weren’t such fools—your grandfather and I.

It’s actually kind of funny, you know.

When he first held you, your grandfather thought you were a boy. I swatted his shoulder, of course, and he laughed. Admitted you looked more like a russet potato than a boy.

Scared me witless with his booming laughter one night, you know. Tears in his eyes as he declared he was right after all.

About you being a boy, that is.

Not a potato.

We watched from afar after our tempers cooled. At first, it was still with such stubborn pride—I freely admit. Certain you’d… change your mind. Come back and admit you were being silly. A phase and all that. Fake social media accounts watching silently for the day you proved us right.

But you know what we saw instead, baby?

Oh, we saw you grow.

Saw that beautiful smile bloom between pictures of curious friends we couldn’t even hope to understand.

A few times, our tempers threatened to overwhelm us.

Can’t count how many times we started writing emails and DMs to berate you.

But those old pictures… they didn’t hold a candle to how happy you were now. We ended up deleting them. Sometimes arguing with each other.

It got nasty, sometimes.

But we learned. And we sought out knowledge the Good Lord freely provided to open up our hearts.

We… almost reached out several more times after that. Sometimes with too much pride, certain that now that we had the right words you’d come back. But they hadn’t reached our hearts yet. Not really.

And somewhere along the way, we realized that the first step back wasn’t in convincing you we were accepting. The choice to return, it was always going to be yours. And when you wanted to try again, we needed to have done the work to prove it.

We’d already started… sort of.

I still stand by the fact that your grandfather didn’t need to have that… issue in the parking lot. But oh, baby, we couldn’t handle hearing such vile things about you—even in passing. At least he didn’t do it in the church, I suppose.

It’s been years now since we spoke.

I have so many things to say. Questions to ask.

I want to know you, Kirin. All of you. All that you wish to reveal to us.

But it’s too late now.

I can feel it.

Our only mistake was never finding the courage to reach out—setting aside our pride to let you know we were trying.

I can’t ask, so I’ll never know but… I think that’s what you wanted more than anything that night.

For us to try.

To love you enough—it took so long, longer than it should have, but baby, we really did.

We really do love you enough to try. As many times as needed, we would try again. As many times as you’d let us until we got it right. We’re old, stubborn fools. Fools that took the long road to love you as you deserve. No step felt big enough to ‘prove’ our love. But loving isn’t in the proving.

It’s in every day. In opening your heart to find grace for mistakes and overcoming your own for that love. It’s hard work, loving someone right. And in the end, it’s not up to you what ‘right’ is.

Love is a choice.

And baby, oh, my sweet baby, I made my choice a long time ago to love you.

I just failed to show it as you needed it.

But I’m so endlessly proud of you, Kirin. For the lovely young man you’ve become. And I hope you find someone worth choosing to love. And that you don’t fail as we have—taking so long to love someone right until its too late.

I love you, baby.

And more than anything else,

I see you, baby.

With love,

An old foolish grandmother.”

Not waiting—masochistically ripping off the band aid—Kirin grabbed his grandfather’s letter. Wanting to get it over with. His heart a bleeding wound that swelled his chest with a gory sort of relief. Heavy and full already with catharsis, his trembling hands struggled with the sealed letter. But Law’s steady hands settled his own and ripped along the top with a reverent ease. Their heart soothing like the rumbling purr the vibrated Law’s chest.

And finally, Kirin read his grandfather’s words. A hoarse laughter slipping out in mild disbelief.

“Hey Son.

Your grandma would smack me for starting this letter like that, but I’ve done it several times already so it’s hardly going to be the first time.

Probably the last, though.

Yeah.

I think she’s right too. That our time is coming to join the Good Lord’s side. I hope we get to, after all the wrongs we’ve done.

I feel silly now. Spending so long just… I don’t know. Assuming you’d magically know we finally got our heads on straight. That if we just did a little more, that’s all it would take to get a phone call.

I’d call it wasted time, but only in the respect of not doing something to let you know we still loved you.

Yeah, even after I was a jackass before you left. Won’t justify it by saying ‘oh, you know how I get sometimes’.

No.

I was just an asshole.

So busy trying to hold onto my granddaughter that I never considered my grandson. Couldn’t, cause then I’d be wrong (though, if we want to be technical about it, I was right at the start but dove rolls her eyes every time I mention it so whatever I guess). Then I’d have a whole new world of pain to protect you from that I didn’t understand.

But I didn’t need to protect you that night, did I?

I needed to man up and make sure you always knew this house was your home. Shelter from the world outside. I can’t change the whole world—but you and dove were my world. And I failed you both. Again and again until my stubborn ass finally got with the program.

It felt good to drag this community to God’s side, right and proper.

I don’t care how much dove tutted at me about it, it felt righteous dragging than sniveling coward out and breaking his jaw. If he really thought so high and mighty of himself, he would have been ready to defend his ‘thoughts’ about the Good Book with two fists rather than running his mouth.

Place looks different now.

Not like they updated the buildings much or anything, but it feels…

Feels like God is in every home, filling it with love as he asked of us. To love as he would. Treating those we view as less as we would his son. Until there is no position beneath us. Until all we see is our fellow man going about the world on their own journey.

You’ll always be more than that to me, though.

Dove still calls you ‘baby’.

I never got to call you son.

But I want you to know, if you ever read this, that you’ve become a man I would envy. Proud and unafraid to love in this difficult world. Hopefully not as much of a fool as we are—as I was. You grew your hair out (dove cried for hours seeing it below your shoulders again and spent several more lamenting how most men these days are too afraid to be seen as delicate with such length of hair, how handsomely you wore it. Were it anyone else, I’d feel jealous. Still kinda am. Fucking male pattern baldness, you’re a lucky man to not have that worry). Made friends who are wild and strange as the woods in our backyard.

You found your own home, out there.

I hope you find a little bit of home back here too, after I’m gone.

I hope you remember the things I taught you—so glad I never kept with the school of thought that girls should only worry about makeup and looking pretty for their husbands. That I taught my granddaughter how to be self sufficient so my grandson could be his own man.

Look at me, rambling again. I have half a mind to burn my previous letters, particularly the ones where I was still being a stubborn ass. But you deserve to know the truth. Even the version about how long it took to pull myself together.

Even when I was an ignorant son of a bitch, I loved you, Kirin. I just didn’t realize how much until I was gone.

Marble set me straight a time or two—you wouldn’t know him. He was a stray that was left on our porch after you left and the one to blame for the feral colony likely haunting the back porch. He passed a few months ago. I think you would have liked him.

He was almost as stubborn as I was—and therefore at least a hair more tolerable than myself.

I’m so proud of the man you’ve become, son. I’m just sorry I never got to meet you properly in person.

With pride and everlasting regret,

Your foolish old man.”

“M-Marble?!” Kirin sobbed, laughing to himself as Law gently set the letters to the side and scooped him up.

“You know the cat?” Law asked softly, carrying him back to their room as Kirin clutched their shoulders.

“Y-Yeah—almost hit him—thought I’d come back, piss drunk and furious. W-Was raining so hard, Law. A-Almost died. Almost hit em… saw those big ol’ eyes and knew they’d love him more than me.” Kirin wept, curling fitfully into the blankets as Law climbed in beside him.

“I don’t know… seems they loved you a lot, baby.” Law mused softly. “But maybe ‘Marble’ reminded them what loving someone’s all about.” Kirin laughed, burying his face into Law’s shoulder. Head swimming with confused, hormonal thoughts.

“M-Maybe… wish I came back sooner.” Kirin admitted softly. “Wish I knew…” Law shushed him with gentle kissed to his face.

“Wasn’t just you, darling. They knew they messed up. They loved you, and right now, that’s all that matters.” Law cooed, pulling up the blankets around them both. “Let’s take a nap, baby. You’ve been so brave for us today, you deserve some rest.”

Kirin sniffled, exhaustion weighing down his spine as he sank further into Law’s arms.

“…Yeah. C-Come back after putting up the groceries? Can’t leave them out…” Kirin whispered. Law chuckled, pulling him in close.

“Already did. Not going anywhere.” Law reassured him.

Kirin sleepily assumed his hazy assessment of his grandparent’s room took longer than he thought. But with little energy left, Kirin let sleep take him far away from the lingering regrets. Safe in Law’s arms, mild discomfort settling low in his belly a distant thought.

Until suddenly it was not a mild discomfort.

Kirin whining and squirming as he rode out the apex of a cramp that left him breathless in Law’s arms. His lover’s eyes almost glowing in the dark of the room as they brushed away his tears.

“H-Hurts—c-cramps—I don’t know what—” Law shot up, gently pushing away the blankets and tugging Kirin’s pants free. Kirin, still gasping with the pain, kicked off his shoes and arched up to let Law remove his clothes swiftly. Law pressed their hand over Kirin’s distended belly, eyes narrowed in thought as the eggs shifted suddenly.

“Ah—It’s time, Kiri-ya. Let’s get you in the bath.” Law breathed out, stripping off his shirt and the bra he’d forgotten to take off when he got home. “It’ll be easier in warm water.” They explained softly when Kirin whined in question, easily picking him up and racing to the bathroom. The porcelain edge of the tub was freezing cold on Kirin’s ass, but Law was quick to turn on the hot water. Testing the temperature until he was satisfied and helping Kirin into it.

Kirin gasped, another intense cramp shaking his spine as the water crept up his body. Barely registering Law stripping to join him. Legs melting into a long, sinewy tail. Fins curling above the growing waterline as they settled Kirin in their lap. After a point, the water turned off and Law pressed kisses to Kirin’s damp shoulders. The heat of the bathroom doing much to soothe the growing tension.

“A-AH! H-How do they—get out?!” Kirin asked hazily, spreading his thighs on either side of Law’s tail. Law laughed softly.

“’Bout how they went in. Not always safe to lay them, so they need a partner to… ease them open again.” Law huffed, hand slipping between Kirin’s thighs.

“B-Bullshit!” Kirin gasped, whining as Law pinched his clit. Free hand teasing his nipple as opaque fluid beaded up. Swiping the liquid and rubbing it hard into the stiff peak. Fingers slipping into his pussy and scissoring him open wide.

“Nope! Could push for hours, but that tight pussy won’t let go of it’s prize until I make it.” Law purred, twisting and tugging Kirin’s leaking chest as they perched their chin onto his shoulder to watch him squirm. “Won’t make you find out though, baby. Just keep getting wetter for me and you’ll see.” They huffed, licking up Kirin’s neck as he clenched onto their thick fingers. Kirin couldn’t see past his belly, but the gentle lap of water was telling as it gained rhythm. His legs seizing as he started to ride out the intense cramps with cresting pleasure. Pussy desperate to seize around something thick. Thicker than Law’s fingers, at least.

“T-That sounds like it takes forever~!” Kirin protested, receiving a soft kiss to his cheek.

“It usually does, yes. Some couples spend hours loosening up their partner to lay the eggs. Means they’re so safe, they can cum until they’re gaping for all those eggs. Want to be spread open, don’t you? They’re going to be pretty big—hate to hurt that cute pussy laying our babies.” Law purred, slipping in a third finger and bullying open Kirin’s pussy wider. Sucking hard on his throat as he came again.

“S-So full of shit—y-you just like teasing me!” Kirin gasped, arching up as another cramp dovetailed with the pleasure, ripping a harsh cry from his throat.

“You are so cute when you’re desperate, yeah. But I really am doing this for you, darling. This is going to be rough if I’m not careful.” Law admitted with a groan, their cock burning against Kirin’s thigh. “M-More rough, at least. C’mere, give me another one and you should be ready.” Law whispered, slipping his whole hand into Kirin’s pussy. Leaving him breathless and almost wailing as Law’s knuckles dragged against his walls. Pussy spread open so wide as Law tried to fit as much of their hand as possible inside him.

“There we are—so beautiful. Doing so well~ Taking everything I give you, what a good boy~ There—keep making that cute sound. I know you’re close. Give me a little kiss, darling~ Aaahh~” Law purred, lapping up his chin as Kirin sobbed, shuddering with his whole body as he messily smeared his tongue onto Law’s with desperation. Water and milk splashing onto his belly as he came hard, squirting onto Law’s fist as they gently rocked it against this opening. Teasing him into splaying his thighs wide to make more room.

Pulling their fist free slowly with a satisfied grin, slick fluid gushing into the filthy bath water. Law’s tail wrapped around Kirin’s splayed legs, keeping him spread open and forming a loose curl under his ass. Cock teasing up his folds and slipping in with lewd ease.

Despite being so stretched, Kirin still moaned weakly as Law’s cock dived in deep to his cervix. Smearing against the stiff opening, spreading that cold sensation with a wild look in their eye. Almost triumphant as they bared their teeth, slamming into Kirin’s willing body. Popping the thin tip inside as he came hard. Nearly jerking off Law’s cock if it wasn’t for the firm hand on his belly and harsh twist of his slippery nipple. Fucking up into his overwhelmed pussy as each passing cramp seemed more distant compared to the wave of icy pleasure. Tail contracting with almost bruising force as Law fucked his cervix hard.

Eggs shifting and shaking with every thrust, certainly pressing against Law’s cock as they seemingly fucked Kirin with the intent to breed him again right there. Hand flat against Kirin’s swollen belly possessively.

“Law~ L-L—aaahhn~ P-Please! S-So full—c-can’t take anymore eggs--!” Kirin gasped, feeling a sudden gush of fluid from his pussy. Law smirked, hair sticking to their forehead.

“I-I don’t know, Kiri-ya~ Look so good right now, I think you could take a few more~” Law teased him, licking into his mouth when he started to protest. “M-Maybe keep you like this for days. See if those eggs won’t just slide right out by the time I’m done fucking that tight pussy. Pretty body seems to agree~” Law purred, squeezing a spurt of fluid from his chest as their cock slammed in deep. Cold liquid filled Kirin’s core as he suddenly fell limp, muscles quivering with a faint, rolling orgasm as Law pulled out.

“N-Noooo~ OH! YES! L-LAW! Mmmmmnngh~! Ah~ Ah! A-AHH~!” Kirin began to protest but his voice failed as the floodgates opened. Body seizing down onto his empty pussy, pushing out fluid from deeper inside until a firm object plugged his cervix. Law’s teeth fixed on his throat as they twisted and teased his nipples, letting Kirin work through it on his own otherwise. Slowly, the slick egg slipped further down. Encouraged by seizing muscles as his icy cervix simply stretched out wider and wider. Kirin wailed, drooling as the egg popped free into his pussy, filling the desperate space. Rubbing against his walls as it fell down to nuzzle against his pussy’s twitching opening. “O-Ooooh~ Law, i-it’s right there~ r-rIGHt THeRE~!” Kirin reached down under his belly and spread himself open.

Fingers slipping in his folds as he struggled to concentrate with the heavy weight of another egg forcing his body open before the first one could leave. Finally, he hooked his fingers into his pussy, pushing back the egg before bearing down on it. Gasping wetly as it finally slipped out only to be replaced by another one.

Kirin squirmed, pinned open on Law’s lap as he rubbed his pussy, forcing orgasm after orgasm to empty out his body of eggs. Slowly, the swelling in his belly went down. Law murmuring encouragement and praise into his skin with pride.

“Doing so well, darling. How can I stop myself from filling you back up when you’re doing so good for me? Laying them so sweetly~ Keep rubbing that cute pussy while it works so hard.” Law breathed out. “Think I can replace them after this? Bend you over the tub and breed that pussy again? Seems a waste to let you go empty so soon~” Law purred.

Kirin shook his head, whining as another egg slipped free.

“T-Too soon—too much, L-LAW~!” Kirin whined, furiously rubbing his clit to ride out another high. Sobbing as he waited for another egg to breach his cervix and fill his pussy. But none came, leaving Kirin squirming and desperate for that final relief he just knew was waiting for him.

“You did it, baby. That’s all of them.” Law whispered softly, stroking his slightly rounded belly before hesitating. “Oh? Wait. One more? Let me help you this time, Kiri-ya~ Worked so hard, just relax for me.” Law brushed aside his hand and slipped their fingers in deep. Searching for his opening as the other hand pressed down hard. Kirin felt it when Law found their goal. Fingertip slipping inside as one last egg pressed down.

Kirin gasped, sobbing against Law’s chest as they teased him. Pushing the egg back and forth as they gently fucked his cervix with their finger. Pushing Kirin to the edge before yanking free, cum shooting out in thick spurts as the egg burst free of his pussy too fast to comprehend. Breathlessly whining and quivering around nothing as the last one settled against the clutch cradled in Law’s tail.

Slowly, Kirin collapsed fully against Law.

“Mmmm~ no ‘ore, please ‘o m’re, baby~ A-aahh~ t-too m’ch. Tir’d.” Kirin whined softly, looking up at Law tearfully. They smiled, kissing his sweaty forehead.

“Course not, darling. It’ll be fall before I grow more eggs to fill that needy pussy back up.” Law smirked, relishing the soft whine Kirin let slip. “Rest up, baby. Seeing you squirm for so long really riled me up. Maybe I can’t breed you yet, but we have weeks before whatever you kept is ready to be laid. Plenty of time to enjoy ourselves.”

“T-There’s more?!” Kirin whined, still shuddering against Law in the lukewarm water. They pat his distended belly a little with a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Yeah. Seems at least one made it, darling. We’ll have to wait and see—but all these are duds. Any that managed to keep thriving would have stuck to your cute walls while the others were pushed out to make more room.” Law explained softly. “And you did wonderfully laying them all, Kiri-ya~ I’m almost sad to see it end. You looked so cute squirming and rubbing your pussy trying to get them all out. I might not be able to give you more right now but…” Law trailed off meaningfully with a sharp, hungry grin.

Kirin huffed, aching body too tired for any of that…

But maybe after a quick nap?