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erin-bo-berin · 5 years ago

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Here’s a surprise daddy Spencer fic. I couldn’t wait to post this one because I’m so in love with daddy Spencer (shocker I know). This was an anonymous requested fic about the reader and their baby surprising Spencer at work. Enjoy ALL the feels.

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rated: G (tons of daddy Spencer fluff)

Word Count: 3,713

Cries echoed from the bedroom and you jogged up the steps from your quick trip downstairs. Your brows furrowed and mouth turned down in a frown as the cries got louder.

“I’m coming, baby, don’t worry,” you soothed.

You entered the nursery, picking up your baby boy out of his crib. Apparently nap time was over.

“Hi there handsome,” you smiled, cradling him in your arms, “Did you sleep well?”

Motherhood was different than anything else you had experienced before. It was tough, challenging and sleep hardly existed, but you felt such an enormous love for your son that it was worth it all.

Named after his daddy, Spencer Alexander Reid—Alex for short—was the light of you and your boyfriend Spencer’s life.

It had only been roughly a month since you’d given birth. You’d only been out of the house once with Alex since and that’d been his first doctor’s appointment. You were going a little crazy cooped up in the house while Spencer was at work.

You laid him gently on his changing table, unbuttoning his onesie in preparation to change his diaper.

“How about we not pee on mommy this time, hmm?”

He cooed, waving his arms in the air. You pulled out a new diaper, grabbing an extra to place over his lower half to prevent anymore peeing incidents.

“Would you like to go visit daddy today at work? He’ll be so surprised to see you.”

You gently wiped him clean, picking up his legs with one hand to slide the diaper under his bottom.

“All your aunties and uncles at the BAU will be so happy to see you again too,” you smiled, pulling the tabs of the diaper closed.

“They won’t believe how big you’ve gotten since the last time they saw you.”

He made a few little grunts, kicking his legs.

Spencer’s work family had come to visit you and Alex in the hospital. You were so touched by all the love and excitement they had for the new little “BAU baby”.

You leaned over him, kissing his face repeatedly making him wriggle more. You chuckled, picking him up once again.

“How about a little swing time while mommy gets ready?”

You strapped him in his rocking swing and pulled the contraption close to you to keep an eye on him while you got ready.

It took over an hour just to pack his bag with everything you might need.

Between picking him up to comfort him and trying to figure out all what to bring, the hand on the clock went by faster than you’d realized.

It was after one in the afternoon when you’d finally got out the door.

•

“I knew I sensed baby cuteness from down the hall!”

Penelope Garcia, the BAU’s technical analyst was the first to find you sitting in the briefing room, Alex in his carrier on the table.

“We thought we’d surprise Spence at work. I didn’t see any of the team in the bullpen, so I just thought I’d wait in here.”

“Yeah, they’re on the way back from that local Virginia case we’ve been working on,” she said.

“You finally caught the guy?”

“Oh yeah, a real bad one, but aren’t they all? Enough of the bad stuff though because I have got to hold that little bundle of joy.”

You smiled, unfastening the buckles of his carrier, picking him up and handing him to Garcia.

“Hello, little guy. When did you get so big?”

She cuddled him close, baby talking to him.

“Y/N?”

You looked up and saw Spencer and the rest of the team walking in the room.

“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be resting! Are you still bleeding as badly as you were this morning? Did you see the postpartum pads I left for you?”

“Spencer,” you flushed, eyeing the rest of his team, embarrassed.

“Don’t even worry, Y/N. Been there, done that.”

The comment came from JJ as she breezed in, waving a hand in the air like it wasn’t a big deal before coming over and hugging you tight.

“Twice as a matter of fact,” she continued, “It does eventually go away, by the way.”

“Does it? Cause I feel like it never will,” you groaned.

“Y/N,” Spencer’s tone was stern, but concerned.

“Okay, okay. I was going stir crazy, so I thought we'd surprise daddy at work.”

He smiled, coming over to you and wrapping his arms around you, kissing your head.

“As long as you’re feeling okay, though,” he said.

“I am, don’t worry.”

Alex gurgled in Penelope’s arms while the team surrounded her, loving on him.

“Hate to break it to you Reid, but the kid looks nothing like you,” Rossi said.

“Thankfully.”

“Hey,” you hit Spencer’s stomach playfully, “He would’ve been just as cute if he looked like you.”

“He’s the spitting image of you Y/N, I swear,” Tara shook her head.

“How are you sleeping?” Matt asked.

Matt had five kids; he’d been through this quite a few times before.

“Well he’s at least letting us sleep a few hours a night,” you said.

Alex started fussing in Garcia’s arms.

“I think someone wants daddy,” she said, handing him over to Spencer.

“Hi little man, daddy’s missed you,” he kissed Alex’s head, cradling him in his arms.

As if magic, Alex immediately settled, his fussing quieted.

“So Y/N, when are you gonna let me babysit so you two can get started on number 2?” Garcia smirked, wiggling her eyebrows at the two of you.

“As soon as you and Luke have your first one,” you teased.

“Whoa, whoa, hey now,” Luke said putting his hands up, “Garcia and I are more than happy with just Roxy right now, aren’t we bella?”

“Yes,” Garcia nodded, “Doesn’t mean I can't make more room in my heart for another little baby Reid.”

“Penelope, she’s only five weeks postpartum,” Emily broke in, finally walking into the room welcoming you with a hug as well.

“I’m sure she’s not even been cleared to have sex again,” JJ added.

“Guys, we can stay out of my vagina’s business?” you chuckled.

“Technically, it’s your uter-”

“Spencer!” you cut him off.

“I love you guys, but this conversation got weird real fast,” you laughed.

You looked over to see Spencer walking the length of the room with Alex, talking quietly to him.

Most of the team had gone back to the bullpen to work and Emily gave Spencer a few files that he needed to look through later before leaving. Only JJ and Penelope remained in the room.

“Have you been good for mommy today?” Spencer asked rubbing his belly, “She’s having a bit of a hard time after having you. You were quite the big baby, little man. You weighed nine pounds. I’m still amazed that she managed to push you out.”

You chuckled, overhearing a bit of his one sided conversation.

“I can’t get over how great he is at being a dad,” JJ said, watching him, “I mean I knew he always would be, but just seeing it is kinda—”

“Mind blowing?” you filled in, nodding your head in agreement, “I know. Some days it still doesn’t seem real that we actually have a kid.”

“I’m pretty sure if you let him, he’d try babywearing while doing a geo map or something,” Penelope said.

“I don’t doubt it,” you chuckled, “He’s so attached to Alex. It’s almost a good thing he didn’t turn out to be a girl.”

“Why’s that?” JJ questioned.

“Cause she’d have Spencer wrapped around her finger.”

“That’s why I say, baby number 2,” Penelope grinned.

“Maybe when he’s a little older,” you smiled, turning back to watch your two boys.

Spencer was talking animatedly to Alex, making silly faces down at him. Alex was smiling up at him and cooing in response.

“How’s breastfeeding going?” JJ asked.

“Ugh,” you groaned, “So. Much. Pain.”

“Lanolin is a blessing,” she answered.

“Ain’t that the truth,” you nodded, “I pump a lot though because Spence likes to feed him as well. It gets Alex used to a bottle plus it lets Spence bond with him. Two birds, one stone.”

“I did that a lot with Henry and Michael. Will loved to feed them.”

“Luke always leaves feeding Roxy to me,” Garcia grumbled, “Heaven help me if we ever actually have kids.”

As if on cue, Alex started crying.

“Speaking of feeding,” you said, “Sounds like someone is hungry.”

“How the heck do you know that’s his hungry cry?” Spencer asked, bewildered.

You gave him a look.

“Spencer, a mother knows. Besides I’ve learned his cries.”

“Did you bring a bottle?” he asked.

“Does Garfield love lasagna?” you retorted, sarcastically, reaching into the diaper bag to get a bottle.

“Touché,” he laughed.

Alex cried harder, his fists shaking in the air.

“I know buddy, we’re getting a bottle,” Spencer said patting his bottom, swaying him a bit.

He took the uncapped bottle from you and put the nipple to Alex’s lips. His mouth closed around it and he started eating, his cries vanished.

“That’s good stuff isn’t it Alex?” Spencer cooed to him, watching him eat.

JJ and Garcia had slipped out moments before, needing to get back to work. They promised they’d come say bye before you left, though.

Alex kicked his feet while he ate, his eyes roaming the things that were in his sight: Spencer’s face and the ceiling lights.

You sat at the table watching the two of them, a smile on your face. It was moments like this that you wanted to hold on to forever.

“What?” he asked when he noticed you staring.

“Nothing, just enjoying watching my boys.”

Spencer smiled, holding Alex’s small foot in his palm. He tickled it gently causing Alex to yank it away.

“Sorry, bud. Eating is important work.”

You yawned, resting your head in your hand.

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

Spencer was good at helping get up with Alex at night, but most of the time you let him sleep since you knew he had work early in the morning.

“I don’t know, three? Four hours?”

You stifled another yawn.

“He was up around 11 pm at first. I fed him and changed him. Then again at 1 am and didn’t go back to sleep again until almost 3. At 5, he needed a third diaper change of the night, got a second wind and then was out by 6:30. By then you were up.”

“Babe, you need to sleep or else your body will take longer to heal.”

“I know, but it’s hard to sleep when he sleeps. I’m too busy trying to get other things done that I don’t have time to accomplish when he’s awake.”

“What if you take a nap in here and I take him for the afternoon?” he suggested.

“Spence, you’re at work, you can’t.”

“Yes I can. Garcia doesn’t have a new case for us yet and it’s just a lot of paperwork that needs to be done.”

“I don’t know,” you hesitated, “He can be a handful when he’s fighting sleep.”

“Y/N, I got this, okay? You need sleep to function and he needs his mommy to get some sleep. Don’t you, Alex?”

He fussed in response, the nipple having slipped out of his mouth.

“My bad, my bad,” Spencer chuckled, putting it back into his mouth.

“Okay,” you relented, “A nap does sound great.”

“Then it’s settled.”

He bent down to grab Alex’s diaper bag.

“There’s extra diapers and wipes in there, two more bottles that you should probably put in the fridge, a couple of pacifiers, a blanket if he’s cold, his baby wrap, a change of clothes, a—“

“Y/N,” Spencer interrupted you, “Don’t worry, okay? If there’s any problem, I’ll get you. Besides JJ is always around to help with any baby qualms I might have.”

You nodded, moving to sit on the couch in the room.

“Sleep well,” he said, leaning down to kiss you.

You thanked him, your eyelids already beginning to flutter closed.

You were sound asleep before he even left the room.

•

“Did I miss it being bring your kid to work day?” JJ chuckled, walking up to Spencer’s desk.

Spencer sat at his desk, one arm holding his son, his chin balancing the bottle that Alex was still eating from as he filled out the paperwork that needed to be completed.

“I made Y/N take a nap in the briefing room and told her I’d take Alex for the afternoon. Besides, I secretly think Emily just wants him around so she can hog him later,” Spencer chuckled.

“Well you’re taking multitasking to a new level, that’s for sure.”

“Oh just wait until I start babywearing. It’s a shame I can’t just bring him along with me on cases. I’d have no problem wearing him while doing a geo profile.”

“Funny, Penelope said something on the lines of that.”

“I just feel like I can’t get enough time with him,” he frowned, looking down at him, “I mean he’s already five weeks and I feel like he’s already changed so much.”

He was close to finishing his bottle and he’d have to burp him in a minute.

“They grow up fast, Spence. I wish I could tell you that it gets easier balancing this job and a family, but it isn’t always that simple. What I can tell you is that cherishing the little moments like this are important. You’ll have a million of them, but each and every one is special. No matter where you work, what job you do, you’ll always feel like you’re missing out on something whether you actually are or not. You just learn to enjoy every single moment you get with them,” JJ smiled.

JJ’s boys were no longer babies—now 11 and 4—but she cherished them and her family very much. FBI work did make time for family difficult, but Spencer had always seen her make it work. He knew that if it was possible for her, he could make it work. He loved his little boy so much already and missed him dearly while at work, that’s why a rare afternoon like this was so special to him.

“Thanks, JJ.”

He pulled the empty bottle away from Alex’s mouth, picking him up to burp him.

“If you need me, I’ll just be juggling diapers and paperwork over here,” he grinned.

She snickered, patting him on the shoulder as she walked off, heading to Emily’s office.

“So, what do you think about daddy’s work?”

He tapped his back gently, rubbing circles on Alex’s back. He kept talking as he burped him.

“Pretty impressive, huh? Do you like my desk with all of daddy’s books and pictures of you and mommy?”

Alex fussed, his stomach most likely bothering him. Spencer tapped his back a little harder.

“Come on big man, you’ll feel a lot better if you burp.”

He wriggled against Spencer’s shoulder, fussing more.

“I’m impressed it’s your first day on the job and you’re only five weeks. I didn’t get into the FBI until I was 22.”

It was then that Alex finally burped, big and loud, causing a few smiles and laughs from neighboring agents.

“There we go. You oughta feel better after that.”

Spencer felt a wet spot on his shoulder and groaned, realizing too late he forgot to grab a burp cloth. He sat Alex in his carrier while he tried to wipe the spit up off his shirt.

“You’re lucky you’re cute Alex because I don’t think your spit up compliments the color of this shirt.”

He kicked his legs, shrieking.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re proud.”

But his shrieking didn’t stop there, it soon became fussing which quickly turned into crying. His face scrunched up and his legs thrashed.

“I guess you don’t want to be in your carrier now,” Spencer mused, picking him up.

“Is it nap time for you?”

He glanced at his watch, noticing it was close to 2:30. Y/N usually put him down for an afternoon nap around this time.

“Now I see what mommy was talking about.”

Spencer kissed Alex’s cheek, laying Alex against his chest. One hand rested against his head, supporting his neck while the other laid gently on his back. He looked through the glass window of the briefing room and saw Y/N sound asleep on the couch. He smiled to himself, his heart warming at the sight.

He had so much love for her. From carrying Alex for nine months to working harder than she ever had at something, just to bring him into this world. Now, she sacrificed her own needs to take care of their son. He was glad he’d made her rest; she deserved it more than anything.

Plus, if he was honest, he was thoroughly enjoying his time with Alex.

He rocked back and forth in his desk chair, trying to soothe the stubborn whimpers that still came from Alex.

“Do you want daddy to tell you a story?”

Spencer looked down and saw Alex squirming a bit, trying to get comfortable. He reached for the pacifier on his desk, placing it gently into Alex’s mouth. He immediately started sucking on it, the pacifier moving just the slightest.

“Well once upon a time, daddy delivered a baby. Just like you! It wasn’t you though, unfortunately. Mommy preferred an actual doctor to me, but I did get to cut your umbilical cord. But, I had memorized the manual on childbirth back when your auntie JJ was pregnant with Henry, just in case she went into labor in the field. Anyway, I’m getting distracted.”

His fingers stroked Alex’s tiny clenched hands and smiled when his hand grasped his finger.

“There was this big, bad guy who had hurt a lot of people to prove that he could be a good father. Yeah, it was kind of messed up. But his wife was going to have a baby. In fact, she was in labor when I got there with my old partner Morgan. Her contractions were pretty intense and there was no way she was going to make it to the hospital in time. So while Morgan arrested the bad guy, I helped the lady deliver her baby. Just like you, it was a little boy. Up until then I never thought I’d seen a more beautiful human. But that was before I’d met your mommy and you.”

Alex sighed, his movements becoming more sporadic and his breathing more even. Spencer peeked down and saw his eyelids growing heavy.

“In the end, the mother named her little boy after me. He’s a Spencer like the both of us. Pretty cool, right?”

There was no further sounds from Alex for he was fast asleep, content against his daddy’s chest.

•

When you woke, the sky was already darkening outside.

“Holy crap, how long did I sleep?!”

You looked around for your phone. In the midst of your searching, you didn’t hear anyone walk in.

“It’s around 6 pm.”

You looked up to see Emily walking in, smiling.

“Have a nice nap?”

“Sounds more like I went into a coma,” you laughed, “I’m so sorry about this.”

“Don’t worry,” she waved a hand, “Spence has been parading Alex all over the bullpen all afternoon. He even gave him a tour of the BAU. I think Alex was a little less than impressed though.”

You giggled at the image. You didn’t put it past Spencer for doing that.

“I hope he wasn’t a distraction or any trouble,” you worried.

“Definitely not. I got some obligatory baby snuggles in though.”

“They are the best, aren’t they?” you agreed.

You looked through the window into the bullpen, seeing no sign of Spencer and Alex.

“Would you happen to know where they went?”

“I think they’re in Rossi’s office playing with Alex. Rossi’s teaching him how to play peekaboo.”

“Spencer or Alex?” you joked, causing her to laugh.

You grabbed your phone and purse, saying your goodbyes to her and walked down to Rossi’s office.

“I feel like a grandpa all over again,” you heard Rossi say as you approached, “But I’ve never had a grandchild this young.”

“Well you’re gonna be like his grandpa anyway, whether you like it or not,” Spencer chuckled.

You walked in to the two of them making funny faces at Alex, Alex deadpanning back at them.

“It’s like he’s wondering what the heck is wrong with the two of you,” you laughed.

“Hey, there’s mommy,” Rossi said, turning Alex’s carrier in your direction so he could see you.

Immediately Alex began kicking his legs.

“Hey babe, how’d you sleep? Do you feel better?”

Spencer pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Much better. Thank you for letting me crash on the couch.”

“No problem. Alex and I had quite the afternoon,” Spencer smiled, rocking the carrier gently.

“I never thought I’d see Spencer working a case while wearing a baby,” Rossi said.

“Oh no, you guys got a case? Why didn’t you wake me?”

You felt bad, afraid that you and Alex had gotten in the way.

“Emily wouldn’t let him,” Rossi supplied, “Besides Alex was a complete angel. He was sleeping like it was his job.”

“Thank you guys so much for helping out today.”

You gave Rossi a hug then grabbed the diaper bag, reaching to pick up Alex’s carrier.

“I got him.”

Spencer picked up the baby carrier, following you out of Rossi’s office and down the stairs into the bullpen.

“Well today didn’t turn out like I expected it would,” you noted.

“It was definitely interesting,” Spencer agreed.

“Well I guess I found the best way to cure cabin fever.”

“Yeah?” Spencer turned to you as you walked out of the unit, “What’s that?”

“Joining the BAU for the day.”

Spencer chuckled and looked down at Alex.

“Come on buddy, let’s go home. I think you’ve had quite the long day.”

You smiled as the elevator doors closed behind you. You were already looking forward to spending the evening with your two favorite boys in the world.

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glassbxttless · 4 years ago

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So thank you to @maybe-your-left for GEEKING over ideas for the AU with me.

Matt Solo x Reader

Part Two

Word Count: 1,209

Warnings: pregnancy, birth, swearing

Two weeks into your eighth month, you feel your water gush down your thighs while Matt’s at work. And you just sigh deeply, you just cleaned the fucking floors. You take a deep breath and move to grab a towel from your clean laundry basket and drop it onto the puddle of water. Your shorts are absolutely soiled and you leave the towel to soak up the wetness as you waddle back to your bedroom.

You grab a fresh pair of panties, joggers, and the Grateful Dead t-shirt you’d officially overtaken from Matt and you head for the shower. You sit on the edge of the tub and take your mirror to shave the best you can, watching and feeling to make sure you get all that you can, and then you just dry off and get dressed, resorting to lying on the couch and timing each of the contractions.

Your belly is so tight. You can feel each of the twins moving around, stretching you so impossibly far it’s almost painful. But you don’t want Matt to worry. The closer you get to your due date, the more his absolute lunatic side comes out. Did you buy enough diapers? Did you pack everything? What if there isn’t enough time to get to the hospital?

And you smile as you rub the bottom of your aching tummy. Everything feels like it’s about to bust, but your contractions aren’t even close yet. And you’re not going to the hospital to just be sent home again, so you decide not to tell Matt, just yet.

And when he comes home at lunch that day, he sees the towel on the floor and frowns a bit. He picks it up and tosses it with your dirty clothes. “Sunny? You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You say from your spot on the couch. You can hardly move with how stretched out your middle feels from time to time. When one of the twins gets particularly cramped. “Just have a bit of pain today. No big deal.”

“You had enough water?” He asks as he grabs a bottle from the fridge and passes it over to where you’re seated. “Why was there a towel on the floor?”

“Had to dry up some water.” You say as you open the bottle and take a drink from it. And Matt nods a little bit, making your plate of banana and hazelnut peanut butter before he grabs a granola bar and gives you a gentle kiss. And then he kisses your belly twice.

“I gotta get back to work. Call me if you need anything. Okay? I love you.”

“Okay.” You smile and thank him for your snack and he leaves the apartment, leaving you and the twins to hash out their escape plan for at least the next three hours.

And by the time Matt gets home, you feel like you want to cry. Each contraction was so strong and you're doubled over with one when Matt walks in— immediately running to you. “Hey? What’s going on?” He frowns and places a hand at your back and under your belly for support.

“Just a contraction.” You whisper to him once the worst of it is over.

“How close are they?” He asks softly, knowing you’ve been having them off and on sporadically for the last week.

“Ten minutes.” And those two words kick Matt’s ass in gear. He strips from his jumpsuit and pulls on sweatpants and a t-shirt, grabs the bags and takes them out to the car. He’s done this test run a billion times before. And when he comes back up, he fills Delilah’s automatic feeder, sets the timer and helps you down to the car.

He calls Ben and Randy on the way and even Leia, making her promise she’ll come alone.

And Felix is out first, and you’re happy to have the thirteen minute break between the two of them. You’re tired, sweating, and with the force you’re gritting your teeth with— you think you’ll break one. And Matt’s standing there, holding your hand and trying not to cry. He’s a bit softer now. His first son is here. And when Douglas is out, his dam breaks and the water is flowing down his cheeks.

You’ve got both twins on your chest, completely spent. You just want to close your eyes and sleep. “Sunny, you did so well.” He says softly and kisses your head, looking down at the boys there against your skin.

And when you start getting visitors a few hours after, Ben is the first one to walk in. Randy’s trailing right behind him. Ben opens the bag over his shoulder, and pulls out a couple of tall boys and Matt just chokes on his water. “Nine months are over kid, fucking bottoms up!” He laughs handing the beer over to you.

You just giggle as Matt snatches it from his hand. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He asks, he’s whisper-yelling. Not wanting to wake the twins who were sleeping peacefully in their in-room bassinets. Randy is the first to take a peak, smiling.

“They’re beautiful, you two.” He says softly. “What are their names?”

You smile tiredly, “Felix Benjamin and Douglas Randall.”

Randy and Ben look at you both, switching between you and Matt. Ben offers a smile, “that’s nice, Matt.”

Leia watches from the doorway, happy to watch as Matt hands off the twins to each of his brothers. He looked like a natural born father— which surprised everyone in the family. Her grandchildren, her own children, the daughter she had gained through you all in the same room. The same room is full of love. Until Matt looks over and catches sight of Han.

“No no no.” He starts panicking a bit. “I told you you could come, by yourself— mom, I…”

“Matty.” You start to say as you see the flowers and two teddy bears in Han’s arms. “They’re trying to be nice. Calm down.” You reach for his hand and he walks over to your bed, heart still racing. His boundaries were being pushed in every way he thought possible. “Just let them meet the boys.”

And Matt did. He hands each of his parents a twin, even if he does so reluctantly. And he listens to his mother’s baby talk and then Han looks at him and says, “I’m proud of you.”

You watch Matt’s reaction, how he clenched and unclenched his hands. And you reach up to rub his lower back. “Thank you.” He says, gritting.

“Don’t blink through this, kiddo. Next thing you know they’re gonna be twenty-nine and having babies of their own.” Han looks at him over again. He wishes he could’ve been the dad Matt needed. The dad any of the boys needed. And hopefully he’ll have the chance to fix it.

But right now as the room starts to clear out, Matt sits in the glider in the corner and rocks with Douglas as Felix feeds at your breast quietly. You didn’t think you could love Matt anymore than you already did. But seeing him be a dad absolutely solidified it. You fell deeper and harder— and you couldn’t wait to be Mrs. Matthew Solo.

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voltrontranscript · 4 years ago

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VLD S1E1: The Rise of Voltron

Season 1 Episode 1: The Rise of Voltron

Transcript by @dragonofyang

Summary: Out on the edge of the solar system on Kerberos, Shiro, Sam, and Matt are extracting ice cores from Kerberos’ surface when they’re abducted by a mysterious alien race. One year later, cadets Lance, Pidge, and Hunk pick up alien radio chatter that leads them to find the missing pilot Shiro when he crash lands back on Earth, and they meet Keith, who was attempting to rescue him at the same time. Together, Shiro, Lance, Pidge, Hunk, and Keith find the Blue Lion, one of five alien spaceships shaped like lions that forms the mysterious Voltron, and they fly to Arus, their next mission is to find and pilot the other four missing Lions of Voltron with the help of Princess Allura and her advisor Coran of the planet Altea to defeat Emperor Zarkon.

[Google Doc]

Sam: Easy, son. This ice is delicate.

Matt: Amazing. Isn’t this exciting, Shiro?

Shiro: You guys get a little more excited about ice samples than I do.

Sam: This is history in the making. Not only have we traveled farther than any human ever has, but this ice could hold microscopic clues about the existence of life outside Earth.

Matt: Think of it, Dad. We could use those clues to become the first people to meet aliens.

Sam: My life’s work would be complete. What is that? Seismic activity?

Shiro: We should get back to the ship.

Sam: What? What is that? It can’t be.

Shiro: Run. Come on, run!

Unnamed Galra Commander: Emperor Zarkon, we were scouting System X-9-Y as ordered when we found these primitive scientists. I don’t think they know anything useful.

Zarkon: Take them back to the main fleet for interrogation. The Druids will find out what they know.

Shiro: Please, we come from a peaceful planet! We mean you no harm! We’re unarmed!

[Scene change to an unmarked hallway lined with holding cells in the Galra ship.]

Male: Look, they brought in another one.

Female: Who is it?

Second Male: Over there. It’s another one.

Shiro: Huh?

[Scene change back to Kerberos, labeled “One Year Later”.]

Lance: Galaxy Garrison flight log 5-11-14. Begin descent to Kerberos for rescue mission.

Hunk: Lance, can you keep this thing straight?

Lance: Relax, Hunk. I’m just getting a feel for the stick. I mean, it’s not like I did this! Or this!

Hunk: Okay, unless you wanna wipe beef stroganoff out of all the little nooks and crannies in this thing, you’d better knock it off, man!

Pidge: We’ve picked up a distress beacon!

Lance: Alright, look alive, team. Pidge, track coordinates.

Pidge: Copy.

Hunk: Knock it off, Lance! Please!

Lance: Well, this one’s on you, buddy, we’ve got a hydraulic stabilizer out.

Hunk: Oh, no.

Lance: Oh, no. Fix now, puke later.

Pidge: I lost contact. The shaking is interfering with our sensors.

Lance: Come on, Hunk!

Hunk: It’s not responding.

Lance: Oh, never mind, fellas. Thar she blows. Preparing for approach on visual.

Pidge: I don’t think that’s advisable with our current mechanical and gastrointestinal issues.

Hunk: Agreed.

Lance: Stop worrying. This baby can take it, can’t you, champ? See? She was--she was nodding. She was nodding. Pidge, hail down to them and let them know their ride is here.

Pidge: Attention, lunar vessel--[screams]

Lance: What are you doing? Buckle your belt. And Hunk, stop that shaking!

Hunk: I’m try--oh, no.

Pidge: Attention, lunar vessel, this is Galaxy Garrison Rescue Craft One Victor Six Three Tango. Coming in for landing and extraction, against crew recommendations.

Lance: No time for your mutinous comments now, Pidge. They’re going under and we’re going in.

Pidge: Look out for that overhang!

Lance: No worries, my first year in flight school, you know what they called me? They called me “The Tailor” because of how I thread the needle. Come around, come around! Come on, come on!

Hunk: We lost a wing!

Lance: Oh, man.

Computer: Simulation failed.

Pidge: Nice work, Tailor.

Iverson: Roll out, donkeys! Well, let’s see if we can’t use this complete failure as a lesson for the rest of you students. Can anyone point out the mistakes these three so-called cadets made in the simulator?

Student 1: The engineer puked in the main gearbox.

Iverson: Yes. As everyone knows, vomit is not an approved lubricant for engine systems. What else?

Student 2: The comms spec removed his safety harness.

Student 3: The pilot crashed!

Iverson: Correct. And worst of all, the whole jump, they’re arguing with each other. Heck, if you’re gonna be this bad individually, you’d better at least be able to work as a team! Galaxy Garrison exists to turn young cadets like you into the next generation of elite astroexplorers, but these kinds of mental mistakes are exactly what cost the lives of the men on the Kerberos mission.

Pidge: That’s not true, sir!

Iverson: What did you say?

Lance: Sorry, sir. I think he may have hit his head when he fell out of his chair. But point taken.

Iverson: I hope I don’t need to remind you that the only reason you’re here is that the best pilot in your class had a discipline issue and flunked out. Don’t follow in his footsteps. Next!

[Scene change to outside the Galaxy Garrison compound.]

Iverson: Lights out in five! Everyone back to their dorms, now.

Hunk: We shouldn’t be doing this.

Lance: You heard Commander Iverson. We need to bond as a team. We’re gonna grab Pidge, hit the town, loosen up, meet some nice girls and--

Hunk: I-I’m just saying this here, right now, on the record. This is a bad idea.

Lance: You know, for someone in a space exploration program, you don’t have much of a sense of adventure.

Hunk: All of your little “adventures” end up with me in the principal’s office. Oh, man.

Guard: L-5 north all clear.

Hunk: I’m fine.

Lance: Where is he going?

[Scene change to the roof of the Galaxy Garrison.]

Lance: You come up here to rock out?

Pidge: Oh, Lance, Hunk. No, um, just looking at the stars.

Lance: Where’d you get this stuff? It doesn’t look like Garrison tech.

Pidge: I built it.

Hunk: You built all of this?

Pidge: Stop it! With this thing, I can scan all the way to the edge of the solar system.

Lance: That right? All the way to Kerberos? You go ballistic every time the instructors bring it up. What’s your deal?

Pidge: Second warning, Hunk.

Lance: Look, Pidge, if we’re going to bond as a team, we can’t have any secrets.

Pidge: Fine. The world as you know it is about to change. The Kerberos mission wasn’t lost because of some malfunction or crew mistake. Stop touching my equipment! So, I’ve been scanning the system and picking up alien radio chatter.

Hunk: Whoa, what? Aliens?

Lance: Okay. So, you’re insane. Got it.

Pidge: I’m serious. They keep repeating one word: “Voltron.” And tonight, it’s going crazier than I have ever heard it.

Lance: How crazy?

Iverson, over PA: Attention, students. This is not a drill. We are on lockdown! Security situation Zulu Niner. Repeat: all students are to remain in barracks until further notice.

Hunk: What’s going on? Is that a meteor? A very, very big meteor?

Pidge: It’s a ship.

Lance: Holy crow! I can’t believe what I’m seeing! That’s not one of ours.

Pidge: No. It’s one of theirs.

Hunk: So, wait, there really are aliens out there?

Pidge: We’ve gotta see that ship!

Lance: Hunk, come on!

Hunk: Oh, this is the worst team-building exercise ever.

[Scene change to the cliffs where the mystery space ship landed.]

Lance: Whoa! What the heck is that thing? And who the heck is she?

Pidge: Lance!

Lance: Ow! Right, alien ship. Man, we’ll never get past all those guards to get a look.

Hunk: Aw, man. Yeah, yeah, I guess there’s nothing to do but head back to the barracks, right?

Pidge: Wait, they set up a camera in there and I grabbed its feed. Look!

Shiro: Hey! What are you doing?

Iverson: Calm down, Shiro. We just need to keep you quarantined until we run some tests.

Shiro: You have to listen to me! They destroy worlds! Aliens are coming!

Lance: That’s Shiro, the pilot of the Kerberos mission! That guy’s my hero!

Hunk: Guess he’s not dead in space, after all.

Pidge: But where’s the rest of the crew?

Iverson: Do you know how long you’ve been gone?

Shiro: I don’t know. Months? Years? Look, there’s no time. Aliens are coming here for a weapon. They’re probably on their way. They’ll destroy us. We have to find Voltron.

Pidge: Voltron!

Man: Sir, take a look at this. It appears his arm has been replaced with a cyborg prosthetic.

Iverson: Put him under until we know what that thing can do.

Shiro: No, no, no! Don’t put me under! No! There’s no time!

Pidge: They didn’t ask about the rest of the crew.

Lance: What are they doing? The guy’s a legend. They’re not even gonna listen to him?

Pidge: We have to get him out.

Hunk: Uh, I hate to be the voice of reason here, always, but weren’t we just watching on TV because there was no way to get past the guards?

Lance: That was before we were properly motivated. We’ve just gotta think. Could we tunnel in?

Pidge: Maybe we could get some hazmat suits and sneak in like med techs.

Hunk: Or we dress up like cooks, head back to the dorms, sneak into the commissary, little late-night snack.

Lance: No. What we need is a distraction.

Hunk: Is that the aliens? Is that the aliens? Are they here? They got here so quick!

Pidge: No. Those explosions were a distraction for him. The Garrison’s headed toward the blast, and he’s sneaking in from the other side.

Lance: No way! Oh, he is not going to beat us in there! That guy’s always trying to one-up me!

Hunk: Who is it?

Lance: Keith!

Pidge: Who?

Hunk: Are you sure?

Lance: Oh, I’d recognize that mullet anywhere!

Pidge: Who’s Keith?

Man: These readings are off the chart. Hey!

Keith: Shiro?

Lance: Nope. No, you--no, no, no. No, you don’t. I’m saving Shiro.

Keith: Who are you?

Lance: Who am I? Uh, the name’s Lance. We were in the same class at the Garrison.

Keith: Really, are you an engineer?

Lance: No, I’m a pilot! We were, like, rivals. You know, Lance and Keith, neck and neck.

Keith: Oh, wait, I remember you. You’re a cargo pilot.

Lance: Well, not anymore. I’m fighter class now, thanks to you washing out.

Keith: Well, congratulations.

Hunk: Oh, man. They’re coming back and they do not look happy. We gotta go. Uh, do you mind if we catch a ride with you?

Pidge: Is this thing going to be big enough for all of us?

Keith: No.

Pidge: Why am I holding this guy?

Hunk: Hey, we did all fit.

Lance: Can’t this thing go any faster?

Keith: We could toss out some non-essential weight.

Lance: Oh, right! Okay, so that was an insult. I get it.

Keith: Big man, lean left!

All: Whoa!

Hunk: Aw, man! Mr. Harris just wiped out Professor Montgomery! No, no, he’s fine.

Keith: Big man, lean right!

Hunk: Guys? Is that a cliff up ahead?

Lance: Oh, no, no, no!

Keith: Yup.

Pidge: No, no, no!

Lance: What are you doing? You’re going to kill us all!

Keith: Shut up and trust me!

[Scene change to outside Keith’s home.]

Keith: It’s good to have you back.

Shiro: It’s good to be back.

Keith: So what happened out there? Where were you?

Shiro: I wish I could tell you. My head’s still pretty scrambled. I was on an alien ship, somehow I escaped. It’s all a blur. How did you know to come save me when I crashed?

Keith: You should come see this.

[Scene change to inside Keith’s home.]

Shiro: What have you been working on?

Keith: I can’t explain it, really. After getting booted from the Garrison, I was kinda lost and found myself drawn out to this place. It’s like something… some energy was telling me to search.

Shiro: For what?

Keith: Well, I didn’t know at the time… until I stumbled across this area. It’s an outcropping of giant boulders with caves covered in these ancient markings. Each tells a slightly different story about a blue lion, but they all share clues leading to some event, some arrival happening last night. Then, you showed up.

Shiro: I should thank you all for getting me out. Lance, right?

Pidge: The nervous guy’s Hunk. I’m Pidge. So, did anyone else from your crew make it out?

Shiro: I’m not sure. I remember the mission and being captured. After that, it’s just bits and pieces.

Hunk: Yeah, sorry to interrupt, but back to the aliens. Where are they now? Are they coming? Are they coming for all of us? Like, where are they at this very moment?

Shiro: I can’t really put it together. I remember the word “Voltron.” It’s some kind of weapon they’re looking for, but I don’t know why. Whatever it is, I think we need to find it before they do.

Hunk: Well, last night, I was rummaging through Pidge’s stuff, and I found this picture. Look, it’s his girlfriend.

Pidge: Hey, give me that! What were you doing in my stuff?

Hunk: I was looking for a candy bar. But, then, I started reading his diary--

Pidge: What?!

Hunk: --and I noticed that the repeating series of numbers the aliens are searching for looks a lot like a Fraunhofer line.

Keith: Frown who?

Hunk: It’s a number describing the emission spectrum of an element, only, this element doesn’t exist on EArth. I thought it might be this Voltron, and I think I can build a machine to look for it, kinda like a Voltron Geiger counter.

Lance: Hunk, you big gassy genius!

Hunk: It’s pretty fascinating, really. The wavelength looks like this.

Keith: Give me that.

[Scene change to the canyons leading to Blue Lion’s hiding place.]

Lance: Okay, I admit it. This is super freaky.

Hunk: I’m getting a reading. Whoa. Whoa.

Shiro: What are these?

Keith: These are the lion carvings I was telling you about. They’re everywhere around here.

Lance: Hmm. Whoa. Whoa!

All: What?

Keith: They’ve never done that before.

Lance: They are everywhere.

Pidge: Is this it? Is this the Voltron?

Shiro: It must be.

Keith: This is what’s been causing all of this crazy energy out here. Looks like there’s a forcefield around it.

Lance: Does anyone else get the feeling this is staring at them?

Shiro: No.

Lance: Yeah. The eyes are totally following me.

Keith: I wonder how we get through this.

Lance: Maybe you just have to knock. Whoa. Uh, did everyone just see that?

Hunk: Voltron is a robot. Voltron is a huge, huge awesome robot!

Pidge: And this thing is only one part of it! I wonder where the rest of them are.

Shiro: This is what they’re looking for.

Keith: Incredible.

Lance: Hmm. Mmm… hmm… Here we go. Uh? Huh.

Pidge: Whoa.

Hunk: Whoa.

Lance: Alright! Very nice!

Hunk: Okay, guys, I feel the need to point out, just so that we’re all, you know, aware. We are in some kind of futuristic alien cat head right now.

Lance: Whoa. Did you guys just hear that?

Keith: Hear what?

Lance: I think it’s talking to me. Hmm… Um… Okay, got it. Now, let’s try this.

Keith: You are the worst pilot ever!

Iverson: What in the Sam Hill is that?

Garrison Officer: It appears to be a flying blue lion, sir.

Lance: Isn’t this awesome?

Hunk: Make it stop. Make it stop.

Lance: I’m not making it do anything. It’s like it’s on autopilot.

Keith: Where are you going?!

Lance: I just said it’s on autopilot! It says there’s an alien ship approaching Earth. I think we’re supposed to stop it.

Pidge: What did it say, exactly?

Lance: Well, it’s not like it’s saying words. More like feeding ideas into my brain, kind of.

Hunk: Well, if this thing is the weapon they’re coming for, why don’t we just, I don’t know, give it to them? Maybe they’ll leave us alone. Sorry, lion, nothing personal.

Shiro: You don’t understand. These monsters spread like a plague throughout the galaxy, destroying everything in their path. There’s no bargaining with them. They won’t stop until everything’s dead.

Hunk: Oh. Never mind, then.

[Cut to space.]

Hunk: Uh… Holy crow! Is that really an alien ship?

Shiro: They found me.

Pidge: We’ve got to get it out of here!

Lance: Hang on! Alright, okay! I think I know what to do!

Pidge: Be careful, man. This isn’t a simulator.

Lance: Well, that’s good. I always wreck a simulator. Let’s try this.

Shiro: Nice job, Lance!

Lance: Okay, I think it’s time to get these guys away from our planet.

Unnamed Galra Commander: Lord Zarkon, the escaped prisoner and his people found the lion. It attacked us and is heading out of the system.

Zarkon: Follow that lion and alert all ships in the area to intercept. Capturing that lion is your first and only priority.

Unnamed Galra Commander: Yes, Your Majesty. Full power after the lion!

Hunk: Oh, no!

Pidge: They’re gaining on us!

Lance: It’s weird. They’re not trying to shoot us. They’re just chasing.

Hunk: Okay, seriously, now we think having aliens follow us is good? I am not on board with this new direction, guys.

Keith: Where are we?

Shiro: Edge of the solar system. There’s Kerberos.

Pidge: It takes months for our ships to get out this far. We got out here in five seconds.

Hunk: What is that?

Lance: Uh, this may seem crazy, but I think the lion wants us to go through there.

Pidge: Where does it go?

Lance: I-I don’t know. Shiro, you’re the senior officer here. What should we do?

Shiro: Whatever’s happening, the lion knows more than we do. I say we trust it, but we’re a team now. We should decide together.

Lance: Alright. Guess we’re all ditching class tomorrow.

Lance: Whoa. That was…

Hunk: So sorry.

Pidge: I’m just surprised it took this long.

Shiro: I don’t recognize any of these constellations. We must be a long, long way from Earth.

Lance: The lion seems to want to go to this planet. I think… I think it’s going home.

Lance: Guys, personal space. Hunk, your breath is killing me.

Hunk: Um, is it just me or is anyone else having second thoughts about flying through a mysterious wormhole? Why are we listening to a robotic lion anyway?

Lance: Got us away from that alien warship, didn’t it?

Keith: I don’t know if you noticed, but we’re in an alien warship.

Lance: Oh, are you scared?

Keith: With you at the helm? Terrified.

Shiro: Alright, knock it off. No one’s happy to be in this situation, but we’re here now. If we want to get through this, we’ve got to do it together.

Pidge: So, what do we do?

Shiro: First, we find out where we’re headed. Lance?

Lance: I don’t know. I’m sorry. The lion’s not talking to me anymore. Wait! Wait, wait wait! Shh! Listen. I think I hear something.

Keith: I’m hearing it, too.

Hunk: It’s uh--it’s kind of a--a high-pitched squeal?

All: [exclaim in disgust] Come on, Lance!

Lance: But seriously, there’s a castle up ahead.

All: Wow.

Shiro: Keep your guard up.

Pidge: Something wrong?

Shiro: My crew was captured by aliens once. I’m not gonna let it happen again.

Hunk: Oh, no! No! I knew it was going to eat us! No! Oh, the door is open. Guess I was wrong about you.

Hunk: Hello?

Pidge: From the size of the lion, I expected these steps to be bigger.

Computer: Hold for identity scan.

Pidge: What?

Shiro: Why are we here? What do you want with us?

Lance: Whoa!

Pidge: Whoa. I guess we’re going that way.

Hunk: Hello? Hello? Hello?

Lance: Where are we?

Pidge: It’s some kind of control room.

Hunk: Are these guys… dead?

Allura: Father!

Lance: Woah! Hello.

Allura: Who are you? Where am I?

Lance: My name’s Lance, and you’re right here in my arms.

Allura: Your ears…

Lance: Yeah?

Allura: They’re hideous. What’s wrong with them?

Lance: Nothing’s wrong with them! They heard exactly what you said about them!

Allura: Who are you? Where is King Alfor? What are you doing in my castle?

Lance: A giant blue lion brought us here. That’s all we know!

Allura: How do you have the Blue Lion? What happened to its paladin? What are you all doing here? Unless… How long has it been?

Shiro: We don’t know what you’re talking about. Why don’t you tell us who you are? Maybe we can help.

Allura: I am Princess Allura of Planet Altea. I’ve got to find out where we are and how long we’ve been asleep.

Pidge: Okay, that’s how that works.

Coran: Enemy combatants! Quiznak! You’re lucky I have a case of the ol’ “sleep chamber knees”. Otherwise I’d grab your head like this, wrap you up like so, one, two, three! Sleepytime!

Lance: Well, before you did that I’d--[grunts repeatedly] like that.

Coran: Oh, really? Well how could you do that when I’ve already come at you with this? Ha, ha, ha, hey!

Hunk: Man, these guys are good.

Allura: It can’t be.

Coran: What is it?

Allura: We’ve been asleep for ten thousand years.

[Transition to a flashback, ten thousand years ago.]

Alfor: Zarkon.

Zarkon: Your fleet has been destroyed, Alfor. I will be there shortly to claim Voltron.

Allura: Father, we must form Voltron and fight before it’s too late!

Alfor: It’s already too late. We must send the lions away. We can’t risk them falling into Zarkon’s hands.

Allura: We can’t give up hope!

Alfor: I’m sorry, daughter. If all goes well, I will see you again soon.

Allura: Father…

Alfor: I love you.

[Transition back to the present.]

Allura: Planet Altea and all of the planets in our solar system have been destroyed. Coran, Father is gone. Our entire civilization… Zarkon.

Shiro: Zarkon?

Allura: He was the king of the Galra. A vile creature and enemy to all free people.

Shiro: I remember now… I was his prisoner.

Allura: He’s still alive? Impossible!

Shiro: I can’t explain it, but it’s true. He’s searching for a super-weapon called Voltron.

Allura: He’s searching for it because he knows it’s the only thing that can defeat him, and that’s exactly why we must find it before he does.

[Cut to an unspecified location full of floating purple crystals.]

Haggar: Ah…

[Cut to an unspecified location on Zarkon’s command ship.]

Haggar: The Blue Lion has returned, and now I feel a resurgence of Altean energy.

Zarkon: Alfor’s daughter lives? How?

Haggar: I know not, but it is time to reclaim what is rightfully ours.

Zarkon: Yes. I shall wipe that foul race from the universe forever and take back Voltron. Contact my commanders.

[Cut to a Galra cruiser in deep space.]

Male voice: Emperor Zarkon requests an audience.

Zarkon: Commander Sendak, the Princess of Altea is alive and hiding in your sector. We believe she alone holds the whereabouts of the remaining lions. Your battle fleet is the closest to her location. Retrieve her and the lions. With them all, the Galra Empire will be unstoppable.

Sendak: I fight for the empire. I conquer in the name of Galra. No foe has ever stood in my way and none ever will. Vrepit Sa! Set a course for Arus.

[Cut to the Castle of Lions.]

Coran: Princess, you must eat. It’s been ten thousand years.

Allura: I’m not hungry.

Lance: Man, ten thousand years? That's like one thousand plus ten.

Keith: That’s times ten.

Lance: Whatever, dropout.

Hunk: I haven’t eaten since breakfast and I’m starving.

Pidge: Yeah, but you’ve thrown up, like, five times.

Shiro: I can’t believe your civilization created such advanced technology ten thousand years ago. It must have been an incredible place.

Coran: Yes, it was… but now it is gone and we’re the last Alteans alive.

Allura: Looks like we’re not the last, after all.

Coran: A Galra battleship has set its tracker to us!

Allura: How did they find us?

Lance: I’m not sure, but I bet it’s Keith’s fault.

Keith: Say whatever you’ve gotta say to make yourself feel better. After getting us stuck on the other side of a wormhole!

Lance: I’ll stick you in a wormhole!

Shiro: Stow it, cadets! This is no time to place blame, it’s time to work as a team. How long before they arrive?

Coran: At their speed? Oh, well, uh, carry the two… I’d say probably a couple of days.

Allura: Good. Let them come. By the time they get here, you five will have reformed Voltron, and together, we will destroy Zarkon’s empire.

Hunk: Sorry. Food goo.

Shiro: Princess, there are five of these lions. How are we going to find the rest?

[Transition to the bridge of the Castle of Lions.]

Coran: King Alfor connected the lions to Allura’s life force. She alone is the key to the lions’ whereabouts.

All: Whoa.

Pidge: These are coordinates. The Black Lion looks like it’s in the same location as the Blue Lion.

Coran: Look at your primitive synapses firing away in their little brain cage!

Allura: Very observant. That’s because the Black Lion is in the castle.

Coran: To keep the Black Lion out of Zarkon’s hands, King Alfor locked it in the castle. It can only be freed if the other four lions are present.

Allura: As you have found, the lions choose their pilots. It is a mystical bond and cannot be forced. The quintessence of the pilot is mirrored in his lion. Together, they form something greater than science can explain. The Black Lion is the decisive head of Voltron. It will take a pilot who is a born leader and in control at all times, someone whose men will follow without hesitation. That is why, Shiro, you will pilot the Black Lion. The Green Lion has an inquisitive personality and needs a pilot of intellect and daring. Pidge, you will pilot the Green Lion. The Blue Lion--

Lance: Whoa, hold up, let me guess. Takes the most handsome slash best pilot of the bunch?

Allura: The Yellow Lion is caring and kind. Its pilot is one who puts the needs of others above his own. His heart must be mighty. As the leg of Voltron, you will lift the team up and hold them together. The Red Lion is temperamental and the most difficult to master. It’s faster and more agile than the others, but also more unstable. Its pilot needs to be someone who relies more on instincts than skill alone. Keith, you will fly the Red Lion.

Lance: What? This guy?

Allura: Unfortunately, I cannot locate the Red Lion’s coordinates yet. There must be something wrong with the castle. After ten thousand years, it might need some work.

Coran: Don’t worry, we’ll find it soon. They don’t call me “The Coranic” for nothing. It’s because it sounds like “mechanic.” So… Coranic, mechanic. It’s not--it doesn’t sound… exactly like it. It’s similar.

Allura: Once all the lions are united, you will form Voltron, the most powerful warrior ever known, the Defender of the Universe.

Lance: Awesome.

Pidge: Oh…

Hunk: Wait. Okay, we’re going to be in there and flying lions. Got that part. How do lions turn into legs? Also, is this going to be a long trip? Because I have to pee. Do you people pee?

Shiro: We don’t have much time. Pidge and I will go after the Green Lion. Lance, you take Hunk and get the yellow one. Keith, you stay here. If you locate that Red Lion, go get it.

Allura: In the meantime, I’ll get this castle’s defenses ready. They’ll be sorely needed.

Coran: I’ll ready a pod and load the coordinates so that you can reach the Green Lion.

[Transition to the launch of the lion and the pod.]

Coran: We can only keep the wormholes that lead to the other lions open for two of your Earth hours, so you’ll have to be quick about your work. The good news is that according to my readings, both planets are relatively peaceful. So, if you do get stuck, they could be relaxing places to live out the rest of your lives. Enjoy the trip!

Lance: Wait! What? No!

Hunk: I did not receive the memo on this.

[Scene change to a lush green planet where Shiro and Pidge land.]

Pidge: Look! It’s just a… whatever that thing is. I… uh, I think he wants us to get in his canoe.

Shiro: Then, I guess we should go.

Pidge: Huh.

Shiro: I’ve been locked up by aliens for a year. This is nothing.

Pidge: I wonder if Hunk and Lance are having as good a time as us.

[Cut to a sandy planet, where Hunk and Lance are not having as good a time.]

Hunk: Oh, no! No, no, no! Oh! Oh, no! I thought Coran said these planets were peaceful!

Lance: Maybe “peaceful” means something else in Altean!

Hunk: According to the coordinates, we’re right on top of the Yellow Lion. It’s below there, where they’re mining for the ore. They don’t even know the lion is there. Or maybe they just got here and they’re digging for the lion? What do you think, Lance?

Lance: Who cares? Just go get it! I’m dropping you down there.

Hunk: Me? Down there? No. No, no, no.

Lance: Yes, I’ll cover you.

Hunk, You know, what if the Yellow Lion doesn’t work? W-What if--what if I can’t get in the mine? What if I start crying? It’s too late. I’m already crying!

Lance: Sorry, no time for questions.

Hunk: Oh, yeah, sure, just drop me off in an alien planet. That’s cool, man. It’s only occupied by mean purple aliens that want to kill me, but whatever. Just ignore them and go connect with a big, yellow, mechanical cat. Easy-peasy. Yeah. That all makes a ton of sense to me. Cool.

Hunk: Okay, I’m in a giant hole. Now what, Hunk? Huh? Whoa. Pretty. How am I gonna get through that? Hmm? Hmm...

[Cut to Blue Lion on the surface, then Hunk drilling through the rock, and back to Blue as Lance fights the Galra fighters.]

Lance: Oh, no! Hunk!

[Scene change to Shiro and Pidge on the river with the alien.]

Pidge: I know the princess said this is supposed to be my lion, but what if she’s wrong? I mean, she’s probably not wrong. She’s a princess, but I’m not a pilot, even though I’ve always wanted to be a pilot. I mean, I read all the fighter manuals, but never got to fly the simulator, but, hey, I can’t be all that worse than Lance. He crashed all the time, but what if I get in there and it doesn’t respond? What if I get in there and it’s too big and my feet don’t touch the pedals? What if there aren’t even pedals?

Shiro: You’re rambling. Listen, our commander on the Kerberos mission is the smartest man I ever met and he always said, “If you get too worried about what could go wrong, you might miss a chance to do something great.”

Shiro: Go. Be great.

Pidge: Woo-hoo-hoo!

[Cut to Blue Lion on the sandy planet.]

Lance: Hunk, come on! Please, buddy! Oh, no, no, no, no, no! Going down! We’re going down! Oh, no.

Hunk: You okay, Lance?

Lance: Hunk! I thought you were dead! You jumped in front of all those shots to save my life!

Hunk: Well, actually, I was trying to get out of the way. Thankfully, what this thing lacks in speed, it more than makes up for in armor. Man, can it take a beating! Ooh. We’ve got incoming!

Allura: Paladins, please hurry back. I can’t hold the wormhole much longer.

Lance: Let’s get out of here!

Hunk: Ugh, not this again.

Lance: Quit screwing around, Hunk! The wormhole is closing!

[Cut to the bridge of the Castle of Lions.]

Allura: You made it.

Lance: Yeah, just barely. That was a nightmare. I almost puked out there. I felt like Hunk!

Hunk: Think how I felt. I am Hunk.

Pidge: Yeah, we had a tough time, too.

Shiro: Did we find the Red Lion yet?

Coran: Allura just located it. There’s a bit of good news and bad news. The good news is the Red Lion is nearby. The bad news is it’s on-board the Galra ship now orbiting Arus. But wait, good news again. We’re Arus!

Shiro: They’re here already?

Coran: Yes. Guess my calculations were a bit off. Finger counting is--it’s more of an art than a science. Hmm?

Sendak: Princess Allura, this is Commander Sendak of the Galra Empire. I come on behalf of Emperor Zarkon, Lord of the Known Universe. I am here to confiscate the lions. Turn them over to me, or I will destroy your planet.

Shiro: Alright, let’s not panic.

Hunk: Not panic? The scary purple alien thing is driving his battleship toward us. We only have four lions.

Pidge: Technically, only three working lions.

Hunk: That’s right, thank you, Pidge. Three working lions a-and a castle that’s, like, ten thousand years old.

Coran: Actually, it’s ten thousand and six hundred years old. You see, it was built by my grandfather--

Hunk: Thanks, Coran. Thank you for that. See? Now is the perfect time to panic!

Allura: Wait! This castle has a particle barrier we can activate.

Lance: Girl, you’ve already activated my par--

Shiro: Lance!

Coran: The particle barrier won’t hold Sendak’s ion cannon forever. The Galra technology must have advanced since we fought them last.

Hunk: Panic now?

Shiro: No, we’ve just got to figure out our plan of action, and figure it out quickly.

Lance: I say we pop through a wormhole and live to fight another day.

Hunk: I second that, yes. I mean, we tried to find all the lions, right? We gave it the ol’ college try. Couldn’t do it. We only have three. We can’t form Voltron. I mean, I guess we could form a snake. Or a worm! To go through that hole, Lance, that you were talking about.

Lance: Then, it’s settled. Allura, you ride with me. One of you take the old guy.

Pidge: We can’t just abandon Arus. The Galra will keep destroying planets and capturing prisoners until we stop them.

Hunk: Okay. If we run, then maybe Sendak will follow us and leave this planet alone, like when we left Earth. We form the snake-worm thingamagjig and we--[hisses] out of here.

Keith: Sendak could destroy the planet, then come after us anyway. Staying is our only option.

Lance: Here's an option: shut your quiznak.

Keith: I don’t think you’re using that word correctly.

Lance: What do you know, Mullet?

Keith: We’re staying.

Lance: Leaving!

Pidge: Staying!

Hunk: Snake!

Shiro: Guys, stop! Princess Allura, these are your lions. You’ve dealt with the Galra Empire before. You know what we’re facing better than any of us. What do you think is the best course of action?

Allura: I… I don’t know.

Coran: Perhaps your father can help.

Allura: My father?

[Transition to the computer room that hosts Alfor’s AI.]

Allura: Coran, what is this?

Coran: King Alfor knew that there was a chance he might never see you again. So his memories, his very being, were stored in this computer for you.

Allura: Father! Father, it is so good to see you.

Alfor: Allura, my only child, how I’ve missed your face.

Allura: I’m so frightened. A Galra ship is set to attack, and I don’t know what to do. Please, Father, I need your help.

Alfor: I would do anything to take this burden from you.

Allura: I don’t know if we should run to preserve what we have or stay and risk everything. I want to fight, but the paladins of old are gone. I know what you would do.

Alfor: I scattered the Lions of Voltron to keep them out of Zarkon’s hands. You urged me to keep them and fight, but, for the greater good of protecting the universe, I chose to hide them.

Allura: I think I understand.

Alfor: No, daughter, you were right. I made a terrible mistake, one that cost the universe countless lives. Forming Voltron is the only way to stop Zarkon. You must be willing to sacrifice everything to assemble the lions and correct my error.

[Scene change to Allura entering the bridge once more, looking determined in her flight suit.]

Allura: You five paladins were brought here for a reason. The Voltron Lions are meant to be piloted by you and you alone. We must fight, and keep fighting until we defeat Zarkon. It is our destiny. Voltron is the universe’s only hope. We are the universe’s only hope.

Shiro: We’re with you, Princess.

[Cut to the armory of the castle.]

Allura: Your suits of armor.

Lance: Cool!

Shiro: Outstanding.

Keith: Nice.

Pidge: Oh, neat!

Hunk: Hmm…

Coran: Princess, are you sure about this? They aren’t exactly the best and brightest the universe has to offer.

Allura: No, but they’re all we’ve got.

Shiro: Boys, it’s time to suit up!

Allura: The bayard is the traditional weapon of the Paladins of Voltron. It takes a distinct shape for each paladin.

Lance: Whoo! Aw, you got a cute little bayard.

Pidge: Yeah, it is pretty cute.

Allura: Shiro, I’m afraid your bayard was lost with its paladin.

Shiro: I guess I’ll just have to make do.

[Cut to the bridge.]

Allura: You’ll need to retrieve the Red Lion from Sendak’s ship.

Keith: That’s a pretty big ship. How are we gonna know where the Red Lion is?

Pidge: Well, it’s not a matter of “we.” It’s a matter of “you.”

Hunk: Pidge is right. Once we get you in, you’ll be able to feel its presence and, like, track it down.

Lance: Yeah. You know how you felt that crazy energy while we were in the desert?

Keith: Yeah. You made fun of me for that.

Lance: And I’m proud of that, but turns out it’s exactly like that mumbo-jumbo.

Allura: Keith, the Red Lion is extremely temperamental. You’ll have to earn its respect.

Shiro: Alright. Here’s our plan of attack. The Galra Empire knows about the Blue and Yellow Lion, but they don’t know we have the Green Lion, too.

[Cut to outer space.]

Shiro: Hunk, Lance, you’ll act as a decoy by pretending to give yourselves up.

Lance: Attention, Galra ship. Do not fire. We’re surrendering our lions. Hope this works.

Shiro: While Sendak is distracted, Keith, Pidge, and I will sneak onto the ship in the Green Lion. Keith and I will find the Red Lion while Pidge guards our exit. Hunk, Lance, find some way to take down that ion cannon.

Lance: Pidge, what’s your ETA?

Pidge: We’re in.

Sendak: Activate tractor beam.

Hunk: What’s that thing?

Lance: I think that’s our signal to get out of here!

Sendak: They lied to us. Launch fighters!

Lance: Hunk, you dismantle the ion cannon while I take these jerks on a space ride.

Hunk: Ten-four!

[Cut to inside the Galra ship.]

Shiro: I’ve been here before. After I was taken by the Galra cruiser off Kerberos, they brought us here.

Pidge: So, that means your other crewmembers, they might be held captive here. We… We’ve gotta rescue them.

Shiro: Pidge, we don’t have time. We have to get the Red Lion and get back to Arus.

Pidge: But we can’t just leave prisoners here!

Shiro: Look, no one understands that more than me, but in war, we have to make hard choices. Now, let’s get moving.

Pidge: No! Commander Holt is my father. He and my brother were the ones on the Kerberos mission with you.

Shiro: Commander Holt is your father?

Pidge: Yes. I’ve been searching everywhere for him and my brother and I’m not going to give up looking when I’m this close. I won’t!

Shiro: I’m coming with you.

Keith: What?

Shiro: I remember where the prisoners are held. Keith, you go find the Red Lion.

Keith: By myself?

Shiro: Minor change of plans. You’ll be fine. Just remember, patience yields focus, so--run!

Keith: Great. Now which way?

[Cut to Yellow Lion flying outside the Galra ship.]

Hunk: What the quiznak? What is that? A forcefield?

[Cut to the castle on Arus.]

Allura: Particle barrier up!

Coran: Is that what’s supposed to happen? Oh, the barrier crystals are out of alignment.

Allura: We have to fix it immediately. Without the particle barrier, we’ll be defenseless.

Coran: We’re both too big. What can we do?

Allura: The mice!

Coran: How do they know how to do this?

Allura: I can hear them talking to me. I think our minds are connected. It must be from sharing the sleep pod for ten thousand years. Thank you, friends. Coran, what are you doing?

Coran: I’m trying to get them to make me a sandwich.

[Cut to Keith on the Galra ship.]

Keith: You’ve gotta be kidding me! Patience yields focus. Gotcha.

[Cut to Pidge and Shiro on the Galra ship.]

Shiro: That thing saw us. We should get out of here.

Pidge: Wait, I think this might come in handy. Now I’ll just reset the controls… and it’s working for us! I’m gonna call you Rover. Follow me! Open up.

Shiro: Excellent, Pidge.

Pidge: Dad?

Shiro: Don’t be afraid. We’re here to help you escape.

Prisoner: It’s you… It’s you, the Champion. If anyone can get us out of here, he can.

Shiro: Wh… what did you call me?

Pidge: We don’t have much time. Let’s get to the escape pods.

Shiro: Let’s go. Come on!

[Cut to Lance in Blue Lion.]

Lance: Whoa-ho-ho! Yeah, buddy! This is way more fun without Hunk’s barfing!

[Cut to Keith in a hangar where Red is floating inside a shield.]

Keith: Bingo. Let’s get out of here. Open up. It’s me. Keith. Your buddy. It’s me! Keith, your--I am your paladin! I’m bonding with you! Hey! Come on! We’re connected! You’re not getting this lion! Good kitty. Let’s roll.

[Cut to Shiro and Pidge by an escape pod with the prisoners.]

Pidge: Hurry!

Drone: Halt!

Pidge, distorted: Shiro, what’s wrong?

Prisoner: Thank you, Shiro.

Shiro: Wait! How do you…?

Pidge: Shiro, that was amazing! Where did you learn to fight with that?

Shiro: No idea.

[Cut to Yellow Lion.]

Hunk: Come on, just break, you stupid thing! Score one for Hunk! You guys made it!

Pidge: Kitty Rose has left the stage!

Lance: Let’s get the heck out of here!

Hunk: I hope I stopped that cannon. I could barely make a dent in it.

Haxus: They stole the Red Lion!

Sendak: After them! Either we get those lions or we blow this whole planet to cosmic dust! Fire the ion cannon.

Haxus: Sir, the ion cannon has been damaged.

Sendak: Then send the drones to fix it!

[Cut to the Black Lion’s hangar in the Castle of Lions, then to the bridge.]

Allura: Oh…

Coran: Oh, quiznak!

Allura: Sendak is entering the Arusian atmosphere. We need Voltron now!

[Cut to the bridge of Sendak’s ship.]

Haxus: The ion cannon is back online!

Sendak: Fire!

[Cut to Hunk inside Yellow Lion.]

Hunk: Man, those Galra guys repair things fast.

Coran: The barrier gets weaker with every blast. Once that shield goes down, the castle will be defenseless.

Allura: I can give you cover with the castle defenses for a while, but you have to form Voltron now or we’ll all be destroyed!

Hunk: Jeez, no pressure.

Shiro: Listen up, Team Voltron! The only way to succeed is to give it all you’ve got! This looks bad, but we can do this! Are you with me?

Hunk: I’m nodding. Is everyone else nodding?

Keith, Lance, Pidge: Yes.

Shiro: Let’s do this!

Lance: Uh, how?

Keith: Good question. Does anyone have any ideas of how to form Voltron?

Hunk: I don’t see a “combine into giant robot” button anywhere on my dashboard.

Pidge: This is insane! Can’t they just ceasefire for one minute so we can figure this out? Is that too much to ask?

Keith: We’ve gotta do something!

Hunk: Combine!

Keith: Hey!

Hunk: Okay, that didn’t work.

Allura: Quickly, Paladins! Our energy levels are getting low!

Shiro: Maybe if we fly in formation, we’ll just combine. Take off on my cue. One, two, three, Voltron!

Keith: Here we go!

Lance: Come on, come on!

Shiro: Nothing’s happening.

Lance: Hey, wait, wait, wait. I feel something!

Hunk: I do, too. I feel it. It’s like we’re all being pulled in the same direction!

Shiro: Uh, guys, I think I know why. Look up.

Lance: What the cheese?

Pidge: Sendak’s ship is sucking us in like a black hole!

[Cut to Sendak on the bridge of his ship.]

Sendak: Send a report to Emperor Zarkon: “The day is ours.”

[Cut to the castle, then to Shiro in Black.]

Shiro: Oh, no!

Hunk: I don’t care what you say, Shiro. I’m panicking now!

Pidge: It can’t end here!

Lance: This is it!

Keith: It’s been an honor flying with you boys.

Hunk: Oh, no!

Shiro: No! We can do this. We have to believe in ourselves. We can’t give up. We are the universe’s only hope. Everyone is relying on us. We can’t fail! We won’t fail! If we work together, we’ll win together!

All: Yeah!

[Cut to Sendak on his bridge.]

Sendak: Voltron!

[Cut to Voltron outside the Galra ship.]

Keith: I can’t believe it!

Pidge: We formed Voltron!

Hunk: I’m a leg!

Lance: How are we doing this?

Shiro: I don’t know, but let’s get that cannon!

[Scene change to outside the Castle of Lions at sunset, after their victory.]

Allura: Good work, Paladins!

Lance: Thanks, pretty lady.

Shiro: We did it.

Keith: Heck yeah, we did.

Shiro: How did we do it?

Hunk: I was just, like, screaming the whole time. Maybe that did it.

Shiro: We’re not gonna stop searching until we find your brother and father. Wherever they are, I know they’d be proud of you.

Allura: We won the battle, but the war has only just begun. I’m afraid Zarkon will not stop until he gets these lions.

Coran: Good thing you paladins know what you’re doing, because you’re going to have to form Voltron again and again.

Hunk: Totally. Wait, what?

Lance: We barely survived forming Voltron this one time.

Coran: And you only had to fight one ship. Wait until you have to fight a whole fleet of them! It’s not going to be easy being the Defenders of the Universe.

Shiro: Defenders of the Universe, huh? That’s got a nice ring to it.

End.

#vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #transcript #shiro #allura #hunk #pidge #lance #keith #coran #sendak #haxus #sam holt #matt holt #alfor #zarkon #commander iverson

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chilling-seavey · 4 years ago

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Blurb on “The boy who broke his best friend's heart was back” - Prologue, ABM ~T

Our sweet best friend era Florence and Daniel coming back strong x Plus who could be opposed to newborn Clementine??

Florence still lived at the Clifford’s for a few weeks after Clementine was born until she was able to find an apartment with Matt. This honestly just left Matt to still live on his campus and be out partying 24/7. Florence figured it was his last days of freedom before they were going to settle down and become serious, but as you from the beginning of ABM, his partying never really slowed down. Daniel could kind of sense that was what was going to happen from all the stories Florence had told him about Matt back in high school. Daniel always had this pre-conceived idea about Matt and who he was as a person before even meeting him…but meeting him only solidified those thoughts.

It was apparent that from the very day Daniel met Florence that he would do anything for her, especially protecting her from heartache since being dumped by Matt back in high school broke her. Still, Daniel was more than happy to sweep up the pieces of her heart and honestly be the reason she even trusted males again in general.

When Daniel showed up to the hospital when Clementine was born, he felt a whole bunch of incredibly strong emotions; joy, sadness, relief, love. But when Matt came into the room and Florence said that they got back together, Daniel felt like the one whose heart just got smashed. He had never told Florence but after he left to head back to his dorms, he got himself into the shower and cried hard. After everything he had said to her to help her get over him, rehashing how much Matt had hurt her to keep her pushing forward, Daniel felt like it was all for nothing.

He didn’t give up on her though, hell no. She had just had a baby with a guy who was basically scum of the earth and Daniel would be dammed if he left her to fend for herself.

So the very next day, Daniel woke up early and got dressed and stopped by the florist on his way back to the hospital. The nurse at the desk gestured him into the same room as yesterday and he thanked her with a nod before knocking lightly at the door.

Florence looked up from where she was sat on her bed with the baby in her arms and sent him a surprised grin, “Hey, Dani!”

“Good morning, you two.” Daniel smiled, inching his way into the room and held out the small bouquet of pink roses to her. “Little something I saw on the way here.”

“You’re too sweet.” Florence smiled, pulling him down to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Where’s Matt?” Daniel asked as politely as he could muster.

“Sleeping probably. He was really hungover yesterday so he’s sleeping it off still I think.” Florence mumbled, looking back down to the baby in her arms and adjusted the little hat on her head.

“Did you sleep okay?” Daniel asked.

“Not really. It was lonely.” Florence sighed, running her finger over her daughter’s full cheek before cooing down at her, “But darling Clementine and I kept each other company. Didn’t we, sweet girl?”

“I would have stayed with you.” Daniel said.

“I know you would have. But we’re not your responsibility.”

Daniel kept his snide remarks to himself, glancing back to the door as if expecting him to come barging in again. But no one came.

When the nurse came by to do a check up to see how Florence was doing, Daniel got to hold the baby for a second time and his hesitant expression turned nearly gleeful in a millisecond. He stood by the window across the room overlooking the city with the day old newborn in his arms and he rocked her lightly as he hummed a little tune and simply stared at her. Clementine stared right back through heavy eyelids, blinking slowly in the bright light around them.

“Do you remember my voice?” Daniel cooed softly down at her, hesitant to move too much in fear of dropping her but he carefully slid his left hand up from her back and pressed his finger against her tiny palm. “Remember when I would sing to you? And talk to you? And when you promised to wait until I was back from home on the 3rd?”

Clementine wrapped her fingers around his one and Daniel beamed at her.

“Okay, I forgive you.” Daniel leaned down to kiss her teeny tiny hand. “You’re so heckin’ cute. Cuter than I pictured even!”

“Looks like everything is progressing well! You’re definitely able to leave today if you’re feeling up to it.” The nurse said, interrupting Daniel’s own little world he was in and he glanced over as the nurse was washing her hands and throwing away her gloves.

Florence smiled from the hospital bed, “I would like that very much.”

“So we’ll book you to check out by late afternoon then, does that work?”

“Yes, thank you.” Florence said as the nurse left the room.

“You can go home already?” Daniel gaped, turning around to the room with the baby still rocking lightly in his arms and clinging onto his index finger.

“Apparently.” Florence smiled at the sight of him, her face falling into a pout, “Oh my goodness is she holding your hand?”

“Yeah!” Daniel grinned and walked over to sit beside her. “She’s my new best friend, I think.”

“Can I steal your new best friend from you and ask you to help me pack?” Florence asked.

“Of course.”

Daniel swallowed back his question as to Matt’s whereabouts and followed her instruction to put her bag back together and by the door and then they called Michael together to keep him up to date with pick up times. Daniel didn’t bring up the ‘read’ text messages sent to Matt that he saw on her screen.

Matt didn’t show up all day; not to help her pack or load the car or get settled back at the Cliffords. Daniel, on the other hand, didn’t leave her side and he kept Florence company all day, carried the baby to the car in her carrier, and got Florence back into bed at home. Michael and Luke had already put fresh sheets on for her and they started her laundry of her things from the hospital, and Daniel heard them whispering on his trip to fetch Florence a glass of water about how upset they were that Matt was back. Daniel didn’t blame them. But it still didn’t feel like he was back...where was he?

When Daniel got back with a glass of water, Florence was feeding the baby and talking on the phone at the same time so he paused just around the corner to give her privacy.

“I’m just saying, you could have shown up.” Florence said.

There was a pause.

“Yeah, I know you weren’t feeling well but I just-“ “Matt.” “I know. I’m not saying-“ “...” “Fine.” “Yeah.”

Daniel turned into the room and she glanced up at him before looking away again almost shamefully.

“Fine.” she mumbled into the phone. “Message me later. Love you? Bye.”

Daniel physically clenched his jaw through the pain that the word ‘love’ shot through his heart but he stayed quiet and set the glass of water on the bedside table.

“Thank you, Dani.” Florence whispered, adjusting the baby in her arms.

Daniel kept his gaze anywhere else but at her as she nursed, busying himself with one of the toys from the crib, “Was that Matt?”

“Yeah.” Florence sighed.

“Is he coming over?”

“Not today, no.”

“Why not?”

“Dunno. He’s busy I guess.”

“Too busy to be with his...new daughter?” Daniel couldn’t get himself to say ‘girlfriend’.

“I don’t want to fight with you, Dani.” Florence mumbled.

“It’s not fighting.” Daniel said, petting the stuffed giraffe’s mane repeatedly out of nervousness from the conversation at hand. “You should know you deserve better.”

“It’s only been one day.”

“Yeah, and it’s only been eight months of you crying over this guy and how he broke your freaking heart.” Daniel grumbled.

“Daniel, please.” Florence sighed. “I’m tired. I don’t want to talk about this.”

Daniel looked over at her just as the newborn finished nursing and he whipped his head back to the opposite wall, his cheeks flashing red, and he cleared his throat nervously, setting the toy back in the crib. “I don’t like seeing you being treated badly.”

“That’s why I have you, right?” Florence said softly.

“Of course.” Daniel sighed.

“It was my fault for getting with him in the first place...now I gotta deal with the consequences.” Florence shrugged.

“No you don’t. You deserve better.” Daniel kept his eyes down.

“I’m decent now, you shy boy.” Florence broke their tension with a little joke and he turned to face her again as her shirt was back in place and she patted the baby’s back gently. “Wanna burp her?”

Daniel couldn’t hold back his smile and he nodded, rushing over to her bedside and tossed a burp cloth over his shoulder like it was second nature. Florence then carefully passed over the newborn and Daniel got her rested against his chest with her cheek squished against his shoulder, her tiny arms draped around his neck.

“Oh my goodness.” Daniel cooed, patting her back with his palm, gently but still firm, exactly how they were taught in those classes he had accompanied Florence to. “Sweet little angel.” Daniel pressed a soft kiss to the baby’s head before starting to pace the room as he burped her.

He sang her song softly until she fell asleep on his shoulder; fed, burped, and ready for bed. Florence patted the bed in front of her and Daniel carefully leaned down to lay the baby on the comforter. He watched carefully as Florence unbuttoned the onesie and changed the baby as if making mental notes, gladly bringing her things as she needed them and putting them back away when she was done, all while Clementine slept soundly.

“She’s so good.” Daniel whispered, brushing his hand carefully over the baby’s thin hair as Florence buttoned her into her fresh onesie, the one the boys bought her as a gift, white with a single clementine fruit on the chest.

Florence leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to her daughter’s nose before sitting back and running her hand over the baby’s tummy. She looked up at Daniel who was still stood beside the bed, “Wanna put her down?”

“Can I?” he beamed.

With a nod from Florence, he carefully wiggled his hands under the sleeping baby and brought her up close to his chest. She stirred a little, whining in his arms as he adjusted her and shushed her softly, patting her back a little as he carried her over to the crib and then laid her down.

“Do you have plans for tonight?” Florence asked suddenly, tearing Daniel’s attention away from the sleeping baby.

“No. Why?”

“Can you stay over with me?”

Her voice was soft and quiet and almost hesitant, as if suggesting he sleep over was a foriegn concept to either of them.

But Daniel smiled and nodded in agreement, “Still have my drawer of spare clothes?”

“Of course.” Florence grinned.

So Daniel got into pyjamas and they got ready for an early bed together after a long day. It wasn’t their most peaceful sleepovers as the baby woke up to be fed every so often, but Daniel wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else.

#unedited as heck #daniel seavey #daniel seavey imagines #anything but mine

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.20

Lance wasn’t in the mood for Keith when he walked out of the conference room. Guilt gnawed at every part of his being that wasn’t currently dying of embarrassment. He’d turned into a bat again. He’d turned into a bat and cling to Keith. He could remember the way the man held him to his chest, the sound of Keith’s heart beating strong and fast beneath his warm skin. Fighting with Luis again had shaken him. Keith had... Keith had been like an anchor, Lance feeling drawn to the familiarity of his scent, his presence normally left Lance in some kind of internal chaos. Keith seemed to think they were some kind of rivals, demanding to fight him every day no matter the hour. Maybe they were rivals? They were on the wrong sides... Why did have to be Keith?! Big, dumb, emo, Keith. Who was now caught up in his business...

A breeder. What... how... how did that even happen? He’d never heard the term before and now Coran was telling him he could make babies. A real baby... and have a real family... a family he couldn’t have because he was a vampire... and even more of a freak than he’d ever thought possible. Coran had assured him that he wasn’t, that they’d get through this, that... that they were gone. No one else was listed in line Garrison is as something listed other than human... now he had a hunter to deal with... and Matt... The Matt he’d never met. Shiro was bringing him home. Shiro was convinced Lance would help him. Lance couldn’t even help himself. His presence as a danger to his friends, to his town. Coran was too lenient with his life. Nothing could be done about that until he’d changed internally... But he’d always have the memories of becoming something more twisted and weird.

“Are... are you okay?”

Keith had waited for him. Leaning against the wall, he had his arms crossed, expression and face echoing Lance’s

“What do you think?!”

Snapping, Lance immediately felt bad. Taking a deep breath, he released it slowly

“Sorry. Sorry. You never asked for any of this. You never asked for this burden at all. I’m sorry you had to take care of me. Thank you”

Keith seemed as if he had something to say, instead he looked away at a spot on the floor

“It’s kind of my fault”

“Dude, don’t go there. I don’t regret saving your life, but it’s still a little too raw to talk about”

“You’re changing, because of me”

“Thanks for the reminder. Blame won’t change things”

“You’re not okay. How are you so calm?”

Lance wasn’t calm. He was a hairs breath away from freaking the fuck out very publicly. He didn’t want to drink more blood. He didn’t want to be further away from being human. He didn’t want this weird body of his. He couldn’t go back in time, and as much as he wanted to rage at Keith, Keith had helped him when he wasn’t able to help himself

“We can’t go back in time. If we could, I would have stopped you from injecting yourself to begin with. You wouldn’t have had to worry about being turned, and you’d be with Shiro now. I understand if you don’t want to come back to Garrison. I’m sure I’ll be able to handle myself...”

“Idiot”

“Excuse me”

“Coran said we have to stay together. We can’t let you fall into the hands of other vampires. It’s my job to keep you safe. I have official orders now”

He was a job. Simply a job. The dynamic between he and Keith had changed again. Now they were allowed to train either. And he was supposed to start having urges. Going through puberty once was bad enough. He was 44. He didn’t need random boners at inappropriate times all over again

“You’re the idiot who thought he was still a vampire”

“You’re the idiot who turned into a bat”

Touché. He’d been so upset, desperate not to break in front of Luis

“For how long?”

“What?”

“How long was I a bat?”

“Three days”

Keith had been forced to baby him for three days. An embarrassed groan escaped his lips, before his heart gave a flip. His Mami was still in hospital. He’d abandoned her for three full days. She must be in so much pain and so confused... and then there was Blue. His precious princess didn’t love being alone unless it was on her terms. He’d totally skipped out on Pidge and Hunk. Though hopefully Hunk was too busy with his new girlfriend to notice. He’d called Lance after his date, talking about how perfect Shay was for near on two hours. Lance had been so happy for him. He’d tried to pay for everything, only for Shay to shoot him down. She had her own money to spend on the things she wanted, and she’d wanted to pay her share of the date now that it was finally happen. They’d had their first kiss on her doorstep, Hunk so sweet as he described the way his heart raced, and how he was so scared that he’d kiss her wrong. Shay was now in their group chat, she and Pidge got on so well that they might as well have been sisters. Hunk didn’t stand a chance when they teamed up together, Shay was exactly the type to bring him out of his shell, and him with her. That kind of thing he resigned himself to never having. He’d been pretty popular when he was younger... and in college... and not now in his 40��s mentally. He’d been known as quite the playboy but he liked to think of those days as well and truly being over. Starting something new, letting someone in, he didn’t know how to do that anymore.

“I’m sorry. Let’s... let’s get some flowers and see Mami, then head home. Garrison is pretty safe, so you don’t have to worry about the hard stuff like shopping”

Keith wrinkled his brow

“That’s what you’re thinking about right now? Shopping?”

“You need human food. I mean, I eat because I like too, but you need to eat properly. I’m sorry Coran put you in this position. I’m sure once Shiro returned you‘ll be able to return to your normal life...”

“Lance...”

“I bet you’re itching to. I mean, you’re pretty much stuck in the country, out the way of everything...”

“Lance...”

“And I know it’s not fun for you...”

“Lance! God, listen to me. I don’t know what to do or what to think. You’re right, currently we’re stuck together, but right now all you want to do is see you mother. We... we’ll work something out when we’re back home, okay?”

Home. His home felt so distant from Platt that it might have well have been on another world. Three days felt like 3 years and then some on top of that. Keith couldn’t be taking any of this well. He needed to shut up and keep his head down. Get his affairs in order... then figure out his next step. Now Keith was calling his house home and Lance felt kind of hopeful that it’d keep being his home. Not Keith’s... he’d be leaving, but Matt was coming now... Something must have happened with his girlfriend... or Lance was about to be sharing his house with two dumb hunters and a pair of love wolfs.

“Yeah. Yeah. Just... I’m still sorry about all of this”

Lance expected some kind of bite, instead Keith sighed at him

“I’m to blame too. I used the wrong needle that night. The needle I used was meant for you”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better”

Mercury would forever be a no go, humans were so much smarter now they knew the risks of its use. Still, it would have been better to take the injection, at least then it wouldn’t have been tainted by Keith’s gross blood. The idea of feeding from Keith was definitely not appealing. At all. Not in the slightest. Nope. He didn’t want to sink his fangs into that flesh... no matter what his body might say...

“I wasn’t saying it to make you feel better. It’s the truth. Now let’s get out of this place. I don’t like it here”

Lance doubted there was anywhere Keith liked to be. Personally, if he hadn’t had other commitments, kicking Keith out and just staying inside for the rest of his life would have been his go to plan.

Lance insisted on driving. Keith losing at rock, paper, scissors, and being forced to keep his mouth shut in as he sat in the front passenger seat. They’d driven to three different florists before Lance was finally happy, a large bouquet of weird white and red roses sat in his lap, making Keith’s nose itch. Lance was trying too hard. Too hard for a man who’d been told he was some kind of vampire baby maker. It was enough to make Keith wish he still drank like a moron. Being drunk would make the whole thing make sense, then it’d all disappear into a drunken blur. Lance’s stupid humming was fooling no one, not even himself.

Arriving at the hospital, Keith was left to play catch up as Lance strode on ahead. The overcast day probably provided him with protection, seeing he was really very underdressed when compared to normal. Following along, Lance charmed his way back to his Mami’s room, where his Mami was sleeping peacefully. It was there the vampires steps grew hesitant. A stranger sat beside Miriam, her hand in his, the man’s eyes spoke volumes as the nurse left them to find a vase for the flowers Lance had brought

“What are you doing back here?”

“She’s my Mami too, Luis”

Luis. The older brother. Followed by Veronica, Marco, then finally Rachel. Keith had read Lance’s file, then promptly pushed them to the back of his mind. Lance was the only non-human in his family, meaning the rest didn’t matter. If Keith remembered correctly there was 12 years between Luis and Lance. A big gap for a human, even bigger when your brother barely looked old enough to be classed as an adult.

“And? What? Did you call the hospital to check if she wasn’t dead? Show up because she wasn’t? Walking in here thinking all was forgiven? You left her when she needed support”

This dude was seriously a dick

“I was busy...”

“Busy stalking your next victim? Figuring out who’s life to ruin next?”

“I couldn’t come back any sooner... things happened...”

“How convenient for you”

Luis wasn’t just a dick. He was a whole douche canoe... Fuck, now he was picking up on Lance’s vocabulary

“It wasn’t like that. I would have been here if I could have been, and I didn’t come to fight. I came to see Mami”

“You shouldn’t be here. You should be gone”

Lance’s eyes widened, a bitter laugh that rubbed Keith the wrong way fell from his lips

“Wow. You really did it. Thanks a lot, Luis”

“Did what?”

“Reported me. God. I don’t know how I didn’t see that coming. You’re supposed to be my brother”

Keith clenched his fists, a sick feeling in his stomach. Luis had tried to look surprised, but guilt was all across his face. Who the fuck sold out their own brother?

“My brother died when you took over his body”

That was totally uncalled for. Lance had been turned by two particularly nasty vampires from the sound of things

“I’m still me. You would know that if you weren’t too busy being scared. Never once have I hurt any of you, never once did I ask for this, and you know it. I know we drifted apart, but I never wanted things to be like this. I never wanted any of you to have anything other than the normal life that I couldn’t have. So screw you. For Mami’s sake, I’m not going to say something I’m going to regret, but thanks to you my whole life is a mess”

“Don’t play the victim. You suck the life out of everyone you ever met”

Keith moved before he knew what he was doing. Placing himself between the fighting siblings

“That’s enough. Lance has been ill. But not once did he not want to be here with Miriam. How can you turn your back on your brother when he’s suffered through so much?”

“And who the fuck are you?”

“The hunter you called in. I’ve seen some pretty messed up things and I can say that Lance is so stupidly human that it’s honestly tiring. My job was to eliminate him, but even knowing that, he still stepped up and put his own life in danger. I know if my brother was turned, I wouldn’t be treating him the way you do. And what about your mother? How old is she now? How long has she had to live with your hatred? If... if my mother was here, I would be ashamed to show my face acting like this”

Not that Keith knew much about his mother... He did however enjoy the colours that Luis’s face went. The draining of the colour, then the slow creeping in of red until he looked as if stream was ready to start pouring out his ears

“You...”

Lance reaches out, fingers wrapping around Keith’s wrist

“Keith, that’s enough. He’s scared. You get used to it”

How could Lance be defending Luis? Shiro had done some crazy stupid things including going missing for what felt like a year, but he was still his brother. He’d always be his brother...

“That shouldn’t matter! He’s your brother!”

“And I ruined the lives of my family that day I turned. Everything changed for them. I’m leaving flowers for Mami, she already knows where I’ve been and what’s happened. I don’t have to explain to you, because all it would do was make you hate me more. I love her. She’s my Mami and I love her. I’m going to stay with her until the end. I don’t ever want her to see us fight like this. Don’t forget that, Luis. Her life is more valuable to me than my own, even to a monster like me. The nurse is bringing a vase for these flowers. Please don’t throw them out”

Keith was forced to loosen his grip on Lance’s arm, Lance walking over to place the roses on his mother’s side table, before leaning down and kissing her forehead. Luis looked ready to grab the hand sanitizer from the end of the bed and wipe Miriam’s forehead the moment Lance was done

“Te amor, Mami”

Reluctant to leave his Mami, Lance slumped for a moment before straightening himself up and walking right past Keith, Keith having to jog a few steps to catch up with him

“I know what you’re going to say, but not now. Death is in this place. It’s best we leave”

“Mami?”

“Not her. She’s still very much alive. But we shouldn’t distress someone who’s about to lose someone they love by arguing here. You should probably drive home”

Keith wasn’t good at feeling helpless, not that he did. He was annoyed. Lance’s stupid brother had caused this mess and Lance had rolled over. Not that they could fight in front of Miriam, but how did... Keith could never turn his back on Shiro. Shiro wouldn’t turn his back on him, no matter how far he pushed him.

#once bitten twice stupid #whoop there it is #klance #mpreg #voltron #vld au #ashratherose

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twistedcharismaaa · 5 years ago

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The Red Door Pt. 5

Summary: You and Erik have a lot of shared history together but because of recent events you’re scared that you’re going to lose your best friend. Maybe he’s still there … behind that red door?

Author’s Note: Beautiful, Beautiful people! I’m back again with another chapter! You guys made me smile and laugh so hard at the last one! I appreciate all the love and feedback! I love you guys. In this chapter, I did incorporate some French and I did make up a “song”. Please don’t judge the song. I know it might sound crazy. Please always leave a comment cause I seriously live for them! I hope you guys enjoy. Also, Please check out my mood boards below as well. All credit goes to @ghostfacekill-monger she did an excellent job creating those!

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It’s been three days since your last encounter with Erik. You decided that you needed a break from him. You never thought that you would actually need space from him. But this was a matter of what you needed versus what you wanted. You wanted answers. Concrete, detailed, descriptive answers. You and Erik were kindly escorted out of Rico’s Lounge after the scene that you made. You decided that night that you finally had enough. You were done fixating on someone that didn’t give you a second thought. You were slowly, painfully accepting that the person that you knew and loved was gone. You thought maybe this separation was a necessary pain. That night Erik rambled so much about an evilness that he couldn’t escape. He couldn’t piece his words together well enough for you to completely understand. You decided not to question him further. That night you hopped into your matte black jeep tired, frustrated, and literally drained. Erik watched you drive away and nothing more was said. The last couple of days you’ve been practicing the same routine. Work, eat, sleep, and repeat. Today you had the day off and you were beyond thankful. You tidied up your apartment and waited for your mother’s arrival. She wanted to visit and show you the new wigs that she ordered online. You grabbed some salt and vinegar chips out of your cabinet and poured them into your favorite light and blue serving bowl.

Before you could finish displaying snacks and treats for your mother, you heard her knocking on the door. You opened the door with a warm smile on your face.

“Hey, mama.” you chuckled. You watched your mom sassily enter your apartment with 3 unopened packages.

“Hey, baby. You looking pretty. You just washed your hair?” she replied while sitting down her boxes in front of the couch.

“Yea, I did a deep condition and I just got finished twisting it up. Ma, I got some chips over here. There’s some lemonade in the fridge too.” you answered.

“Chips and lemonade? Where’s the real food? Uh uh, now when you come to the house I feed you. But when I come over, it’s chips and juice.” she fussed.

You threw your head back and fell into a deep rich hearty laughter. Your mom was a trip and you loved her for it. She was so extra and dramatic in the best ways. You grabbed the bowl of chips and walked towards her.

“Ma, how about I order some pizza? I’ve been too busy to cook this week. I was swamped at work.” you explained.

“Mhm,” she replied while taking the chips and sitting down the couch.

You ordered a meaty pizza with an excessive amount of toppings. Just the thought of the pizza made your mouth water and your stomach growl. You were honestly positively surprised that you had an appetite. The last couple of months you’ve been forcing yourself to eat.

“Ok, done. It should be here in about 45 minutes,” you said while dancing in your seat. You turned on Beyonce’s Bday album and watched your mom try on her different wigs. She was going on vacation next week to the Bahamas with her friends. The Old Lady Gang ... But Better at least that’s what your mom called the group.

“Marley look! Ain’t this how Beyonce do it?” she exclaimed. You watched her try to mimic Beyonce’s choreography to Get Me Bodied. You tried to hold in your laughter but you couldn’t help but let out a giggle here and there. You ran and grabbed your phone and started recording her.

“Ma, do it one more time! Ma, you gotta follow her instructions!” you more than sure that you let out the ugliest laugh possible.

“This song too long. I’m tired now!” she replied while plopping onto the couch. You turned down the music and brought her a chilled cup of raspberry lemonade. You sat down on the floor in front of her and asked her if she wanted to see the video of herself. She declined and continued to sip her lemonade.

“Ma, I saw Erik. He did answer,” you said without making eye contact with her.

“How is he?” she asked calmly.

“Worst than what I thought. Um-” You tried to finish your sentence but the lump in your throat was so hard and so heavy you had no choice but to painfully swallow. You felt the nervousness creep up your spine like a thousand tiny spiders. Even though your mother was right there, you felt her becoming more and more distant. You didn’t realize that her loving arms were around trying to console you. You didn’t realize that you let out a deafening scream that was more fierce than lightening itself. You didn’t realize that it had been over 30 minutes and now you were asleep in her arms.

“Oh Marley, I’m right here. I’m right here baby.” your mom said as she rocked you to sleep.

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It was now later in the evening and you found yourself in bed. You sat up slowly and looked around your bedroom.

“Ma, you still here?” you called out.

“She close by.” you heard a deep voice respond.

You jumped out of bed and ran towards the doorway to turn on the light.

“Erik? How the fuck did you get in my apartment?!” you yelled.

“Your moms found me and brought me here,” he responded. You watched Erik come out of the shadows of your bedroom and walk towards you. He had on an all-black durag, a hoodie that matched his caramel brown skin, and jeans that were cut at the knee. His shoes were multi-colored but still tastefully complimented his apparel.

“Brought you here? How?” you crossed your arms and looked him up and down insultingly.

“She caught me on the way here. She had a baseball bat in one hand and she told me that she had a knife tucked in her um bra. She said she was gonna pull up on me if I didn’t start treating you right.” he said awkwardly while rubbing the back of his head. “I deserve it though ... nonetheless.”

You covered your mouth to hide your subtle smile.

Erik licked his lips. “I do owe you a proper apology. I’m sorry for disappearing on you like this. Stressing you- all that. I’m sorry for being an ass to you at Rico’s Lounge. I know everything you feel is ‘cause of me. Before you cut me off, I got the answers that you are looking for. I’m going to give you the full truth and what you do with that truth is on you. But lemme say this, the reason why I did everything is to protect you. I was mean on purpose, I was distant on purpose everything about me right now isn’t natural. It’s strategically executed.”

You sat down on your bed. You questioned yourself if you were ready for the answers that Erik was going to give. This is what you’ve been waiting for months and now here they are.

“When I was little, my mom used to sing to me about a place. It was called The Valley.”

Erik’s leg started to bounce nervously.

“Walk lightly and walk swiftly.

Don’t smell the roses don’t look upon the trees.

Don’t drink the water and don’t rest your head upon the grass.

Your eyes deceive you, sweet child.

The rose petals have fallen a long time ago.

Thorns are only left.

And snakes dangle from the trees.

The water takes life.

And will you become lost in this tall grass.

You will become lost in this valley.”

He continued. “She would sing it to me in French so I never knew what it meant. I do remember getting creeped out every time she would sing it to me though. I found out too late though that she was trying to save my life. Remember the devil I was talking about?”

“Yes,” you said softly.

“Marie Laveau is who I met that night. Her last name translates to the valley in French. And she is my devil.” he replied.

Part 4 Part 6

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darkjanet2 · 4 years ago

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Drusilla's Soul Chapter 7 Part One

Odaiba, Japan

A three years old Matt was at the St. Luke’s International Hospital in the playroom, he was playing with the other kids. And his father was at the waiting room anxiously but remained calm. His wife was having a second child and Matt was going to be a big brother. He was having a son.

A few minutes later, the doctor announced to Mr. Ishida it was good news. His son was born. He guided his way to the hospital room. Nancy was sitting in the hospital bed and holding her newborn son. The baby boy was sleeping peacefully, wiggling a bit. Mr. Ishida walked up to his wife to get a closer look at his youngest son. “He was so handsome.” said Mr. Ishida.

“He is.” smiled Nancy,”His name Takeru.”

“It’s a wonderful name.” He said to his wife. “It fits him perfectly.”

Nancy smiled, “Will you get Matt? He’s going to see his brother.”

Malcolm nodded, left the room to get his eldest son to see his baby brother. He called Matt to come to his baby brother. Matt entered the room to see his mom holding Takeru.

“Hi, Matt. Do you want to see your brother?” she asked.

“Yeah.” said Matt, nodded his head with a small smile on his face.

Nancy removed a blue blanket from his face, revealing a handsome little boy in her arms.

“He’s so tiny.” whispered Matt. It was his first time seeing his baby brother.

"Well, yeah, he was just born." Nancy replied to Matt.

Matt's baby brother started to move for a second just to find a comfortable spot. The baby opened his cobalt blue eyes and saw his older brother. He started to giggle and reached out to him.

Nancy surprised, “Look! He likes you. I think he wants you to hold him.”

“I have to?” asked Matt.

“Yeah, you can hold him for a while. After all you two will need to bond with each other. Since you two are brothers." Nancy carefully handed the baby to Matt.

"Hi. I’m Matt. Your big brother.” said Matt.

His new baby brother started to giggle and gave him a hug. Matt was surprised to see that his brother hugged him.

When Nancy saw this she started to squeal in excitement to see her two sons hugging each other.

“Aww, so cute, isn’t it, Malcom?” she asked her husband.

Malcom smiled and grabbed his camera and took a picture of them then he heard his beeper. He grabbed it and saw the network calling trying to get him to come in. But he texted them he would return to work for the next day.

“What’s his name, Mom” he asked his mother.

“His name is Takeru.” smiled Nancy.

“Tak-ru?” Matt mispronounced his name.

“Well, if you want to call him for short, what are you going to name him?” asked Malcom.

“Hmmmm… how about… T.K?” Matt guessed his nickname.

“T.K.?” asked Malcom.

“Yeah. Can we call him T.K.?” asked Matt.

Malcom looked at his wife. “ What do you think, honey?”

Nancy smiled, “ I think it suits him well. Alright, let’s call him T.K.”

And the nurse came into the room to see the family together. She told them that the doctor will be coming in.

"Mom, can I go get a snack?" Matt asked.

“Well, okay, I think your father will get you some snacks. Just give your brother back to me." Nancy responded with a small smile.

Matt handed his baby brother to his mother. Malcom took Matt’s hand and went to the hallway to get him a snack.

THE NEXT DAY

Matt was playing with his baby brother and the baby T.K. was laughing. In the kitchen, Nancy was making infant formula. She poured two scoops of formula and poured water into the bottle. She closed the lid and shook it well until the powder dissolved.

“Matt, it’s T.K.’s feeding time.” called Nancy came out of the kitchen.

“Okay.” said Matt.

Matt sat down on the couch and waited for his mom.

Nancy fed a baby TK with a bottle until it was all gone and gave him a burp.

Matt rocked the baby to sleep. Baby TK slept peacefully.

Matt's mom said, " You did so good rocking the baby to sleep. He loves you, Matt.”

“Thank you.” said Matt, shyly.

“Come on, TK is taking a nap.” said Nancy, guiding Matt out of his room.

8 MONTH LATER

Nancy taught TK for his first word.

“Come on, TK. Say “Mama.” Mmmm-mama.” She talked to her infant son to learn his first word.

Baby TK started babbling. Nancy sighed, “Okay, let’s try again. Mmmm- ma-ma. Say ‘Mama’”

“Baba” he babbled.

“Do it with the M sound. Mmmmm… maa… maa. Mama!” she said.

TK was trying with the M sound to create the 'm sound' /m/, the lips were pressed together, causing the air to be blocked from leaving the mouth. The soft palate drops, allowing air to pass out through the nose. The sound is voiced, so the vocal cords vibrate while producing it. Now he almost got it.

“Mmmm…. mmmmm…” he attempted to do the M sound to say Mama.

“Yes, yes. Almost there.” surprised Nancy, she was so thrilled by his first word.

“Mmmmm… Matt.” said TK.

“Matt? Oh, my God, he said Matt! Now what about ‘Mama’? Can you say ‘Mama?” she asked.

“Matt.”

“No, say ‘Mama’”

“Matt.”

“Yes, TK. Matt is your brother. Just say ‘Mama’”

“Matt.”

“No, ‘Mama’”

“Matt. Matt. Matt. Matt.”

Nancy face-palmed and sighed.

“What’s going on?” asked Malcom, walked to the kitchen.

“Oh, Malcolm. I was going to teach TK a first word. I thought he was going to say ‘Mama’, but instead he said his brother’s name ‘Matt’” said Nancy.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yes, really! He just said his name and he never said ‘Mama.’” said Nancy, crossed her arms over her chest.

“Well, let me try.” Malcolm tried to teach TK a first word. “Alright, TK. Say ‘Daddy’”

“Matt.”

“No, son, say ‘Daddy.’”

“Matt.”

“ See what I mean? He never calls you ‘Daddy.’” said Nancy.

Matt came home from school.

“Mom, Dad, I’m home.” said Matt came to the kitchen.

“Oh, hey, Matt. How’s school?” Nancy asked.

“It was well. What are you guys doing?” he asked them.

“We’re teaching TK a first word. Of course, he just said your name.” said Nancy.

“Really? He said my name?” Matt’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Uh, yeah. He tried to say Mommy and Daddy but instead he said ‘Matt.’” said Malcolm.

Matt’s jaw dropped a little. He couldn’t believe it was his first word to say his name. He walked towards his baby brother.

“TK, can you say my name? Say Matt.”

“Matt.”

“Look, he said my name!” exclaimed Matt.

“That’s great.” said Nancy, smiling.

“But why didn’t he say Mommy and Daddy?” he asked his parents.

“Oh, we don’t know, honey. He just said ‘Matt’, that’s all. I guess your brother loves you.” said Nancy.

“I wuv you, Matt.” said TK.

Matt, Nancy, and Malcolm were surprised by what TK said.

“You… You love me?” Matt asked.

“Yes.” said TK.

“Mom! Dad! He loves me!” he exclaimed.

“Oh, my god! How is that possible?” Nancy gasped.

“No idea.” said Malcolm.

“TK, do you love Mommy?” Matt asked his brother.

TK shook his head as a no.

“What?!” Nancy exclaimed.

Malcolm snickered.

“ Do you love Daddy, TK?” he asked his brother.

TK shook his head as a no again.

Malcolm made a WTF face.

“Do you really love me?” he asked.

“Yes.” said TK.

“He only loves Matt, not us!” exclaimed Malcolm, threw his hands up in anger.

“This is strange.” said Nancy.

4 months later of TK’s first step

“Okay, TK, now come walk to Mommy.” said Nancy.

T.K. stood up shakily and attempted to walk to his mother until he fell on the floor.

“It’s okay, baby. You have to practice.” said Nancy.

TK was starting to walk on the left foot and trying to be careful not to fall and he was closer to his mother.

“Yes, you got it, TK. You’re almost there.” said Nancy, she was so excited as he came closer to her. But TK tripped.

“Are you okay?” said Nancy.

Nancy helped him up and tried to stand up to him and TK worried about falling.

“You don’t have to worry about falling. It only takes practice.” said Nancy.

Matt opened the door when he came home from school.

“Mom, I’m home.” Matt called.

“Hey, sweetie. You’re doing good at school?” she asked.

“Yeah.” smiled Matt.

“That’s good,” Nancy said. “TK’s going to have his first step. It takes time to practice.”

“Did he walk to you?” asked Matt.

“TK is about to take his first step. Matt, get the camera!" Nancy shouted in excitement.

Matt started to run to the room and grabbed his father's camera and ran back into the living room to see his little brother starting to struggle to get on his feet.

#digimon adventure #btvs fanfiction #crossover #digimon fanfiction #matt ishida #tk takaishi #yamato ishida #takeru takaishi

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atc74 · 6 years ago

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Anything You Can Do

Square(s) Filled: Girl Power for @spnfluffbingo2019

Warnings: playground antics, flirting, fluff, ahhh, IDK, it’s fun! Implied sex as payment (it’s REALLY not what you think)

Summary: Jared opens his man-child mouth and it’s on! It’s a karaoke battle for the ages and the ladies are in it to win it! But, when this crew shows up, there are no losers!

Pairing: Reader x past OC, Rob x Reader, Jensen x Briana

Word Count: 4455

Written for: @spnfluffbingo2019

Beta’d by: @alleiradayne who was crazy enough to support this idea from the beginning and my dear @amanda-teaches, whom I would be lost without.

A/N: I wanted to do something really fun and who of us wouldn’t be up for some of this on a Friday night???!!!! All the songs were painstakingly chosen for reasons. There are also some shameless plugs for my boys Louden Swain.

Also a shout out to my friend Beth @brooksba, who took all the amazing photos found in the graphic below!

It was a rare convention weekend when all the guests showed up on a Friday. The green room was fuller than normal as Jensen, Jared, Rob, Rich, Briana, Kim, Y/N, Ruth and the boys from the band sat around shooting the breeze. The green room always had a relaxed and playful atmosphere and this time was no different.

“Oh come on! You cannot burp the alphabet!” Jared scoffed as Briana picked up a warm soda from the table and opened it.

“Why, cause I’m a girl?” she challenged him and the room exploded with the disbelief of all those in attendance that Jared dare say such a thing to her, or any of the women on the convention circuit.

“Well,” Jared looked around sheepishly, waiting for someone to help him.

“Nope. You’re on your own with this one pal!” Rich slapped him on the back. “You have awakened the beast.”

“I just mean, you’re little and…” Jared tried to come up with another reason. Christ, Gen was going to kill him when he got home.

“I may be little but I am fierce, Jarpad,” Briana grinned and chugged the soda. It wasn’t long before a symphony of belches in the form of the alphabet song erupted from her. “Anything you can do I can do better. I can do anything better than you.” She sang as she high fived Kim and Y/N.

“No, no, no. Not this again,” Jensen chuckled, shaking his head.

“Oh yeah! I am so down for this. And this time, a wager perhaps?” Rich went into full on emcee mode. “What do y’all say about a battle for the ages? A karaoke battle, if you will. It is Friday after all.”

“Yesss!” The women shouted.

“Winner picks the losers costume for the next convention?” Rich continued, knowing he had the ladies all in for this. “Fellas? You gonna back down from a challenge?”

“Hell no! I’m in!” Matt Cohen raised his hand.

“Yeah, I’ll do it. I mean, I am a professional,” Rob joined him, making eye contact with Y/N shyly across the room.

“Can’t leave my fearless leader in the wind. I’ll do it,” Mike Borja threw his proverbial hat in the ring, looking at the last three.

“Don’t look at me! I don’t sing!” Jared backed away slowly.

Jensen glanced to Jason, then back to the women, all with shit eating grins on their faces. “I’m probably gonna regret this, but okay. Jason and I are in.”

“Wait, how did I get wrapped into this? I’m not an idiot like Jared!” Jason defended.

“No, but you are a team player buddy and we need you if we’re going to stand a chance,” Jensen replied, looking to Briana with a wink.

“Splendid! The rules are simple. I, and only I, will pick your songs. No one else will know what you are singing but me. Now, go. Be gone. Out damn spot!” Rich grinned ear to ear as he pulled out his phone, making the most epic list of his convention career.

~*~

“Y/N, girl, are you gonna tell him or not?” Briana asked her pointedly when they got to Briana’s room to get ready for the Karaoke Party.

“Yeah, did you see the way he was looking at you?” Kim chimed in.

“You guys, I just ended a really bad relationship and he’s my friend,” Y/N said. “I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

“Then don’t. Just ruin him for all other women!” Ruth giggled.

“Oh my god Ruthie!” Y/N hid her flushed face behind her hands.

“And may I point out that you didn’t ‘just’ end that relationship. It’s been over for weeks officially,” Kim reminded her.

“And you gotta get back on that horse sometime. No time like the present I say!” Briana laughed.

“Come on, Y/N. You’re an overachiever! Just go out there tonight and be amazing; sing your rock song. This is real life, babe and if you’re lucky, you’ll get a leg up on him and he won’t know what hit him!” Kim encouraged.

“All’s fair in love and war and karaoke battles,” Ruth chirped. “This is how you’ll win the big one, Y/N, ready steady.”

“Okay, okay okay! I get it. Gosh, you all sure know a lot of their songs,” Y/N rolled her eyes as Briana dragged her in the bathroom to curl her hair.

“Aha! You know all the songs, too!” Kim shouted.

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N smiled at Briana in the mirror.

“You’re gonna knock his socks off,” she smiled back.

~*~

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Friday Night Karaoke! Boy oh boy, do we have a special treat for y’all tonight! During some green room antics earlier, a challenge has been issued,” Rich paused, waiting for the audience to quiet some and let him finish his intro. “Tonight, with you good people as witnesses, will be a battle to battle all battles! The ladies versus the men

of Supernatural will battle it out for bragging rights right here on this stage!!”

The crowd exploded in cheers and applause. Rich drew a slip of paper from the bowl and the first few fans sang their songs to roaring applause. Briana, Kim, Rich, Rob and Matt all joined in on stage for the fun.

“Please may I get a warm welcome for Miss Y/N Y/L/N!” Rich announced.

Y/N walked through the curtain, kissing him lightly on the cheek and whispering in his ear. “I know what you’re doing Rich. I’ll get you back for this.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about darlin’. Now go, sing!” Rich shooed her from his side.

The beat started and Y/N started rocking her body with its rhythm. “Yeah!”

“I’m coming up so you better get this party started!

I’m coming up so you better get this party started!

Get this party started on a Friday night

Everybody’s waiting for me to arrive

Sending out the message to all of my friends…”

The crowd was going wild, bouncing and singing along as Y/N worked them into a frenzy with her first song of the evening. If this was any indication of how the night would go, she didn’t care who won, she was having a damn good time, and she made sure the crowd was too as she finished her song.

“Well, well, well, I guess we really got this party started now!” Rich laughed, pulling another name from the bowl.

“Please give it up for Miss Briana Buckmaster!” Rich shouted as Briana walked forward.

Briana took center stage in front of the screen. She was holding her breath, praying Rich didn’t pick something lame. When the screen lit up and the music started, she gave it everything, knowing they had this shit in the bag.

“Step back gonna come at ya fast

I’m driving out of control

And getting ready to crash

Won’t stop shaking up what I can

I serve it up in a shot

So suck it down like a man

So baby yes I know what I am

And no I don’t give a damn

And you’ll be loving it up

Some days I’m a super bitch

Up to my old tricks

But it won’t last forever

Next day I’m your supergirl

Out to save the world

And it keeps gettin’ better…”

From the first word, the crowd was loving it and singing along with her. Jensen watched discreetly from the side of the stage, cursing Jared for opening his gigantic mouth, but loving the view. Man that girl could sing! And the way she moved…mesmerizing, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. It definitely keeps getting better.

Briana finished off her song and Rich stepped up to announce the next name. “You know, Robby, we’ve been doing this for how long? Four, five, sixty years?”

“Oh about sixty I think, from how old I feel at the end of a convention weekend,” Rob quipped, the audience breaking out in laughter.

“And never, in all that time, has this next person ever, ever, graced us with his presence on a Friday night. Did you know that?” Rich asked Rob.

“Never, ever?” Rob repeated.

“Never. So without further ado, please welcome to the karaoke stage for the first time EVER, Mr. Jensen Ackles!” Rich stepped away, letting Jensen saunter on the stage. The crowd was deafening and could not believe that Jensen would not only attend the Karaoke party, but actually participate!

“Thanks buddy. Don’t make me make you regret this,” he chuckled as the music started and he shook his head. He looked to the side and made eye contact with Briana, a knowing grin on her face.

“Revvin’ up your engine

Listen to her howlin’ roar

Metal under tension

Beggin’ you to touch and go

Highway to the danger zone

Ride into the danger zone

Headin’ into twilight

Spreadin’ out her wings tonight

She got you jumpin’ off the track

And shovin’ into overdrive…”

Jensen was never one for karaoke, but loved to sing and did so with everything he had. The song, while not special to him in any way, held a new meaning after tonight. He looked out among the crowd and was energized by them.

“Out along the edges

Always where I burn to be

The further on the edge

The hotter the intensity…”

Jensen closed out his song with vigor, feeding off the fans, much like he does at a Saturday Night Special Concert. He tossed Rich his microphone and practically bounced off backstage.

“Robby, I think you know what I’m going to say,” Rich paused for dramatic effect.

“Rich, I might play God on television, but I don’t know what you’re going to say. I might actually be afraid of what you’re going to say,” Rob turned to face the audience, a knowing look on his face.

“Well Bobbo, we’re gonna turn it up a notch. Please put your dirty little hands together for the one, the only, Miss Kim Rhodes!” Rich roared and the crowd went nuts. Kim ran out onto the stage, a smile splitting her face from ear to ear. She was always a fan favorite at karaoke and Rich knew with the song he picked, this would be no different.

As soon as the music started, Kim threw her arms in the air and started stomping her feet along with the beat.

“County road two thirty-three under my feet

Nothin’ on this white rock but little ol’ me

I’ve got two miles till he makes bail

And if I’m right, we’re headed straight for hell

I’m goin’ home, gonna load my shotgun

Wait by the door, and light a cigarette

If he wants a fight, well, now he’s got one

And he ain’t seen me crazy yet

He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll

Don’t that sound like a real man?

I’m going to show him what little girls are made of

Gunpowder and lead…”

“Come on! I can’t hear you!” Kim screamed. “Let’s make sure everyone knows we’re having a fucking good time tonight!”

“Well, it’s half past ten, another six-pack in

And I can feel the rumble like the cold black wind

He pulls in the drive, the gravel flies

He don’t know what’s waiting here this time

I’m goin’ home, gonna load my shotgun

Wait by the door, and light a cigarette

If he wants a fight, well, now he’s got one

And he ain’t seen me crazy yet

He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll

Don’t that sound like a real man?

I’m going to show him what little girls are made of

Gunpowder and lead…”

The decibels were so high, it was a miracle anyone could hear anything after Kim finished, whipping the crowd into an even higher gear.

“Well, Kim really knows how to put on a show doesn’t she? You think she gets that from Zach and Cody?” Rich turned to Rob, who could only shake his head at his friend.

“I will end you Speight,” Kim’s voice carried through the PA system.

“Well Bobbo, I guess it’s your turn!” Rich quickly got back to business.

“Well this should be fun,” Rob commented, waiting somewhat awkwardly for the music to queue.

Now, the Black Crowes were a good band, a great band, but Rob wasn’t sure if this was the kind of message he wanted to send. But he undoubtedly knew it was exactly the message Rich wanted him to send.

“Baby here I am

I’m the man on the scene

I can give you what you want

But you gotta’ come home with me

“Girl, you have no idea how into you he is,” Briana cooed, her red lips just inches from Y/N’s flushed cheeks. “I couldn’t have picked a better song myself.” She just smiled, throwing her arm over her friend’s shoulders as she watched Rob work his magic on the crowd, and Y/N.

I have got some good old lovin’

And I got some more in store

When I get through throwin’ it on

You gotta’ come back for more

Boys will come along a dime by the dozen

That ain’t nothing but ten cent lovin’

Pretty little thing, let me light your candle

‘Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle now, yessir'am

Action speaks louder than words

And I’m a man of great experience

I know you’ve got another man

But I can love you better than him

At first Rob felt dirty singing this, knowing Richard’s intent behind it, but by the end, stealing glances at Y/N throughout the song, Rob threw caution to the wind. He ran to the side of the stage and sang directly to her. It was no secret to everyone that Rob had a giant crush on her. It was only lost on her. Maybe he could get her to notice.

Take my hand don’t be afraid

I’m gonna prove every word I say

I’m advertising love for free

So you can place your ad with me

Boys will come along a dime by the dozen

That ain’t nothing but ten cent lovin’

Pretty little thing, let me light your candle

'Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle now, yessir'am…”

Y/N was blushing furiously, her mouth agape as Kim and Bri led her backstage for her next song. She looked like she could use a stiff drink. Or two. Ruthie was headed out just as they walked in. She winked at Y/N and skipped behind the curtain as Rich called her name.

Ruth was a great entertainer and sang a fun filled rendition of Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, getting the whole crowd involved, even pulling a few fans up on the stage. Mike Borja even joined the fun, then followed it up with ZZ Top’s Sharp Dressed Man. The crowd went wild for Matt Cohen as usual when he came out rapping Macklemore’s Can’t Hold Us like a beast and Jason slowed it down a bit with Tom Petty’s I Won’t Back Down.

“We’ve got a few more songs for you good people tonight and I know I appreciate you letting these fools take over your karaoke party. Whaddya say we get Jensen back out here?” Rich addressed the screaming fans and it got even louder when Jensen made his way back through the curtain. “Oh Ackles, you’re gonna love this one!”

Jensen gave everybody the most epic bitch face that ever bitched when he realized what song was playing. But, ever the consummate performer, he rolled with it and knocked it out of the park in a way that only Jensen can do.

This hit, that ice cold

Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold

This one for them hood girls

Them good girls straight masterpieces

Stylin’, wilin’, livin’ it up in the city

Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent

Gotta kiss myself, I’m so pretty

I’m too hot (hot damn)

Called a police and a fireman

I’m too hot (hot damn)

Make a dragon wanna retire man

I’m too hot (hot damn)

Say my name you know who I am

I’m too hot (hot damn)

And my band 'bout that money, break it down

Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)

'Cause uptown funk gon’ give it to you

Saturday night and we in the spot

Don’t believe me just watch (come on)

Briana watched from the wings, her skin heating up as she watched Jensen dance his dorky self across the stage, high-fiving fans, slapping Rich on the ass and stealing Borja’s hat. He could never pretend to be grumpy for long, and she got the feeling he was loving the whole experience and getting closer to the fans that the normal concert allows.

Before we leave

Lemme tell y'all a lil’ something

Uptown funk you up

Uptown funk you up uh

I said uptown funk you up

Uptown funk you up

“You better go jump on that!” Kim pushed her out onto the stage just as Jensen made his way over to where they were standing. Briana stumbled right into Jensen, but he easily caught her with one strong arm and pulled her with him to center stage. Briana was never a shy one and she wasted no time doing her worst as Jensen finished the song out, his eyes never leaving her grinding body on the stage next to him.

Come on, dance, jump on it

If you sexy then flaunt it

If you freaky then own it

Don’t brag about it, come show me

Come on, dance

Jump on it

If you sexy then flaunt it

Well it’s Saturday night and we in the spot

Don’t believe me just watch come on!

“Well that was incredible wasn’t it? Watching two of the world’s most beautiful people get their freak on in front of a couple hundred people? But damn if it wasn’t a good time!” Rich laughed, his body rolling forward as Jensen and Briana made their way off stage. “Oh no Miss Buckmaster! You get that fine ass back here! Might as well bring him with.”

“Richie, can I at least pick?” Briana pouted, standing close enough so only RIch could hear her.

“Oh no sweet cheeks! The whole idea was for me to pick the songs!” Rich reminded her. “Besides, the ladies are totally killing it!”

“Yeah, we are!” she smiled. “Fine. Let’s do this.”

Briana killed Whitney’s I’m Every Woman, all the ladies coming out to join her, as they tormented the men, Jason even pulling Jared on stage, so he could see how they were getting beat down by a bunch of girls.

“Brother, it doesn’t matter the competition, women will win every day of the week and twice on Sundays,” Jason slapped him on the shoulder as he headed off stage. “I need a drink.”

“So Rich tells me I’m up for another one. Hit it Maestro,” Y/N smiled. The music started and she knew she had Rich to thank. This song had become her anthem. He had been a good friend and better listener over the last several months and she was grateful for him, grateful for all of them. She could never picture her life without the crazy family she had found.

“This is for every single one of you that has been through hell and came out the other side…like a Winchester,” she grabbed the microphone and readied herself.

“You know the bed feels warmer

Sleeping here alone

You know I dream in color

And do the things I want

You think you got the best of me

Think you had the last laugh

Bet you think that everything good is gone

Think you left me broken down

Think that I’d come running back

Baby you don’t know me, 'cause you’re dead wrong

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger

Stand a little taller

Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone

What doesn’t kill you makes a fighter

Footsteps even lighter

Doesn’t mean I’m over 'cause you’re gone…”

Y/N laughed as she danced around the stage, much like she did alone in her apartment or trailer. She finally felt like herself again.

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, stronger

Just me, myself and I

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger

Stand a little taller

Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone

Thanks to you I got a new thing started

Thanks to you I’m not the broken-hearted

Thanks to you I’m finally thinking 'bout me

You know in the end the day I left was just my beginning

In the end

Bouncing around the stage, Y/N closed out the song to a standing ovation and ringing ears. She had never felt lighter. She hugged Rich, giving back the microphone. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but I ain’t done yet,” he winked at her. “Robbie, you’re up buddy!”

As soon as the title card hit the screen on stage, Rob groaned internally. The audience picked up the whistling for the first 45 seconds as Rob gave his best friend a piece of his mind, a smile on his face all the while.

“Rich! What are you doing? You totally set me up for this. I’m going to kill you in your sleep, just so you know!”

“Ohhh Bobbo, you’ll thank me in the morning and we both know it. Everyone knows it. Now focus and sing Axl!” Rich slapped Rob’s ass before ducking off stage. Rob looked around and caught Ruth and Y/N off to the side, slowly swaying to the tune.

“Shed a tear 'cause I’m missin’ you

I’m still alright to smile

Girl, I think about you every day now

Was a time when I wasn’t sure

But you set my mind at ease

There is no doubt you’re in my heart now

Said “woman take it slow, and it’ll work itself out fine”

All we need is just a little patience

Said “sugar make it slow and we’ll come together fine”

All we need is just a little patience (Patience)

Mm, yeah

I sit here on the stairs

'Cause I’d rather be alone

If I can’t have you right now, I’ll wait dear

Sometimes I get so tense but I can’t speed up the time

But you know love there’s one more thing to consider

Said “woman take it slow and things will be just fine”

You and I’ll just use a little patience

Said “sugar take the time 'cause the lights are shining bright”

You and I’ve got what it takes to make it

We won’t fake it, I’ll never break it

'Cause I can’t take it…”

Y/N left Ruth’s side and strolled to where Rob stood center stage, his hand wrapped tightly around the microphone, his eyes closed as he whistled the quick few notes. When he opened his eyes, he found her right beside him.

Little patience, mm yeah, mm yeah

Need a little patience, yeah

Just a little patience, yeah

Some more patience, yeah

I’ve been walking the streets at night

Just trying to get it right

It’s hard to see with so many around

You know I don’t like being stuck in the crowd

And the streets don’t change but maybe the names

I ain’t got time for the game 'cause I need you

Yeah, yeah, yeah but I need you

Oh, I need you

Ooh this time

Rob looked down at the end of the song, the ballroom booming with cheers and applause, to find Y/N’s hand clasped tightly in his.

“All you needed was a little patience,” she smiled up at him.

“If I can’t have you right now, I’ll wait dear,” Rob admitted, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Take it slow and things will be just fine,” she squeezed his hand and they rushed off the stage, only to be besieged by their friends.

“I knew it!” Kim threw her hands up in victory.

“Well that took longer than it should have,” Ruth giggled, sashaying back to the refreshments.

Y/N watched as Jared and Matt both slapped twenties in Jason’s hand.

“You bet on us?” Y/N asked, a mix of outrage and amusement as she looked among her friends, her hand still in Rob’s. His face was somewhere between pride, joy and shame.

“Hell yeah we did,” Jensen chimed in. “Now pay up Buckmaster!”

“I’m fresh out of cash, Ackles. Sorry,” she swayed towards him.

He grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her to him. “ I can think of plenty of ways you can work it off.” His deep timbre practically a growl before he kissed her.

Catcalls could be heard out on the stage no doubt. Rich poked his head through the curtain. “I missed it?”

“Told ya you would!” Kim hollered, holding out her hand. Rich, Mike, Y/N and Ruth all slipped her their payment. “Jas and I cleaned up. Come on folks, first rounds on us!”

“I guess it was a wager in more ways than one tonight, huh?” Rob chuckled, turning to face Y/N, a smile lighting up his face.

“Our friends may have bet on us, but I’m still a winner,” she grinned, lifting her chin to meet his baby blues.

“Yeah? How so?” he asked.

“Well, I’m pretty sure I got the guy, but I am still missing my winnings,” she stepped closer, mere inches separated them and she could feel the heat emanating from his lean body.

“What winnings are those?” he whispered, closing the distance even more.

“I still need your payment on the Buckles bet,” she reminded him.

“Oh yeah, what do I owe you again?” he feigned innocence.

“Let me think,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his in a sweet and slightly heated first kiss. “I think about a thousand more of those would be a good start.”

“Seems like a steep wager, Miss Y/L/N,” Rob quipped. “But I think I’d like to up the ante.”

“You’re on. Just remember, anything you can do, I can do better,” she giggled under his steady gaze.

“It’s going to be a fun weekend,.” Rob mumbled, grabbing her by the neck and kissed her harder this time, leaving her breathless and wanting more. He pulled away, her lips chasing his. “Patience, my dear. Just a little patience.”

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am now considering mattneil because of you. it sounds so soft im pleased

this brings me so much joy anon I love THEMMatt is Neil’s no. 1 fan amazing spectacular incredible Neil lets Matt help him instead of spitting on his shoes fantastic beautiful you know they hug all the fUCKING time

Matt’sthrown himself into the ring—sans actual ring—enough times forNeil and the other Foxes that it doesn’t occur to Neil that he’s never seen himactually box. When Randy Boyd shoutsfor her son to come up and go a few rounds with her, Neil pauses the treadmilland wanders over to watch.Neil is mooching off Matt’s gym membership while he visits, not wanting to riskgetting out of shape even if he’s only here a week. Matt had warned him thathis mother would be visiting as well, a weekend between press events, andspending the night in an apartment with a woman he’s met only twice is mediatedby the presence of Matt and Dan, who Neil trusts as close to unconditionally ashe can for anyone besides Andrew.Boxing holds no interest for Neil aside from self-defense. The correctionsRandy calls out as she and Matt circle each other fly over his head. There’ssomething Kevin-like about her nitpicking, though she smiles more, and Matthangs back instead of immediately trying to shove her against the ropes as hewould Kevin. Instead he adjusts his stance and waits until his mother leaves anopening even Neil can see to attack.Randy dodges easily and gets Matt in the side of the helmet with a triumphantlaugh. Matt shakes his head, shoulders tilting the way he does when he grins,and rocks back over his feet. He is considerably taller than his mother, has tobend his knees almost into a squat to reach her, but Randy proves that her titlesare rightfully won as she ducks and weaves and lands strike after strike on herson’s unprotected torso. Neil watches Matt anxiously for signs of injury. Hemay not know shit about boxing, but he does know that being punched is somethingthat hurts.“Ma, come on,” Matt says, after he fails to connect his glove for the umpteenthtime. He’s laughing. Randy waves cheekily and sweeps out a leg. Neil’s mostly(?) sure that isn’t a legal move. Matt goes down hard.Thankfully for Neil’s stuttering heart, Matt gets up immediately, groaning.Neil unwinds his hands from the rope he’d grabbed in panic, belated sweat trickingdown his spine, as Matt holds up both hands for a reprieve and sits down rightthere in the middle of the ring to take off his gloves and helmet. His curlsare mashed to his forehead with sweat. He’s still grinning.“Worse than I thought,” Randy says, sitting down next to her son. She too issmiling, and she punches Matt’s shoulder like she’s joking. A hot flare ofanger on Matt’s behalf rises in Neil’s belly. Matt only laughs again, droppingback onto his elbows, abdominals flexing with the effort. He turns his smile onNeil. Lately Neil’s been getting a funny feeling in his chest and stomach wheneverMatt smiles at him (which is often). The anger doesn’t leave, but it does getmuddied up with whatever-it-is, racing around and around until there’s a buzzingknot under Neil’s belly button making him flush all over. It’s kind of like howhe feels around Andrew, but…not. Neil can’t explain it. He wishes it wouldstop. “Don’t be a stranger, come on up,” Randy says. Neil doesn’t want to, but Matt’ssmile gets wider, and Neil finds himself hopping up onto the platform andwiggling under the ropes. He sits down facing Randy, placing himself firmly onMatt’s side. Matt’s sneakers brush the side of Neil’s thigh. He prods Neil witha toe and looks pleased with himself when Neil huffs and shoots out a hand tograb his ankle, keeping it still.“How’s the new cat settling in?” Randy asks, removing her own gloves. The scrapeof her unfastening the Velcro on her helmet covers Neil’s flinch; Matt shoots Neila look that’s half comforting, half guilty.“I told her you guys got a new kitten,” he says to Neil, hitching a shoulder inapology. It’s difficult to be annoyed at Matt when he’s like this, sprawled outand contrite and fixing Neil with big, woeful eyes. “Sorry, I just, you said Icould name him, and…”Neil shifts a little towards Matt so Matt will know he’s not horribly upset andturns back to Randy. “He’s great. We got him his own bowl so he can have differentfood, for baby cats. ‘Drew says he’s going to get fat if I feed him so much buthe was definitely malnourished when we found him, so.”“I’m glad he has you,” Randy says, smiling warmly. Neil can see the familyresemblance, and it throws him for a moment, though Randy doesn’t incite the samesquirmy feeling in him that Matt’s smile does. Thank fuck. It’s alreadyconfusing enough.Matt shuffles around, kicking up echoes where his feet and elbows knock againstthe floor of the ring, until he can lay his head in Neil’s lap. Neil clears histhroat pointedly, but Matt shows no shame and keeps wiggling until Neil relentsand sticks a hand in his hair, stroking. Aside from Dan, Neil’s the only oneMatt lets touch his hair. Though now it’s a clumpy mess from the inside of thehelmet, so Neil can only improve it.Randy is watching them with an expression that’s a little too knowing, all themore disconcerting because Neil’s not sure what it is that she thinks sheknows. He scratches at Matt’s scalp the way he would one of the cats and Matt’seyes flutter closed. Even when he speaks again, he doesn’t open them.“I was thinking, like, I’ve been given unlimited power,” he says. “For thename. So what’s something I can do that will completely fuck—sorry, Mom—thatwould, uh, completely be vetoed under normal circumstances, and then I was like,Neil’s cats already have such wild names, what if I pick something that’s not aname—”“I can’t control Andrew’s reaction,” Neil says dryly.Matt whines. “Aw, babe.”It’s not the first time Matt has called him that. Neil is uncomfortably awareof Randy’s eyes on him as he flushes. “I got every single thing connected toExy thrown out before you or Kevinask, so don’t try those.”“Oh! Matt told me a little about your last game,” Randy says, leaning forward,and the conversation moves on to the current championship rankings. Randy knowsenough that Neil finds himself absorbed, and he’s enjoying himself, despiteeverything. He loses track of time; Randy’s watch beeping jolts him back intohis own body. She grimaces and heaves herself off the floor.“Sorry. Got to meet Bronstein for dinner, I promised him I would next time Iwas in town. I’ll see you boys tonight?”“Yeah, sure, Mom,” Matt says, lifting a hand. Randy’s got that knowing look inher eye again. She points two spread fingers at Neil before pulling up theropes to step under them, striding towards the locker rooms with her glovesthrown over her shoulder.“What was that?” Neil asks. Mattnuzzles deeper into Neil’s lap and doesn’t answer. Funny: in any other circumstance, Neil would swear that Matt was embarrassed.Weird.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #boydsten #matt boyd #neil josten #my fics #randy boyd Been Knew #Anonymous #LISTEN #(once again: no cheating just healthy polyamory)#randy was wearing a sports bra no shirt that whole time but neil's demisexual brain was just like.....damn matthieü #he didn't really register it #neil: let's name the cat after Exy equipment!!!#andrew: no #neil: : ((((((((#part 1 of #I'm not making u eggs

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thewnchstrs · 7 years ago

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I Loved Her First

Pairing: DeanXdaughter!reader

Summary: Dean reminisces as he navigated his life through fatherhood, beginning with the moment he first held his daughter to now, on her wedding day. *based on I Loved Her First by Heartland

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The day Dean had dreaded his entire fatherhood career was finally here. He knew it was coming, it was no surprise. Since that day back in November when Matt asked if he could marry his daughter, Dean knew the day would fast approach. After the near hour of interrogation, that is.

They’d set the date months ago, planning their big day since Christmas. Dean had always taken a backseat to it however, letting Y/N do her thing because this was her day, the one shred of normalcy she finally had in her life and the last thing he wanted was to get in the way.

And now that the ceremony was over, and as he sat at one of the cloth covered tables in the open field behind the bunker in the too-itchy suit Sam had helped pick out, Dean didn’t think about the twinkling lights strung from the trees or the pie Y/N had insisted on getting instead of a cake(at least, he didn’t think about it too much).

It was his daughter he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about.

He watched his little girl dance with her new husband, neither of them taking their eyes off of each other for even a second. They laughed as they danced, her face lighting up at every little thing he said. Matt’s eyes seemed to melt at the sight of her.

Dean smiled slightly, memories of the past twenty-four years with Y/N flooding into his head, everything from the moment he first held her to now, on her wedding night.

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“And...you have no idea where she came from? Sam asked his brother as they watched the sleeping form of the baby as she still laid in the car seat that both of them were too scared to move her from. She couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old.

“How would I know, Sam?” he asked, pacing the floor as he bit the nail of his thumb.

“Well, you’re not exactly a saint, Dean. Is it really that hard to believe that, maybe...”

Dean’s eyes widened at the accusation that the child was his. He shook his head profusely, “No. No, no, no, no. It’s not possible! Okay? It’s not. I mean, sure, I’ve had a few one-nighters here and there, but none of them ever ended in-”

His sudden pause made Sam look up from the baby, eyeing his brother suspiciously as he thought about it. That one night, many many moons ago. Sam swallowed roughly, “Dean?”

Dean looked to his brother, his eyes wide. “How long ago were we in Pasadena?”

Sam sighed, running a hand down his face, “Just about nine months ago.”

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Dean had never run on so little sleep. The days and nights seemed to run together, the endless hours trying to soothe her high pitched cries, feeding her, changing her, burping her.

It was a ruthless cycle that, frankly, Dean didn’t feel he was cut out for. Even though it had only been barely three days with her, he wasn’t sure how he would be able to do it.

“What’s it gonna take, kid?” Dean asked desperately, bouncing her up and down as he paced across the nursery. He’d fed her, changed her, done pretty much everything short of putting on a live lullaby show for her. Besides his efforts, she showed no signs of calming down.

Dean’s mind reeled, searching the air for an answer as to what to do until he settled on the last thing he still hadn’t tried. Dean nearly rolled his eyes at the thought of it, but it was really the best he had.

“I don’t know where I’m goin’, but I sure know where I’ve been.” he began, swaying to the tune that played in his head. Y/N’s face continued to twist in sadness, her fists clenched as she screamed at the top of her lungs, but Dean was sort of out of options. “Hangin’ on the promises in songs of yesterday, and I’ve made up my mind, I ain’t wastin’ no more time. Here I go again.”

As Dean sang off-key to the song, Y/N’s cries became softer and softer, Dean’s eyes widening. “Whitesnake, huh?” he questioned, but his abrupt end of the song made Y/N turn her lips downward yet again. “Hey, hey, hey, look! It’s alright.” he held her close to him as he continued the song, “Though I keep searching for an answer, never seem to find what I’m looking for. Oh, Lord I pray you give me strength to carry on, ‘cause I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams.”

He watched at Y/N yawned, her eyes beginning to fall closed. Dean smiled triumphantly as he sat in the rocking chair Jody had given to them when she’d heard about Y/N’s unexpected arrival.

Dean marveled at her, how peaceful she was when she slept. He ran a thumb over her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. He smiled beside himself as he repeated the last line of the song he’d just sang like a mantra, “Oh, Lord I pray you give me strength to carry on.”

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“Happy birthday to you!” The group sang before Dean helped Y/N blow out the candles on her first birthday cake.

She clapped enthusiastically, Cas, Sam, and Dean clapping along with her. Dean marveled at Y/N who, in the last year had changed so drastically he could hardly believe it was the same baby left at his door step.

Dean stood next to Y/N’s high chair, letting Sam take pictures with the cake in front of her. Out of somewhat habit, Dean stuck his finger out to the edge of the cake, swiping up some of the frosting and popping it into his mouth.

Y/N’s eyes traveled up to Dean before looking back down at the cake. In an instant, the three of them watched her bring her hands down, flying through the air as they smashed into the middle of the cake before bringing her cake coated hands up to her mouth.

“That’s my girl,” Dean laughed as she continued to fling cake as her hands smashed in and out of the cake. “Alright, kid, save some for the rest of us!”

Dean carefully picked up what was left of the cake and set it in the middle of the kitchen table for him, Sam, and Cas to cut into. However, the minute it was taken away, Dean caught sight of his daughter, her lips cast downward and big tears filled her eyes.

“Someone’s not happy,” Sam warned before the tears began to fall in large rivulets down her cheeks. Dean’s heart broke at the sight of it, his head bouncing between Y/N and the cake before shrugging.

“Hell, it’s the kid’s birthday.” He cut off a large chunk of the cake before setting it down on her high chair, her tears immediately cutting off. He smiled as she happily ate the cake. He used a clean finger to wipe away one of her tears.

The rest of them grabbed forks, eating from the cake Y/N hadn’t destroyed with her fists, laughing and smiling as they watched Y/N. She’d come into their lives so unexpectedly, but they couldn’t believe how well she fit right in.

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Sam and Dean raced into the emergency room, Y/N clinging close to Dean’s chest as they frantically ran to the reception desk.

“Please it’s my daughter- she’s, she’s been throwing up and has a fever-” Dean rambled, his words becoming jumbled from his mind running a million miles a minute.

The receptionist held his hand out in front of Dean, stopping him, “You’re going to have to fill this out and wait for your name to be called.”

Dean’s eyes bounced from the clipboard up to the man before leaning in, his finger pointed at him as his temper came dangerously close to boiling over. “You’re going to get us to a doctor, and he’s going to make my little girl better before I shove that clipboard where the sun don’t shine-”

“We’ll fill this out,” Sam interrupted, nodding to the receptionist whose eyes were wide. Sam grabbed the clipboard from the counter and lead Dean to the waiting room by the jacket.

“What was that for? I almost got us in-”

“No, you almost got us kicked out.” Sam corrected as he began to fill out Y/N’s information.

Dean adjusted Y/N on his lap who’d resorted to quiet whimpering as she sucked on her thumb, something they’d only ever seen her do when she was in pain. It broke Dean’s heart as he held her, wishing it were him, not her.

After hours of waiting and numerous patients coming and going, they were finally taken back for Y/N to be seen. Dean sat up on the bed with Y/N in his lap whose cries only seemed to become more and more intense.

“Yep, it’s a double ear infection,” Dr. Wong had announced after examining Y/N.

“So, what...what does that mean?” Dean asked worriedly.

Dr. Wong smiled slightly, “Ear infections are incredibly common among young children and are easily treated,” he tore off a prescription off of a pad of paper, “she should be getting to feeling better within a few days.”

Sam and Dean visibly relaxed at the good news: Y/N would be okay.

“Here that, kiddo?” Dean smiled as he looked down at Y/N, wiping a tear from her cheek. “You’re gonna be just fine.”

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Y/N held tightly onto her lunch box, standing close to her dad as they waited for the bus. Today was her second day of kindergarten.

The last two mornings for Dean was rough, to say the least. He’d always worried about enrolling Y/N in school for a multitude of reasons that seemed to be running through his head on repeat.

He was taking this much harder than she was.

“You excited for another day?” Dean asked, trying to hide the sadness from the fact his little girl was no longer very little anymore.

Y/N sat silently for a minute, thinking before turning to her dad. “I’m excited for play time.”

Dean nodded, smiling. Ever since her orientation at the school a few days ago, she couldn’t stop talking about that damned playground.

He ruffled Y/N’s hair, hugging her close to him. However, when she didn’t return the hug, he knew something was bugging her. “Alright, munchkin. What’s on your mind?”

Y/N looked down at her shoes, twisting them on the concrete, “What would you do if people are being mean to you?”

Dean was taken back, “Why do you ask?” he squatted down next to her, holding her arms so she would look at him.

She shrugged, adjusting the strap on her backpack, her lip quivering. “There are these girls at school, and they won’t let me play with them because they say I dress funny.”

Dean’s immediate reaction was to get the names and phone numbers of the kids to knock some sense into. However, as the words sunk in, he felt guilty about her blue jeans, t-shirts and sneakers she wore everyday.

“Hey, c’mon,” he said, wiping away one of her tears, “don’t let those girls get into your head, okay? It doesn’t matter what you wear or what you look like...if you’re a good person in here,” he said, pointing at her chest, “then that’s what matters. Those girls don’t know what their missing.”

Y/N smiled slightly, wrapping an arm around her dad just as the bus turned the corner and came down their street.

“Okay, daddy, I have to go now.”

Dean squeezed her one last time before pulling away, kissing her on the head. He patted her on the back as the bus came to a stop, the doors huffing open. He watched as she climbed onto the bus, picking a seat next to the window, waving at him as the bus drove away.

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“Dad?”

The voice immediately pulled Dean out of the deep hole he’d been in, hunched over lore books and his laptop. His head snapped up toward the entrance of the library where Y/N stood in her pajamas.

“Hey kid,” Dean said as Y/N took a seat next to him, “everything okay?”

Y/N tucked her hair behind her ear, looking down at her hands in her lap before speaking the words that had been bugging her for nearly her whole life, “Where’s my mom?”

Dean sighed, setting his pencil down in the open book as he sat back in his chair, looking over at his daughter. He felt for her, he really did. A thirteen year old girl who had no relationship with her mom couldn’t exactly be characterized as a cake walk.

“I don’t know,” he said truthfully, watching as Y/N’s shoulders slumped forward slightly.

“What was she like?” Y/N asked, desperate for some kind of knowledge of her.

Dean shook his head, smiling softly, “She was badass.” Y/N raised her eyebrows at this, “One of the best hunters Sam and I ever knew. And she was beautiful...Y/H/C like yours, and that smile- I see it every time I look at you. She could light up any room, just by being in it.”

Y/N smiled, conjuring up an image of her mother in her head. “Did you love her?”

Dean paused, slightly taken back by the question, but knew the answer without having to think about it nonetheless. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.” Y/N slowly nodded, picking at the edges of her nails as Dean watched her.

“Why didn’t she want me?” Y/N asked quietly, not being able to meet Dean’s eyes.

Dean shook his head, holding the back of Y/N’s head so she would look at him, he ran a thumb over his cheek to wipe away a tear that escaped her eye, “Your mom wanted you to be safe and she...she knew she couldn’t provide that for you. She knew you’d be safer with Sam and I-”

“But why didn’t she come back and see me?” Y/N pleaded, her voice cracking in attempts to keep her sobbing at bay. She just wanted to understand. “Why hasn’t she called, or, or visited? Was I not good enough for her?”

“Hey, you stop that,” Dean said firmly, shaking his head at his daughter’s accusations at herself, “listen to me, Y/N...I don’t know why your mom hasn’t done those things, okay? And I’m sorry, I am...but don’t you ever think, in a million years that it was because you weren’t good enough, you understand me?”

Y/N bit her lip as Dean pulled her close to his chest, cradling her head, silently cursing Y/N’s mom for abandoning her.

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“Hey, hey! It’s not even that bad, see!” Sam lied as he examined the gunshot wound that’d gone clean through Y/N’s side, taking out a large chunk of flesh. She gritted her teeth as she writhed on the warehouse floor, blood pooling out of the wound.

Dean stood back, watching in horror as the scene unraveled in front of him, his knees buckling as Sam quickly shed one of his layers of clothing, wadding it up and pressing it over the wound in order to stop the bleeding.

Y/N’s blood-curdling scream pulled Dean out of his trance, rushing toward the two of them as he fell on his knees next to Y/N’s head, his hands hovering over her body, unsure of where to start.

“Stay with her, I’ll bring the car around,” Sam said quickly, as Dean took over holding the shirt on her side. She let out a low breath, groaning in pain.

“Didd I- I kill it?” she stuttered out. Dean laughed lightly, she sure as hell was a Winchester.

He nodded quickly, looking over to where the demon lay, “You got him, Y/N.”

“Jesus, this hurts,” she groaned, clenching her jaw and banging her fists against the floor.

“I know, I know, you’re gonna be just fine, we’re gonna get you to a real doctor, okay?” he said quickly, just trying to keep her talking to him. He pushed down harder on her side, eliciting a mangled cry from her lips. He looked over to her, grabbing her face in his hands. “You’ve gotta stay with me, Y/N. You ain’t got a choice, alright? I can’t lose you over a lousy gunshot.”

Y/N swallowed roughly, as she nodded, “Okay. I’m- I’m with you.”

Dean smiled, wiping away the tears on her cheek, “There’s my girl.”

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Y/N hooked her arm through her father’s, gripping the sleeve of his suit jacket as they stood outside of the chapel doors as the bridesmaids and groomsmen filed in in front of them.

Dean glanced at Y/N out of the corner of his eye, patting the top of her hand. “You’ll be okay.”

Y/N let out a breath, nodding as she caught a glimpse of the inside of the church, a swell of emotions swirling inside of her. She was excited, scared, overjoyed, sad. There was so much waiting for her at the end of that aisle, a life she couldn’t wait to start.

“Well,” She sighed as the music in the church began, signaling Y/N’s cue to begin her descent down the aisle. “Lets do this.”

She held tightly onto Dean as they slowly walked down the aisle, her eyes trained on Matt, who, at the sight of her, broke down into tears. He smiled nonetheless, wiping the tears away with a sleeve.

Dean felt his throat constrict as he assisted Y/N down the aisle. He was getting ready to hand her off to someone else, to love her unconditionally just as he had, and to care for her even though she was more than capable of doing that just fine on her own.

The end of the aisle seemed to last only merely seconds, because before he knew it, Y/N turned to him, tears brimming her eyes. Dean smoothed back her hair as he wiped away a tear. “I love you, sweetheart.”

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Dean met his daughter in the grass, not sure how to feel about the large group of people watching their father-daughter dance. The music filtered in through the speakers, the two of them swaying slowly.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled sadly, “did I tell you that already?”

Y/N laughed, “Yeah...that was the fiftieth time, I think.”

Dean watched his daughter as they danced, and she smiled up at him, that same smile he remembered from all those years ago. Dean shook his head, how had the last twenty-three years gone by so fast?

"Hey, dad?” Y/N said, “I just- I just wanted to say thank you...for everything.” Dean’s eyebrows cinched together in confusion but stayed quiet at she continued. “You’ve always been there for me, especially when nobody else was. You took me in when my own mom didn’t want me and I- I can’t thank you enough for being the father every girl dreams of having.”

Tears pricked at Dean’s eyes as he kissed her forehead, hugging her close to his body, his cheek resting on top of her head. Y/N pulled away as she looked up at her dad, wiping away a tear that rolled down his cheek.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Y/N.”

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martinmcg · 3 years ago

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KING ROOK

I grew up in a housing estate that was built on a gently-rising hillside. The top of the hill was ringed with trees, ancient sessile oaks, wych elm and horse chestnut. You wouldn’t call it a forest, it’s not that big, but it’s a bit more than a few random trees. We called it Hangman’s Woods because in the old days they didn’t bother building a scaffold in town, they just dragged people from the courthouse down the road, stuck a rope around their neck and pulled them by the neck over a branch of the biggest oak in the wood.

Justice. So they said.

The rooks were probably there then, watching and waiting for a feed. They still rule the place today.

These were big birds with heavy black beaks and bodies matt as coal dust but their hoods shone like satin and framed beaded eyes that saw everything.

Every evening the rooks welcomed the night with a great performance. The clamour, at first just one or two birds, grew quickly as groups returned from their day’s scavenging. Soon dozens and then hundreds and eventually maybe a thousand rooks swirled in one black cloud around the treetops. In the valley below the housemartins and swifts zipped and flitted between the rows of our houses, but we all lived in the shadow of the rooks.

Finally, at some unknowable signal, the gyring mass would all at once drop from the sky to their roosts in the trees. For a few minutes the branches swayed and rattled as the birds settled down. And when, at last, all went quiet, night had come.

Al McCourt was waiting for me when I got home from the last day of my Saturday job in Woolworths. He was leaning on the fence outside our house and annoying the dog, Nipper, who was lying on the concrete slabs of the short path between the gate and the house, ears flat, teeth bared, growling like an angry bear. It’d have been impressive if the mutt had been more than ten inches high.

“Shut up, Nipper!”

The growling stopped, but Nipper didn’t take his eyes off McCourt. He could hold a grudge that wee dog.

Al was a prick. He was thin-faced with a nose like the thick end of a hurley and a way of standing side-on so he was always looking at you out the corner of one eye. His voice was high and wheedling and it made the back of your neck crawl like metal scraping metal. He didn’t care that people hated him, he seemed to take pride in the way they shuddered at his approach. He mistook fear for respect. But Al was also my uncle Seamus’s man, and that meant that no one got to give him the kicking he obviously deserved. Except for the one night, a couple of years before, when the Brits had caught him out on his own.

They beat the shit out of him.

McCourt walked with a limp to this day. He wore it like a badge of honour and claimed a fortune off the DHSS for it. He was never out of the Citizens Advice place.

Economic warfare, Seamus called it. Taking the Brits for every penny.

Scrounging, my Da said.

Anyway, the day the Brits put Al McCourt in hospital was about as close as the two communities in Ardowen ever got to a moment of harmony. If we could have turned his beating into a spectator sport the whole Troubles might have ended there and then. We could have made a few bob too.

McCourt pulled himself up to his full height, flicking a pebble at the dog as he turned to me. I wasn’t tall but he barely came up to my chin. He scratched at his ear through a mass of greasy hair and grinned.

“Your uncle wants to see you,” he said. “Pronto, Tonto!”

I hated being called Tonto, a childhood nickname because my freckles made me a “redskin”.

“No can do, kemosabe,” I said, shaking my head. I wasn’t going to let the little shit know he’d annoyed me. “I’m away out the night.”

That wasn’t a lie. It was the last Saturday before we all left for university and I was going to a disco in Cookstown with Paddy and Aidan and the lads from school. We were going to get lashed and see how many girls we could persuade to let us stick our tongues down their throats. And maybe cop a feel. You never knew what we might get away with before we crossed the water. That was the plan for me and Paddy anyway. Aidan’d be out the back dry-humping his girl from Ballygawley and then trying to persuade us he’d really done it.

“Y’can get your end away later, wee Connolly,” McCourt seemed very pleased with himself, like he knew something I didn’t. “Your uncle says it’s urgent.”

“Can I at least get a wash and a change first?”

McCourt shrugged.

“The back bar–”

“-in O’Neill’s,” I cut him off. I knew where Seamus would be, it was where he always was.

“By seven, Tonto.” McCourt turned away, his bad leg dragging behind him like some doomed bird’s broken wing. “Don’t keep the big man waiting.”

“Yeah, and fuck you too,” I whispered softly as I opened the gate.

Nothing on the estate was safe from the rooks. Cats, small dogs, rabbits – any kind of unwary pet or careless wild thing was a potential target. A ruffling of feathers, a chorus of rough croaks and something vulnerable would squeal. Afterwards the rooks would stride casually across the road or on the little patch of scrubby grass that was our Croke Park, our Old Trafford, our playground, and they would dare us to challenge them, their beaks still glossed with blood.

I was the first baby born in our estate. It was newly built, still smelling of concrete dust and paint, the white stones of the pebbledash gleaming in the weak spring sunshine. The whole place had been a frantic response to a civil rights campaign that was rapidly turning into the bloody Troubles. It was a hopeless attempt to jam shut a box from which the nightmares had long since fled. Years later it would turn out that all the houses were slowly sliding down the hill into the bog in the valley below. You can take that for a metaphor of how rotten things were back then if you like but it was also the truth.

Whatever came later, my Ma was proud of her new home. They’d moved from a two-up-two-down built into the side of a railway cutting so steep you practically needed a ladder to climb the street outside. That house, she always said, had been so small you couldn’t peel a spud without opening the back door. The new house had three bedrooms, an inside toilet and a garden. She loved that house.

My parents moved in while the houses around them were still being built. I was born, she said, before the paint was dry. And before people learned what it was like to live with the rooks.

It was a bright spring morning and Ma left my pram in the garden – for all the violence on the television it was still a safe thing to do. She left me there and went back into the house to clean or cook or do whatever one of the thousand other things she did to make our lives that little bit better.

When she came back, just a few minutes later, a huge rook was sitting on the handle of my pram, staring in at me.

She screamed and rushed forward, waving frantic arms, trying to scare the bird away.

The rook just stared at her.

My Ma stopped.

Small, bottomless, eyes took her in and then turned down to me as I lay gurgling in the pram. There was a moment of stillness. Then the bird spread its wings and launched itself into the air and setting my pram rocking.

My Ma described the rook as a monster – vast as an eagle, darker than the night.

“The King Rook,” she’d called it and my dad had laughed his head off at her.

But I know the King Rook is real. It left me a gift, a pebble, smoothed and polished by running water until in shone like a jewel that my Ma kept for me. And he came back, again and again. Sometimes he took my things. He took my Action Man from the garden, my toy car from the playground, a schoolbook with my homework in it and a cassette of songs I’d taped off the Sunday afternoon chart show.

I knew it was the rook because, whenever he took something, he always left a gift behind.

A pyramid of snail shells, each one punched neatly open with a single round hole and emptied. The pale skull of a rat. A delicate blue egg, hollowed and cleaned. One morning, planted in the centre of our tiny front garden like a banner or a sign of ownership, I found a single black feather with a gloss so perfect that it reflected light like a mirror.

And there were other things. Bloody things.

They were magical signs. Signs that no matter how bad things got around me – and there were times when things got very bad – I was protected.

The King Rook was watching over me.

O’Neill’s bar was a fortress. The windows were protected by shutters made from thick-gauge wire that were kept permanently closed. The inside of the windows had been blocked up with breezeblocks and a string of bulbs, white Christmas tree lights, hung in the gap between the wall and the glass to make the place look a bit less grim from the outside. It didn’t work. The pub’s walls – rebuilt after a UVF bomb attack – were thick reinforced concrete skimmed over with rough plaster and painted a grimy brown and there were bright lights and cameras covering the car park and every approach.

I didn’t want to miss my bus to Cookstown so I’d rushed getting ready. It wasn’t, officially, opening time yet and, for form’s sake, the outside door was closed when I got to the pub – not that that meant anything. I pressed the bell and looked up into the camera. The buzzer went and I pushed my way in. Michael Molloy was sitting on a stool in the hall, a baseball bat leaning against the wall beside him, and he nodded me through as I turned left into the public bar.

When things get going, the front bar in O’Neill’s is a busy place, full of people enjoying a laugh and a drink. Later on there’d be a bit of singing and a lot of noise but it was early yet and quiet as the hardcore set about their beer and shorts with a steady desperation. The Sacred Heart lamps we called them, laughing behind their backs, because the drink had given them all red noses.

Even this early the smoke was hanging thick between the yellowed walls so that it obscured the big pictures of the local heroes, Thomas J Clarke – one of the Easter Rising crowd – and Martin Hurson – one of the hunger strikers – that took pride of place behind the bar. Between the pictures was an ornamental harp that Sean, the owner, had made in the woodwork lessons he got while he was interned in the Long Kesh. He’d painted tiocfaidh ár lá in white Gaelic lettering on the brown varnished wooden base.

Sean smiled at me as I walked through to the back bar.

“Pint?”

“I��m not staying,” I said.

“Smithwicks?”

I nodded, resigned.

“I’ll bring it through.”

The thick fug of cigarette smoke was about the only thing the back bar of O’Neill’s had in common with the front. The walls were painted a dark green that seemed to swallow the light and there was a damp and rotten stink from the drains of the toilets next door. It was grim.

My uncle Seamus sat in his usual place in a booth with his back to the wall, so he could see who was coming in. The only other way out was a long narrow corridor that lead to the toilets and ended with a door so heavily wrapped in metal armour that it took two people to drag it open. There was a peephole cut into the door and a monitor, showing a picture of the back car park, sat on a shelf above the lintel.

Half-a-dozen hard men sat nursing whiskeys and pints at other tables. They all wore black leather jackets and aggressively stone-washed jeans and a few sported impressive displays of what they, no doubt, imagined to be authentically Gaelic facial hair.

“What’s the score, wee Tonto?” Seamus said.

“Ach, the usual, you know me” I said, trying to keep it light. “How’s about you, Uncle Seamus,”

“Same old same old,” he said. “Come in. Sit down. You don��t want to be making me nervous now, do you?”

“No way,” I said, and laughed.

Seamus was a funny fella. When he was in a good mood, he had a great sense of humour and always had some story or a comeback. In a country where slagging off your neighbour was practically an Olympic sport, there weren’t many could beat my uncle. Of course there weren’t many that tried either. You didn’t want to be the one who went too far or said the wrong thing. It wasn’t a mistake you’d make twice.

Seamus didn’t look like much at all. He was a short, slightly stocky man with a shiny bald head and a neatly-trimmed, snowy beard. He dressed well, favouring slightly old-fashioned tweed suits and he devoted special attention his shoes – always the best Italian leather and always polished to a gleaming finish. You could have imagined him as a dapper off-duty Santa Claus – if Santa had turned out to spend his spare time moonlighting as a psychopath.

You never forgot the first time you saw Uncle Seamus lose his temper.

He was a man who moved in circles where a lack of regard for the well-being of others was an entry-level requirement, but even amongst that crowd Seamus stood out. He was fearsome as an individual, precisely and thoroughly vicious, but it was his talent for dreaming up acts of exquisite brutality and the enthusiasm with which his brigade of volunteers made those dreams real that had made his name.

The Cripple Feeney could tell you about what Seamus and his lads were capable of doing. Or rather, he’d write down what Seamus did to him, and then he’d make that sick sucking sound that he does instead of laughing when you went pale reading his words.

Sean came in and put the pint of Smithwicks in front of me.

“That’ll tighten you, Tonto,” he said, a bit too loud, and slapped me on the shoulder. He was nervous. I could smell the sweat on him even over the cigarette smoke. “Can I get you anything, Seamus?”

My uncle shook his head but said nothing. He stared at Sean, his face blank, his pale eyes fixing the barman. I looked between the two men and then looked down, determined not to get drawn into whatever was going on. I liked Sean, I felt sorry for him, but I didn’t want any bit of it.

“Dead on, so,” Sean said and let slip a peal of laughter that was pitched too high. “Well, if you need anything, you know where I am.”

“Oh I do, alright,” said Seamus and then said nothing else.

Sean turned to go, stopped, turned back as though to speak, and then shook his head and left.

The silence dragged. I picked up my pint and took a heavy gulp from the glass even though the head hadn’t quite settled out. My throat was dry. The beer was cold and sharp and I needed it.

One of the lads on my left – one of The Cripple Feeney’s brothers – mumbled something and another one, I didn’t know him, snorted and laughed.

My uncle turned his head and the silence snapped back into place.

I took another drink. The pint was two thirds gone.

“Right, Tonto,” Seamus said at last. “I’ve got a wee job for you.”

He nodded and the stranger who’d been doing the laughing came over and put something that was wrapped in a greasy cloth on the table between me and Seamus. He went back to his seat, my eyes stayed on the thing on the table. It was small but obviously heavy.

Seamus reached over and with fingertips, as though determined not to let the thing soil his hands, he pushed the lump of metal towards me.

I reached for my pint again and closed my eyes.

Fuck.

I spent my thirteenth birthday at the same place as I’d spent all my birthdays since I’d been old enough to go to school – at Colm Hagan’s birthday party.

Colm Hagan’s dad and uncle were lawyers. The richest Catholics in the county, everyone reckoned. When I was young they bought the hill and Hangman’s Wood and they chopped down a dozen big trees to make room to build two big, ugly, square-sided houses that looked down over our estate.

Colm Hagan joined my class and, it turned out, he had the same birthday as me. At first we both though that was cool and for a while we were friends. Then came our birthday and Colm Hagan invited the whole class to his fancy house and I found myself spending my birthday there because that’s where all my other friends had gone.

What could we offer? A slice of Battenberg cake, a fig roll, a glass of orange squash and a game of musical chairs – if they were lucky.

When Colm was nine he got two go-karts and his dad built him a track through the woods so he could have races. I’d have chosen his party over mine too.

We stopped being friends.

He probably never even thought about it.

I hated him.

But not so much that I was happy when I found his dead body, eyes pecked out, lying at the foot of a big oak in his own back garden on the day we both turned thirteen.

The party had been great. Everyone was having a brilliant time. We watched Colm play Elite and Chuckie Egg on his BBC Micro and then we rode around the woods on our bikes so Colm could show off his BMX and there was loads of food. By the time the cake came out I’d had enough of watching everyone else having a good time so I crammed a load of wee sausages and bread in my pockets and went out to feed the birds.

I’d emptied my pockets and was heading back to the house for more when I found Colm, lying face up on the ground next to his bike, with a big purple bruise on his forehead and his skin as pale and thin as paper.

On his chest, lying on the crest of his Man United football jersey, was another gift for me.

Feeling the bile burn in my throat, suddenly glad I hadn’t wanted any cake, I picked up the liquid sack of Connor Hagan’s eye and slipped it into my pocket, shoving the slick cord of the optic nerve in after it.

And then I started shouting for help.

“Ah you’re fucking joking!” I said, but no one was laughing. In fact everyone else in the room was suddenly very serious indeed – like birds waiting for the barely moving thing before them to sit still and become carrion.

“It’s just a wee parcel I’m asking you to help me deliver, Tonto,” Seamus said. “Would you not do this for me… and for the struggle?”

I bowed my head.

“Remember what the Brits did to my sister,” he said. “God rest her soul.”

“Don’t bring Ma into this!” My voice rose sharply and I looked up. Seamus met my gaze with a flat stare and dared me to hold it. I looked away, feeling the hot blood rush to my cheeks.

I was screwed. I could see from the look Seamus was giving me that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I was family, and that bought me some leeway, but Seamus couldn’t let anyone get away with anything that looked like defiance. He had a reputation to maintain. If I wasn’t careful, I’d be lying, blood-soaked and maimed, on the other side of that armoured door. Seamus wasn’t going to let a pup like me challenge him in front of the others, sister’s boy or not.

“The Brits’ll go through everything. You know what they’re like,” I whined. “They’re bound to find it.”

“Why would the Brits be interested in some fucking student?” Laughing-boy, the one I didn’t know, asked.

“Because I’m related to him,” I said, nodding at Seamus. “Fuckin’ twat!”

Laughing-boy stood up and took a step forward, his fists balled.

I pushed back my chair, rising to meet him.

“Stop,” Seamus barely whispered. We both froze.

“Sorry,” I said to Seamus. The other fella mumbled something and sat back down.

“Of course they’re going to check you, Tonto,” Seamus said. “Just stick the thing in one of your wee friends’ bags. What they don’t know, won’t hurt them.”

“If they get caught–”

I started to protest but Seamus cut me short.

“They won’t,” he said. “And if they do, sure I’ll look after them. They’ll be grand.”

He pushed the heavy thing across the table to me.

“Now do as you’re told and piss off out of my sight.”

I didn’t get to Cookstown or the disco. I met the lads at the bus station and told them they’d have to go without me. Paddy moaned for bit about ending up on his own but I mentioned Seamus and Aidan told him to shut up.

I watched the blue and white Ulsterbus pull out of the station and cross the old railway bridge. Aidan and Paddy sat in the back seats and made wanker gestures at me until they were out of sight. Then I went home.

I have collection spread in front of me now. If I concentrate hard, I can still feel the sense of security it once promised. I can still feel like someone is watching over me, that I am protected. But it’s getting harder. My dad calls it rubbish, and sometimes I can see it with his eyes.

This will be my last day in this house. Tomorrow I will leave for university. Tomorrow night I will be sleeping in a different country and I will be surrounded by people I was always told were my enemy. I know I won’t be able to come back, not for long time. Some part of me already knew that this was never going to be my home again and part of me can’t wait to get away.

And part of me does not want to go.

It’s the end of September. The summer has been long and hot and, even though you can already feel the days shortening, today has been warm. The evening sky is bright and sharp with only the spreading contrails of jets looping north on their way to America dividing up the expanse of deepening blue.

I wrap each piece of my collection carefully in sheets from yesterday’s copy of the Daily Mirror and place them in a plastic tub that used to be my Da’s lunchbox. Then I put the tub carefully in the centre of my rucksack so it will be safe on the journey.

I drag Seamus’s package out from beneath my bed. I hold it for a minute between two fingers, staring at it from different angles. How can something so small feel so massive? Just picking it off the table in O’Neill’s back bar has ruined me, changed the track of my life, and yet it hasn’t even been used. What more damage will be done if I follow Seamus’s orders?

I hate it. I hate him.

I put the thing down on the bed. Pick it up again. Put it down. I put on my coat then take the rag-wrapped thing and jam it into my inside pocket.

I have made a decision and I am relieved to find that I have no doubts.

I go down stairs, kiss the picture of my Ma in the hall, like I always do, and wish she was still here, like I always do. My Da’s there too, at the bottom of the stairs with the paper, heading to the toilet. I give him a hug as I go past and tell him I love him. His surprise quickly turns to fear.

“What’s going on?” I hear him say, but I’m outside before he can drag me back.

The rooks are coming home to roost, the first few already circling high above the woods, and tonight I want to watch them for the last time.

Al McCourt is sitting outside our house in an Austin Maestro that’s the colour of stale piss. He leans out the window, his face twisted into a smile.

“Going somewhere, Tonto?”

“Just going for a walk up in the woods,” I say, nodding to the hill. “You coming?”

Al eyes the hill suspiciously. The light is starting to fade. The dead eyes of the Hagan’s houses, long abandoned their gardens slowly being reclaimed by the wood, stare down at us. The gyring mass of birds is thickening.

Al knows those birds, knows how they flock, how they prey upon the people of the estate. And, because he recognises them, he fears them.

“Don’t you be playing any funny games,” he says.

I smile at him and turn away.

Let Al choose his own fate.

I am going to climb the hill into Hangman’s Wood and go to the spot where I found Colm Hagan. I want to see the King Rook. I’m bringing him a final offering, but this time I want to choose what I get in return.

I want him to let me go.

“King Rook” was first published in the Irish science fiction magazine Albedo One #45

KING ROOK was originally published on Welcome To My World

#Ireland #Short story

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solohux · 7 years ago

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Fluffy prompt: Hux doesn't want to be a stereotypical Omega, he's Emperor after all! He doesn't have time for all that. Then Techie & Matt visit with their newborns. Hux has changed his mind, but he can't admit it out loud. Kylo realises he needs to do the work for him

The staff of the royal palace of Emperor Hux wake to a glorious and cold day on Tsudius Prime, all ready to give their best for their ruler and his new empire.

But today is no ordinary day. The kitchen workers and the guards and troops are bustling around the palace before the suns have risen, wanting today to be perfect. Today, the Emperor’s brother is arriving for his seven-day stay at the palace, and he’s bringing along his husband and his two newborn twins, prince and princess of the New Empire.

Hux watches the gardeners work from his balcony, sitting outside with his cup of tea to greet the morning suns. He grabs the little pink pill that’s on his saucer and swallows it hard with his tea; his heat suppressant medication for the day.

Before he can contemplate what that little pill is doing to his insides, two hands place themselves on his shoulders and a kiss is set upon his head. Hux smiles.

“Good morning,” Kylo says, silk robe blowing in the wind as he comes to lean over the balcony rail. “You’re up early.”

Hux hums in agreement, drinking his tea, “I wanted to ensure everything is perfect for Techie and Matt’s arrival. They’re staying for a week and I want them to be comfortable. And have enough supplies for their children.”

“I can’t wait to see them,” Kylo says, and Hux feels a wave of excitement emit through their bond. “The holos that Matt sent were perfect. They’ve already got tufts of blonde hair.”

Hux looks down, unable to look at the smile on Kylo’s face at the mere thought of being near pups. He’d made it very clear from the offset of their relationship that he couldn’t risk being bred and taint the fierce reputation he’s been working to build since he decided at 17 years old that he wouldn’t be a typical omega.

And that means not having pups, not even Kylo’s.

But Hux can see the sparkle in the alpha’s eyes every time he comes into contact with a child, like a protective instinct consumes him and turns him into the softest monster the galaxy has ever seen.

Meeting Techie’s and Matt’s twins is no exception.

The mated pair arrive later that morning on their own shuttle, each carrying a swaddled baby in their arms whilst holding onto each other, ascending the steps of the palace with smiles on their faces, capes flowing behind them. An omega and an alpha, Techie and Matt bow before Emperor Hux and Hound Kylo, but the formalities are lost as soon as they’re alone in their private drawing room.

“I’ve missed you, big brother,” Techie says, sinking into Hux’s embrace.

“It’s been too long, my young one,” Hux holds his forehead against Techie’s, closing his eyes and relishing in his brother’s familiar scent. “Though, perhaps not so young anymore. You’ve got a family of your own now.”

The baby in Techie’s arms sleeps silently, wrapped in her purple blanket, as she’s introduced to her uncles, her royal extended family.

“This is Fleur,” Techie says. “And that’s Luca.”

He turns and points to Matt, inclining his head to the baby swaddled in red, the one that Kylo is already fussing over.

“Congratulations, brother,” Hux nods, absently catching Kylo rolling his eyes at the formality.

Teas, juices and a small breakfast buffet is brought in for them a few minutes later once they’re all settled and the grand fire is roaring in the fireplace, and both pups are awake and wanting food.

“Bottle feeding doesn’t create a bond like natural feeding does,” Techie says, testing the temperature of the bottled milk on his wrist. “But complications sorta arose after they were born and I couldn’t breastfeed them. I can’t say that I’m not disappointed.”

Techie sits down on the luscious black couch with Fleur in his arms as Matt rocks a full-bellied Luca behind him, setting a reassuring hand on his omega’s shoulder.

His brother is in good hands, Hux thinks, being able to feel Techie’s calmness radiating from his aura. But he finds himself keeping a distance from the scene, away from the pups, quietly fearful of something. Instead, he stands at the window, watching instead of participating.

“There isn’t much support for that sort of stuff,” Kylo says, sitting down next to Techie on the couch as he begins feeding Fleur, rocking her. “Bottle feeding is just as good as natural feeding.”

“Since when do you know so much about what’s best for a newborn pup?” Hux asks, unable to keep the sharpness from his tone.

Kylo shoots him a glare. “Since you told me your brother and his pups were coming. One of us had to make the effort with them.”

Hux scowls. If Techie and Matt weren’t here, he’s sure he and Kylo would be arguing right now.

“W-would you like to try holding her, Kylo?” Techie asks, obviously sensing the growing tension between the two mates.

“I…I don’t know,” Kylo runs his palms anxiously on his thighs. “Sure. I guess, yeah.”

Hux watches as Techie, a shy and soft omega, hands his newborn daughter to the most feared alpha in the galaxy, and he looks at her with the gentlest eyes Hux has ever seen his mighty Hound wear.

“Hello,” Kylo whispers, holding out his forefinger and tapping it against her little hand. “Fleur. Little one.”

The baby makes a tiny murmuring sound and seems to shuffle in closer to Kylo’s chest, and Techie smiles.

“She likes you,” he says, kissing the tuft of blonde hair on her head. “She doesn’t just fall asleep on anyone! You’ve got a paternal touch, Kylo! Hasn’t he, Armie?”

But Hux is too busy staring at his mate. Everything else seems to blur, fading out into incoherence, leaving only Kylo and the pup glowing to Hux’s eyes. He steps closer to the couch, fingers flexing in his white gloves, wondering what it would be like to have a baby of their own, to see the sparkle in Kylo’s eyes and know that it’s the result of him being in love with their own newborn.

“Here,” Matt’s voice brings Hux out of his daydream for a moment. “Luca wants to know his uncle.”

“Uh…”

But the sleeping baby boy is placed in Hux’s arms before he can protest and Matt is stepping back, aiding Techie in standing from the couch and leaving the emperor and his Hound with their newborn niece and nephew.

Luca sleeps on as Hux shuffles closer to Kylo, their arms touching as both rock their children gently, keeping them calm.

Hux sighs. How can something so small and delicate possibly taint his reputation? How will being filled with Kylo’s seed change his strong appearance or alter the way he runs his royal court? As if pregnancy is an easy feat anyway; only the bravest and strongest of omegas can survive it.

A content hum comes from Techie, and Hux looks up, seeing his brother and his alpha mate hugging tightly, both watching over their pups like proud parents.

Hux looks at Kylo, who’s beautifully transfixed by the little bundle in his arms, and everything else falls into place in that moment.

That’s it, Hux thinks. He wants one, he wants a pup of his own, he wants to give Kylo the chance to be a father and a protector; a chance that his fierce alpha so obviously wants.

A chance that Hux now realises that he wants too.

#kylux #omega Hux #omega techie #mpreg #i hope this is okay!#it's been in my inbox a while sorry!!!!#m:writing

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 106 prt 1

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Keith didn’t know what to do now that Lance had been fed and showered. Lance had wanted to use the bathroom, against Coran’s recommendations, leading to him throwing up on his blankets and Coran admitting maybe he hadn’t thought about that side of things. Lance distressed as Keith shot Coran an angry glare over his lover’s head, before he helped Lance in the bathroom, while the sheets were changed, his boyfriend too tired to be embarrassed. Keith kind of had an opener at the fact that Lance didn’t much strength after what had happened. That scared him. Lance always bounced back. He’d been out of it for days with Matt, but a good feed and some snuggles had perked him back up. If Lance was going to be this weak, there was no way he could go back to Garrison where his bedroom was upstairs. Lance had probably already foreseen this, because his boyfriend was stupidly smart.

Bringing Lance scrubs to change into, Keith dressed him, then helped him into bed. Kissing his boyfriend’s forehead, Lance smiled at him. His idiot crumpet knew what he was thinking, pursing his lips for his leaving kiss. Kissing him softly, Lance hummed at him sweetly. If he kept this up, he wasn’t going to be able to leave

“I’m going to head back to the apartment, I’ll bring you back some of my clothes”

“Okay... I’ll be here... don’t worry”

“Idiot. I’m always going to worry. Do you want anything else?”

“No... I’m gonna try and sleep”

“I’ll take good care of him. I’ll call if anything happens”

“Alright. I don’t think I’ll be that long. Get some sleep, babe. I love you”

“I love you, too. Take your time, I’ll be here”

Keith nearly turned back half a dozen times on the jog home. He was going to be a dad and that wasn’t part of his life plans. He didn’t know he should be excited, or if he really should be telling Shiro, which was why had to. His brother had been his support for so long. He couldn’t shut him out of this. Reaching the apartment, he had to knock as his stuff was still at VOLTRON in the lockers, Shiro opened the door expression filling with relief. He should feel awful for letting his brother sleep on the floor, but that didn’t matter as his brother pulled him in for a hug. Kosmo coming flying with a scampering of nails on the floor, trying to climb up his leg for attention

“Welcome home, kiddo”

Parting form the hug, everything from the last 17 hours catching up to him. Squatting down he picked up his puppy, holding him tightly. He’d always be Keith’s baby boy, no matter if he was starting to get to be an armful

“Thanks. I left my stuff at work”

“All good, come on in. How’s Lance?”

There was that question. That heavy question that he couldn’t avoid

“Um... I... uh, we better sit down. Are we alone here?”

Keith’s gaze flicked to Shiro’s open bedroom door

“Matt’s at his parents, Curtis went with him to make sure he’ll be okay. Rieva’s got work, but she left some chocolates for Lance and took care of cleaning the house up for him. Coran gave us an update this morning that Lance was doing better”

“No one else is here?”

“I don’t know who else you’re expecting”

“You’re not funny. This is serious”

His brother finally put on his “Serious Dad Face”

“Then we better sit down”

All Kosmo wanted was Keith love and attention. He didn’t want to sit quietly in Keith’s lap. He hadn’t been able to talk Kosmo as much as he needed, and it showed in his hyperactivity. Still, a happy Kosmo meant he didn’t have to look his brother in the face. He knew he was going to be angry at them

“Keith, you said you we had to sit. We’re sitting. What’s going on with Lance?”

Fuck. Here it was...

“You know how Lance had a bad reaction to the contraceptive?”

“Yeah, kiddo. Did something else happen?”

“You could say it happened before that... and we don’t know how it happened, and I know you’re going to be angry, but we didn’t mean for it to happen and this is all a mess but basically I guess I’m going to be a father... if Lance keeps it... I know we’ve been a thing since May and after the scare we wanted to wait and we didn’t think and it wasn’t on purpose and Lance wasn’t trying to hide it...”

Shiro slumped back against the sofa, covering his face with his hands and rubbing at his eyes with his finger tips. Keith was tearing up from his word vomit

“How?”

Defeatedly he sniffled sadly

“We don’t know. I know you think... I know you don’t think we’re careful but we were... Lance would have freaked if we weren’t and he... he had no idea. Coran didn’t test... because we’ve been careful”

“Are you sure it’s not another scare?”

His brother sounded hopeful, crushing Keith with his tone. Keith mumbling, feeling like a kid dragged before the principal for bad behaviour when he technically hadn’t done anything wrong

“Coran performed an ultrasound this morning... he says Lance is about 4 weeks. He doesn’t know if the pregnancy is viable because of all the blood Lance lost”

Shiro sighed heavily

“Four weeks... normally people don’t tell anyone until 12 weeks, miscarriages are most common before then. Has... is... do you know what you want to do?”

Keith shook his head

“Lance is still tired from yesterday. He’s taking a nap... I know you’re mad. I know we fucked up, but I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what a family is meant to be like. I have you. You weren’t a baby I had to raise. You saved me... and gave me a home... and I don’t want to be like Krolia. I don’t want to... have to leave them behind for their safety... I feel sick... like I can’t breathe. It’s a baby... and Lance has to stay under observation because he could still lose it... He’s been through enough”

Grabbing him by the shoulder, Shiro pulled him up against him

“I might be mad, but I’m never not going to be here when you need me”

“I don’t know what to do! I never passed highschool! I don’t have a lot of money. Lance is better off and more educated than I’ll ever be! What if this pregnancy fucks him up? What if his body can’t support it? What if I lose him? I can’t let him go home if he can’t even hold my hand properly. And what about the baby? We were so messed up, and that was... that was a false alarm! Where do we live? What about Lotor? What about what’s happening? I don’t know what to do”

Shiro rocked him gently as Keith melted down. Kosmo trying to get his attention, but instead had to pat himself against Keith’s limp hand

“It’s a lot, but you’re going to work this out. You and Lance are okay. Lance is probably in the best place he can be. Did you see the ultrasound? We’re you there for it?”

Keith nodded, hiccuping as he tried to sniffle up his breath through his nose

“I don’t know how a tiny black dot is supposed to be a baby. We used condoms. I pulled out. Lance would remember if we didn’t...”

Shiro didn’t need the details, cutting him off before he got them. They’d been pretty intense, Lance trying to show him how much he loved and needed him, Keith somewhat high and needing his boyfriend to feel that he was alive and hadn’t left him.

“Okay. Shhh, you’re okay. What’s happened has happened. What did Coran say?”

Too much about some things and not enough about the others. Keith envied how calm Shiro was able to make himself sound

“Last night he was running tests but he didn’t mention them this morning. He was more concerned with the ultrasound... he said... it happened around the time of the accident”

His brother kissed his hair. Shiro knowing made it all so real and heavy. He was potentially going to be a dad. He and Lance had been dating since May... Keith’s birthday was approaching too fast. At this rate he wouldn’t be able to have time off work for his birthday... not with being there for Lance and making sure he was resting and eating. Shiro spelled things out bluntly

“The moment my back was turned you both dove into bed, passionate to show each other you’re alive, and you made a baby. I hate to say it, kiddo, you probably got too caught in the heat of the moment to think things through. Are you staying?”

Possibly? Maybe? Probably... It had been... kind of hot and they’d definitely been caught up in the moment...

“Lance told me not to worry... but I feel like shit being away from him. I haven’t even thanked you for staying last night... I... I’m a bad brother... you can’t tell the others. Please. Not until... he might still loose it... we... haven’t talked properly. I upset him. Coran said no stress and I thought... he said I had to go talk to you and I thought he was trying to kick me out because he didn’t want me now he had the baby...”

“You’re an idiot. Lance would walk through hell if it meant seeing you. He adores you”

“And I love him... but I don’t know how a baby fits into this”

“I’ll support you. Support you both, however I can”

“But... he’s probably going to have to stay here, because he’s got stairs and he’s so weak and I don’t want you feeling out of place in your own home”

“Keith, we will work this out. What do you really want? Forget everything complicated for the moment. What do you honestly want?”

“To be with him”

“And the baby?”

“I don’t want, but maybe? I just... I have no idea what I’m doing”

“Let me tell you a little secret, no parent does. I didn’t know how to look after you when I met you, and look at us now. We worked it out together”

“Yeah, with Adam...”

“Adam wouldn’t want you to be sad. He’d probably kick your arse and tell you to face this head on, but he’d be so proud of you. So proud”

“For getting my boyfriend pregnant?”

Adam would have kicked his arse for being irresponsible... Then he would have insisted the sit down and form a plan for what comes next. Shiro would scold him when he was being to blunt... but they’d been... They’d pretty much been the best stand in parents... despite the times Keith felt like he was the third wheel.

Kissing his hair, his brother ignored what he’d said

“For letting yourself finally chase something that makes you truly happy. This won’t be easy, but you have all of us. Lance can stay here as often and as much as he needs. I imagine you’ll worry a lot less”

“He has a whole life in Garrison. He’s been fighting his hardest to get that life back”

“He’s been fighting his hardest to have you in his life and to be with you. You’re not taking anything away from him. You’re not taking his life away from him. He adores you, kiddo. He’s proud of you. This baby, that doesn’t mean he loves you less”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m certain. Now, what do you want to do?”

“I... feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop and Lance to miscarry”

“And if that happens, we’ll all be here. But until then, and hell, it might not happen at all, you’re allowed to be excited”

A baby with Lance. That... he’d entertained the idea mentally. He’d felt that need that Lance felt during sex. Lance would make an amazing father. He had so much patience and so much to give. That it was his baby... he couldn’t... he didn’t want to abandon it. He didn’t want Lance to lose it. His eyes widening as he realised that’s what it really came down to. He wasn’t ready, but he... a kid with Lance. A warm and happy family. Lance waiting for him to come home. He could almost see it now, without the intrusive thoughts. This was his kid. Their kid. Something of the both of them that hadn’t been planned but now it existed he wanted them to live...

“You’ve made up your mind”

“I don’t... I think I...”

“You’re going to be a dad. And an amazing dad at that. Even better I get to be the awesome uncle. I can’t wait to show them my bobble head collection”

Oh lord. The jokes had started

“You’re not teaching my kid to be lame like you”

“You and Lance are lame enough to do that yourself. Now, are you staying?”

“I want to head back. Even if he’s sleeping, I want to be there”

“Alright, kiddo. I have to catch up with Matt and Curtis, they’re talking with Sam. He actually helped develop a program for VOLTRON that decrypts dead languages. He didn’t even realise at the time until he was approached for more work from private parties. That’s how he knows. He told Colleen about it. She grows a lot of herbs for the medicine used for werewolves. I had no clue at all. I just thought he was slightly weird because he had Matt and Katie for kids”

That explained a lot. Keith didn’t really know Pidge’s parents. He did know Colleen liked plants and Sam was some kind of engineering genius. Coran would want the best, even if it meant out sourcing

“Pidge would kill you if you called her Katie”

“I know. Do you need help?”

“Nah. I’m going to grab a shower and some clothes. I was thinking of taking Kosmo to visit”

“Lance would like that. You get ready and I’ll drop you off on the way”

Lance was right about him talking to Shiro. His brother was far cooler and more mature than he’d tell him. Shiro was always there when he needed him

“Thanks... thanks, Shiro. I... really can’t thank you for everything you’ve done for me...”

“Hey, we’re brothers. No matter what happens, you’ll always be my little brother”

Lance was awake when Keith come back, his boyfriend poking at the food in front of him. The fork dropping out his hand at the sight of Kosmo. Krolia hadn’t said much as he’d left the first time, just asking him to let her know if he needed anything, then telling him to call her when he was ready to leave when he came back

“It’s my fur son!”

He seemed perkier. Keith didn’t even get a hello. Kosmo pulling on his lead to get to Lance

“I thought you’d like a visit and I thought you’d be sleeping”

Lance nodded, then wrinkled his nose up

“Coran woke me up, apparently I have to have lunch early”

Nope, Lance wasn’t perkier. He sounded exhausted, the perk limited to his excitement over seeing Kosmo. Though, he was probably also nervous over what Keith had talked to Shiro about. Moving the hospital table out the way, Keith then hefted Kosmo up, keeping his arms around his chest so he wouldn’t just jump on Lance.

Lance got plenty of licks off Kosmo, Kosmo straining for more pats

“I think he missed you”

“I think he’s best boy. He can have my lunch”

“No. You have to have your lunch. He’s going back down until he settles”

Lance pouted, Keith lifting Kosmo down off the bed, then moving the hospital table back into place. Lance’s lunch didn’t look terrible. At one stage it’d been a salad

“I really don’t want to eat it all...”

“It’s good for you, and the baby”

Lance blinked at him at the word “baby”, sighing heavily as he made a show of picking up his fork

“Fine. Just maybe find a bucket?”

“Your stomach still unsettled?”

“A bit. That and when you know you’re going to throw up again... I mean, it has to come up, but usually I’m not on display. It’d be nice if it could just stay down until I’m ready to deal with it”

“Yeah. That doesn’t sound fun, but I’m back. I got you a some of my clothes”

Keith wasn’t sure what he’d shoved into his backpack. He’d just grabbed whatever looked comfortable and a towel so Lance wouldn’t have to use one of the ones there

“Thanks... you didn’t have to come back so soon”

“It’s fine”

“Not when you’ve been crying... Did... did talking to Shiro go alright?”

Keith nodded. It’d been better than expected and helped him pull his head in

“Yeah. I told him. It was... you were right”

“Sometimes that happens. I’m sorry if he was mad”

“Nah. He’s like over the moon and said some stuff that helped. He said you can stay with us as much as you like”

Lance bit his bottom lip. Keith didn’t know what he’d said wrong, but tears were forming in Lance’s eyes

“Babe?”

“I can’t believe I didn’t know”

Oh. Lance had been beating himself up again... Keith letting go of Kosmo’s lead in favour of holding Lance’s free hand

“You couldn’t have”

“I still feel like... like I should have. Lotor kept saying “someone in my situation”... he must have already known... I didn’t even notice my scent changing”

“Lotor is a dick. He was probably just trying to mess with your head. There’s no way I’m letting him near you, or our baby”

“So... does... do you...?”

“If you’re asking me, I’m behind whatever you decide. Shiro calmed me down... he said he’d support us whatever we chose and I... that I’m allowed to feel what I’m feeling”

“I’m glad you know what you’re feeling, I feel like a mess”

Keith squeezed Lance’s hand carefully

“To me you kind of feel like the man I love. Rieva left some chocolates with Shiro. She had to go back to work”

“I need to apologise to her, and to Matt”

“We’ll get there. For now you need to eat”

“I was really hoping you’d forget about that”

“You can hope all you like, buddy. If you eat your salad you can have the chocolate”

“You’re holding my chocolate captive?”

“Only until you’ve at least tried to eat the salad”

“Picking me already... you’re not supposed to be mean to pregnant people”

“You’re different. I don’t care about them. I care about you”

“Fine. Ugh... I wonder if Coran try making smoothies. I wonder if it’ll stay down if there’s blood in there”

“You haven’t tried it before?”

“Nope. Sounded gross and creepy. Oh, he’s coming back soon. I get to be stabbed. Yay”

Keith jerked slightly. He didn’t like the idea of Lance being stabbed. Coran already took samples. What else did he want?

“What’s that meant to mean?”

“Vitamin shots. For all I’ve been throwing up, and that. My levels aren’t awful, but he’s in full “Doctor” mode”

“That makes sense. Now, eat. Then we can cuddle and you can get some sleep”

“You need sleep too. You’re exhausted and I can tell, so don’t try say you’re not”

“If you’re a good boy and eat your lunch, then I’ll sleep up next to you. Deal?”

Lance sighed at him. Keith sympathetic. Eating when you knew you were going to throw it up after days of throwing up didn’t sound fun. From here on out Lance would be doing all the hard bit of the pregnancy. All he’d would be able to support Lance the best he could

“Deal”

Kosmo took it upon himself to try to destroy the room as Lance slowly ate his lunch. He didn’t find a bucket, but he did find disposable vomit bags in one of the cupboards, Lance seeming self conscious about eating in front of him. They’d already gotten to the cuddles by the time Coran came back. Kosmo making himself at home on Lance’s right side, Keith on the left where he was conscious of the cannula in his boyfriend’s arm. The best was hardly big enough for the two of them, let alone Kosmo who liked to sleep on his back with everything on display.

“Keith, good to see you back, my boy. And Lance, I see you ate. Excellent. Normally dog’s aren’t allowed up on the bed, but I think we can make an exception for Kosmo. Now. Have you two had a chance to have a little chat about what you want to do?”

Keith was the one snuggled up against Lance the best he could be. It was easier for Lance that way, as he didn’t have to bend his arm to cuddle

“We’re...”

Lance sounded hesitant. Like he didn’t know what to say or how to say it. Keith manning up. He got that his boyfriend would be nervous when Coran could be so damn weird

“I’ve told Lance I support him and our baby, no matter what happens”

Coran clapped his hands together as he beamed from the foot of Lance’s bed

“Excellent. No matter what happens, you both have my support. Has Lance told you about the injection?”

“Yeah. It’s because he can’t keep food down, isn’t it?”

Coran nodded quickly

“Indeed. I’ll be giving him injections over the next few days and monitoring his bloods. I’ll also be giving you a list of things I want him to take when he leaves. Fresh blood would help a lot, and I want you two to have a serious talk about that. There are a lot of unknown factors in this pregnancy, so we’ll all need to work as a team. I’m going to keep Lance here for about a week. Then I want him to spend the next week close to Platt where we can get him help if anything were to happen. I’ll have a word with our Shiro about what to look out for, and a word to both of you, closer to discharge time. You have found out rather early, and in a rather unpleasant way. It grieves me deeply I let this happen, but finding out so soon means we can make real progress on stabilising both Lance and your child. Now, Lance, your blood levels weren’t bad, the transfusions would have helped with that, but you’re not out of the woods just yet my boy. Any cramping or bleeding could be a sign of loss. I want you to be honest. Not speaking up will only serve to hurt you and your baby”

They both hand their hands resting on Lance’s belly. Keith’s on top of Lance’s. The vampire moving his hand slightly as he rubbed at the nonexistent swell

“I... yeah. I get it... I’m still really tired and I threw up lunch before you got here”

“Would you say it was sooner or later than you’d normally throw up?”

“About the same? The nausea is better than yesterday. I spent most of the morning on the bathroom floor”

“Excellent. I’ve been adding blood to everything administer. Now, you may develop some sensitivity as the pregnancy progresses. The child is mostly human after all. I want to take a few samples from you Keith. Just as a sample data. That can wait for now. Right. I’ll give you this injection and get out of your way until dinner time. Don’t you worry about Miriam either. I’ve given her a call, and I’ll pop round to see her tomorrow”

“Can she come?”

Lance’s question was directed at both of them. Keith nuzzling into his boyfriend’s chest

“Babe. You don’t need to ask me. She’s your mum. It’s okay to want her here”

Coran’s smile lessened a little

“I’m sorry that’ll have to wait until you’ve regained some of your strength. It’s taxing enough on you, as well as controlling your ego. Rest today, then I’ll bring her by tomorrow”

Lance’s body seemed to slump without moving. He might not be close to Krolia, but Mami meant the world to Lance. If Lance needed her there, he’d pick her up himself

“I understand”

He shouldn’t have to

“I know this is hard. Krolia questioned me already over your condition. She was quite angry at being able to help. Until I’m certain there won’t be a mishap, we must air on the side of caution. If Keith was not your partner I wouldn’t have allowed him to stay as it was”

“You let everyone visit last night”

There was bite Keith’s tone as he pointed out the obvious

“As Lance was sleeping...”

“Babe, it’s okay. He knows that if something did happen, I’d be devastated. If he says it’s safer for us to wait, then I’ll have to be patient”

“It’s not fair”

“It’s not, but I’ve got you... honestly, I’d probably sleep through her visiting. The pair of us would be snoring our heads off. Coran can I have that injection now? I wanna take a nap”

Lance was trying to hard. If he could see his boyfriend’s face he knew he’d see that fake smile. This sucked

“Sure, my boy. Just a quick jab and then I’ll be on my way”

As quick as Coran appeared he was gone again. Keith still mad at him, and Lance knew it

“Babe, it’s okay”

“It’s not. She’s your mum. You should be able to have your mum here. You don’t have to hide how much you want her”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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Epilogue: It’s Our Anniversary PI

CAMILA

Looking next to me I smiled at the sight of Dre knocked out. Today is a very special and important day for us because it’s June 21. Which means it’s our anniversary. I’ve got something planned for this husband of mine and I’m so anxious to see his face when I surprise him. He has no idea what I’ve been up to and honestly I wish he did to take off some of this anxiety off my shoulders.

Taking a deep breath I very carefully got out of bed and tiptoed to our bathroom to freshen myself up. With the door closed I flipped the lights on and began to prep myself for the long day ahead of me. Anytime an intimate celebration occurs like birthdays, anniversaries, Father’s Day, Mother’s Day, and Valentine’s Day, Dre is always super horny. Normally he’s got stamina to last a lifetime. However on those specific days, he’s got the energy for sex of like three adolescent boys who all just learned how to achieve an orgasm. It’s nothing to complain about being that I’ve grown to be so infatuated with sex now that I have one consistent man in my life.

All week long I’ve been taking care of myself and my body so I can be perfect in my own mind. I know that no one is actually perfect but I like to at least feel perfect for my man, especially when he really needs some good loving. I spoke with Matt about the day I have planned and they agreed to keep the kids. A huge wave of relief washed over me when she said yes to my request. I love my kids more than I love myself but today is about their father and I. With that being said I need today to go as close to perfect as it can.

Finishing up in the bathroom I crept over to the closet to find something to wear. Shutting the door quietly I flipped the switch and watched the room light up. As I was pacing back and forth in front of my clothes in nothing but a pair of Dre’s briefs I realized the dogs haven’t gone out this morning. Grabbing one of Andre’s flannels I slipped into it and quietly left the room. Last year on Kenja’s birthday and Jorden’s birthday Andre brought home puppies. Both are full bred Pitbulls who have gotten so big! The kids fell in love with the puppies so quickly, I had to say yes to keeping them in our home.

Opening the door to the girl's room I saw Brix and Blu laying on the bed asleep. I stepped into the room and Blu opened one eye and looked my way. “Outside?” I said. He jumped off the bed and Brix was soon to follow. I was pleased to find out they were brothers. It made me feel good they weren’t separated as babies. “Downstairs, go.” Closing the girl’s room door I followed behind them to the living room. They were both excited to go outside telling me they must have been holding in their business. As soon as the back door opened they both ran to their personalized spots. The weather feels good outside but I don’t want to leave the boys out here all day while they’re gone. I’ll probably have them stay in the spare room daddy set up just for them.

Brix came back over first showing me lots of love. “Good morning Brixy..” I squatted down to his level returning the affection and earning even more back. I love our dogs so much. They’re both so protective of the kids and that’s why Andre brought them home to begin with. Once the boys know you and don’t feel you are a threat to them, they’re super friendly. But if new people come around, Brix and Blu never leave the kids side. And Jorden gets followed everywhere because he’s technically still the baby. Blu joined in our little pow wow and soon they were hyped up on energy.

“Come on, it’s time to eat. Go inside.” Standing up and opening the door I waved them inside. They ran upstairs to the kitchen with me trailing behind. Like clockwork and due to excellent training they waited next to their bowls sitting patiently and quietly. After the boys were fed I resumed the start to my day, back in the closet. I didn’t want the dogs to wake up Andre so I shut our bedroom which they hate. Standing in front of my clothes I thought over what to wear until tonight. I’ve got a busy day planned for us. My outfit for tonight while we’re out is crazy sexy. So I wanna stay low key until the sun goes down.

Throwing on something casual I slapped myself in the forehead at how long I’ve been wasting time. Pushing my feet into my NMD’s I rushed out of the closet to find Dre to work tossing and turning.

“Baby..” He groaned feeling around for me.

Covering my mouth to muffle my laughter I walked over to the bed and ran my finger down the sole of his foot.

“Where are you?” He groaned again before sitting up and turning over. He met my eyes then moved down my body. “You leaving?” Dre rubbed his eye and reached over to the grab his phone off the headboard. When his screen lit his face up he slowly looked up at me and frowned.

“Don’t look like that baby.” I cooed walking around to his side and standing next to him.

“Where are you going this early?” He sniffled, tossing his phone on the bed and lifted me onto his lap.

“Take care of a few things, I’ll be back in a little while.” I said, kissing his cheek. He caught me and captured my lips taking me by surprise. He left sometime between after I fell asleep and before I woke up. I can tell because I can still taste the cranberry juice he had too. He never skips that morning cup. That’s his own personal coffee.

Without a word he laid me on my back and took my sneakers off. He then hurriedly ripped my jeans off of me. He did a small stretch and literally dove face first in between my legs. To say I wasn’t surprised would be a lie when in deed I am shocked.

“Don’t stop..” I moaned grabbing my hair and completely messing it up. Rotating and swirling my hips all on his face to truly savor this feeling.

“Pussy dripping like a faucet.” I heard him say against my flesh. Him shaking his head backwards and forth quickly had my legs rising in the air.

“Babe, I’m coming back, it’s not like I’m leaving forever..shit.” I panted feeling my throat dry up. I tried not feed into his way of keeping me stuck in bed but my goodness, I just might have to.

Dre pushed on with his pleasant assault and ended up fucking me on the couch. He just got his first nut off for today and now we’re laid out on top of each other. Lifting my face out of his chest I looked up to see him already looking at me.

“Hi.” I managed to get one word out and it has be something as plain as ‘hi’.

“Hey, you still trying to leave?” He asked, sitting up and stretching his arms above his head.

“Well yeah but the way you make it sound makes me not want to go. Go get in the shower and get yourself together. I’ll be back in like an hour or so.” Sitting up I pushed my hair back and searched around for my clothes.

When I realized my clothes were all the way across the room I frowned. This is our new home and it fits our family so perfectly. It’s a little big for my liking but with three kids and two full grown dogs, we fill up the space just fine. So much has happened since we got married and I swear I can’t keep up with the changes sometimes. It’s like this deep rooted voice that will never go away or make you forget about it, that is constantly trying to keep you sane. That voice is telling to step back and really pay attention to what events occur in my life. Things are never too good for too long.

Shaking my head to rid the negative thoughts from my mind I looked back at him. He was analyzing my every move. I felt it the entire time I was just zoned out a minute ago.

“What’s wrong now?” He sighed, standing up and bringing me with him.

“Nothing.” I lied as he hoisted me up to carry me to the bed.

“Talk to me. What’s bothering my beautiful wife?” He asked, rubbing my lower back as he walked to the room. I laid my head on his shoulder and lazily threw my arms around his neck.

“It’s nothing I want you worry about.” I mumbled in a childlike voice.

Dre chuckled at me sounding like a child and set me on the edge of the bed. He went into the bathroom and stood at the sink, starting to brush his teeth, surely for the second time.

“You took the boys out already?” He asked.

“Yes. They’ve already eaten too.” I replied. Throwing my body back on my bed I shifted my head away from the puddle I left from earlier. As I was watching the fan blades spin I zoned out again listening to Dre busy himself. I really hate to be such a negative minded woman especially since I have so much to be grateful for. However, I really can’t shake this damn voice. It’s become the chip on my shoulder that won’t lighten its load.

Lifting my left hand in the air I mentally drooled at my left hand. When Andre slid that ring on my finger on our actual wedding day, he blew me the hell away. My engagement ring was just the warm up and but paired with my wedding ring, the combination is a beautiful one.

I hate that I feel so materialistic over a rock but because these rocks came from the man I love so dearly, I’ll cherish them forever. Your girl was on cloud nine when Dre proposed because of the way he did it. He had the girls involved and being pregnant with Jo at that time made the moment feel that much more special to me. I still have everything that I’ve ever wanted out of life.

“Happy anniversary baby.” Dre spoke out of nowhere. Dropping my hand I looked over towards the bathroom and saw him leaning against the bed pole with a bag in his hand.

Sitting up in my spot I felt my heart thumping in my chest the closer he walked over to me.

“What’s this?” I asked in a hushed tone.

Dre sat next to me and emptied the bag to pull out two little square shaped boxes. Tucking my hair behind my ear I patiently waited as he opened one box and then the other. My eyes widened seeing six micro diamond eternity bands. Three rose gold and three silver rings sat beautifully in their boxes.

“I remember you showing me a ring similar to this one a long time ago. I never mentioned them before because I figured you had forgotten these and it just so happen the situation turned out well for me.” He said, setting the boxes aside and running his hand across my thigh. “Thank you for everything. We’ve been putting up with each other for how long now? About six..seven years? Damn that’s a long ass time. I know I may say this a lot but I owe it all you Cam I really do. You have saved my life in more ways than one and in return I hope I’ve at least given you half of that. No matter what, I’m always going to love you. You have my heart forever.” Dre preached sounding a bit choked up.

“Aw baby..” Moaning at much of a softy this man is I threw myself onto him and wrapped my arms around him tightly. “Thank you. They’re so beautiful but they’re perfect because they came from you.” Kissing the side of his neck I lifted my head. “Te quiero con todo mi corazon..” I beamed.

“I love you more baby girl.” We leaned in simultaneously and as soon as our lips touched, my mind was only focused on one thing now.

Stepping out of the car and locking it I walked into the dealership looking around for Allan. Not seeing him or hearing his voice I walked over to the desk that wasn’t too far ahead of me.

“How can I help you today miss?” The older woman asked kindly.

“I have an appointment with Allan at one but I’m here earlier than expected so I was wondering if could I see him.” The lady penciled me in and called a number and escorted me to wait for Allan.

While I sat, I gawked at my new rings watching the sunlight bounce off of them. I tilted my hand in different directions to see which would make the rings shine the best.

“Ah, Camila, it’s so nice to see you again.” A voice spoke to me. Looking up to see Allan walking toward me. Standing up in my seat I met him halfway for a proper side hug.

“Allan, finally! How’s the car?” I want to jump right into this last meeting with him. He and I have been meeting twice a week for the last month to discuss the surprise I have for Dre. Ever since I’ve know Dre, he’s been a car man. Right now he’s got a Jaguar XF, a Lexus RC F, and a truck that I’ve forgotten the name of which is at his mom’s house.

“It’s all ready to go. He still doesn’t know yet?” Allan led me back to his office and shut the door, going around to sit at his computer.

“No clue. He’s going to lose his damn mind when he sees this car.” I’m beaming with excitement. I can’t wait to drive papi’s new car back to the house and surprise him with it. Dre has been going on and on about how badly he wants to a Maserati. He’s been working so hard day in and day out and I know he’s probably forgotten about the car.

So as an anniversary gift to him I got him a 2017 Maserati Quattroporte GTS. The car is customized from the hood down to the engine. Allan really broke down the basics of car mechanics and the parts during this little project. I still can’t hold a conversation about cars but I know a little more thanks to him. Allan got the final paperwork squared away and I made my last payment on the car. The car is paid in full so the only thing Dre has to pay for is the maintenance, gas and insurance.

Once we finished up in the office Allan went over a little more about what new changes were made to the car as we walked to the back. Dre has two favorite colors. Royal blue and orange. The paint on the car is royal blue. That is not an upfront option when choosing this particular Maserati model. I paid extra to get that perfect shade of blue. The factory interior is mostly a chestnut brown with a black dash and wood grain along the doors and around the gear shift. But me knowing that Dre wants his dream car to be an actual dream, I got that changed too so it’s all made from vegan leather. The seats are coated in a beautiful orange color. The bottom part of the dash going across the glove box is laack and everything behind the steering wheel is orange. His steering wheel is mostly black with that same royal blue on the sides for better grip. I got them cushioned since that’s what Dre likes.

On the headrests, the Maserati logo was hand stitched in blue thread. I even convinced the mechanic I hand picked, Xavier, to add in LED interior lights that only activate when it’s nighttime. They’re blue of course. We made it to the back so Allan suggested I stay outside so he can drive the car out of the garage.

“Oh gosh I’m nervous.” I mumbled, looking over at Xavier.

“Yo this car is one of my favorites. You picked some amazing colors to customize this car with. It’s fucking beautiful. Dre is a lucky ass man. He’s gonna be so damn happy to driving this.” Xavier said coming to stand next to me as the garage door lifted.

“Those are his favorite colors. I’m so excited for him to see the car. He still has no idea which is what is making the surprise that much more intense for me.” My cheeks hurt just from thinking about the look that’ll be on papi’s face when he sees this car.

“You did a really great job and for someone who doesn’t know shit about cars, you leaned quick. Most women that I’ve met in a professional setting that want to get a car custom made don’t put in half the effort you did. Like I can tell just from this project that Dre means a lot to you and that you’d do anything for him. Including learn about cars and the parts.” Xavier and I made more small talk but when I heard that engine turn over I shut the hell up. We stood off to the side and when I tell you I couldn’t even speak when Allan drove out, I’m so serious.

Slapping my hand over my mouth I walked around the car to get a nice look at what the guys and I came up with.

“How amazing is it?” Xavier asked with his arms spread wide.

“It’s so fucking sexy. Thank you both so much for everything.” Going over to the guys I hugged them appropriately and accepted the box of keys. After we all talked some more I had to call Jess and ask her to come up here so she can drive my car back to her house. She used an Uber and once she got here we talked briefly and then she left with my car.

As soon as I got settled in the front seat Dre was calling me. Quickly answering it I buckled my seatbelt and drove out of the lot.

“Hi baby.” I spoke, stopping at the stop sign to look both ways.

“Hey baby girl, where you at?” He asked sounding like he was outside.

“On my way back home. Is everything ok?” I asked taking off down to the street. Good thing this bad boy drives smooth or else Dre would’ve noticed something is off. My car sounds nothing like this and Dre would’ve easily picked up on the different noise.

“Yeah yeah everything is cool. I’m hungry and I need you in front of me.” See what did I tell you? He’s extra hungry for affection today. That’s fine because no matter how much we get down during the day time, he’ll be restored by tonight. Jumping on the highway I moved all the way over to the far left lane that’s going to take me back to Glendale.

“Oh really?” A smirk crept onto my face as I got off the exit after riding in one lane for a good four miles. I’m like ten minutes from home so I’m excited to see what he’s up to. “Are you dressed?” I’m just now remembering when I left him all he had on were boxers so I hope he listened to me.

“Yes mama I’m dressed. Why do you keep asking me that? What you up to girl?” The skepticism in his voice has me dying of laughter.

“Nothing papi I’m just making sure you’re not still in your underwear. So what did you want to get into today?” I changed the subject before I spill my master plan over the phone.

“The only thing I want to get into you is you baby. That’s all. I don’t need anything but you. You have something in mind? If you do just say it and I’ll take care of it. You get whatever you want.” My panties are soaked at how affectionate Dre is being today. Not to mention he’s in such good spirits.

The sun bounced off of my hand drawing my attention to my rings for a second. A huge smile was plastered on myself as I rounded the corner and turned on our street. Stopping a few houses down I threw the car in park thinking of a way to do this.

“Of course I have something in mind. I wouldn’t be myself otherwise. Baby, I need you to come help me get something out of the car. It’s a box in the trunk that’s too big for me to carry.” I lied through my smile.

Dre moved around and soon I heard a door open. He must have been out back. “Yeah, I’m coming.” He mumbled continuing to walk. I sat still for a minute waiting for him to let me know he’s outside. “Where you at? What you need help with?” He huffed into the receiver.

“I’m coming down the street just give a second.” Shifting the car to drive I slowly pulled off and went closer to our house. The butterflies in my stomach are driving me crazy. I’ve never been this nervous to present someone with a gift before.

When I looked outside to see Dre leaning up against his Jag I eased my way in the driveway. The windows are heavily tinted so he can’t even see me in here. Dre turned around and gave off a confused look. Jesucristo, this man is too damn good looking for his own good. Standing there with his legs crossed in the most perfect color and tint combination. Kenja’s favorite color, light blue, and his white Retro 4s. I know the name of these Jordan’s only because I’ve had to by Jo four pair of them. He’s obsessed with those sneakers thanks to his grandmother and uncle getting him pair number one.

“Camila..” He sighed, pushing off his car not removing the phone from his ear.

Licking my lips quickly, I switched the gear to park and hung up on him. I turned the car off so that way he can start it up himself. He might bust a nut when he hears the sound this car makes. Grabbing the box from the cup holder I neatly set the keys inside. Bracing myself for the moment of truth I pushed on the door until it was wide enough for me to step out of the car. With the door left open I slowly walked up to him.

“Camila..tell me you didn’t..” Dre looks so lost right now. He glanced back and forth between my hand, the car and myself.

“Happy anniversary baby boy. I have been putting in so much work to make this car perfect for you. I know you’ve always dreamed of having this car and I figured today is as good as any day to present you with your dream car.” I smiled, holding my hand out. I took the lid off the box so he could see the single key.

“How did you do this? How did you know which one I wanted? This ain’t mine. You’re fucking with me right?” He smacked his lips and walked closer to me.

Shaking my head I set the box in his hand just watching his smile spread and consume him. The life and joy in his eyes is all I need to see today. This moment right here is what I’ve kept dreaming of throughout this entire process.

“This isn’t a joke?” He quizzed seriously.

“No Dre it’s not. It’s your car.” Closing our distance I threw my arm around his neck and looked over at his new whip.

“Damn..this is a bad bitch. You remembered my favorite color too. Shit baby, thank you so much.” He chuckled picking me up and carrying me over to the car. He gently sat me on the hood and slid the key box in his back pocket.

“Go test drive it.” I suggested careful not to get my sandals on the hood.

“Not yet. I’m still hungry.” He smirked pushing me up further on the hood. Slipping my feet out of my sandals I let them fall in front of the car.

Looking around us I didn’t see anyone nearby. Dre hiked my dress up and pinned me down. He moved my panties to the side and went down on me without another word. His big lips devoured my pussy like he has never had it before.

“Dre, what if people see?” I panted, rolling my hips on his face. He gripped my thighs and pushed that tongue of his deeper into my box.

“Fuck ‘em.” He mumbled, not allowing of my juices to run down and get on the car. I felt my clit swell like a balloon as he wrapped his lips around it and sucked at it with no mercy.

Today is a day for us to celebrate our relationship without any shame. So here we are outside of our home enjoying one another on the hood of his new car. Biting my lip I opened my eyes to look up at the sky. The clouds were moving by and then I spotted a rainbow. Or at least that’s what I think I saw.

While Dre continued to please me I ran my fingers through his hair while getting lost in the moment and my own thoughts. Six years. These past six years with Andre have totally made up for those six years I spent alone as a single parent. Everyday I woke up with regret for severing the relationship between my little girl and her biological father. It still gets to me sometimes that I hindered a relationship before it even had a chance to develop. But with everything that I’ve been through with Dre, I don’t feel as guilty as often. Andre is the best father ever to our kids. Like I can’t imagine meeting any other man at Truth six years ago as of today.

I had my second child whom is the cutest little boy in the world. I was engaged at one point, my mother passed away, Andre was locked up, that bullshit with those goddamn Russians and the legal system. Oh and I can’t forget about Gerrard’s stupid ass. All of that is done and over with. I’m not sure what else this life of mine is going to bring me but as long as I have my family, I’ll be okay.

I felt a draft slide under my dress, hardening my nipples in the process. My back arched off the hood whilst my chest heaved up and down out of passion and I curled my toes out of reflex. Laying back on my hands I sat perfectly still watching Dre plant three little hickies on both of my inner thighs.

“Ya ass hurt?” He asked just as he came up for a little air.

Shaking my head I pulled him up to my face by his shirt. I didn’t squeeze too hard or else the fabric would wrinkle.

“I have enough cushion.” I shrugged, feeling liquid run down my leg. Just as I was about reach down to wipe it away, Dre picked up my leg and brushed his fingers up and down my opening.

“Is that really necessary? You have neighbors you know?” A third party spoke suddenly, making their existence known. Both Dre and I looked around to find who was talking to us.

I tugged on my dress but Dre stopped me. A moment later we came face to face with a man who lives a couple of houses down.

“Mind your business.” Dre warned, grabbing my chin with force and leaning in where he smashed his lips into mine.

The sudden force behind his actions was clearly an act of resistance from our very nosy neighbor.

“You have a house right behind you! Take your personal fun in there and continue. There are children who live around here who can see you two!” The guy continued sounding like he was closer.

With reluctance Dre separated from me and wiped his bottom lip.

“Andre, don’t do anything stupid. Just let it go.” I warned, clutching his belt loops.

“I’m not.” He nodded before looking beyond me. “You got thirty seconds to get the fuck off my property before I put my hands on you old man. This is my house, my land, my wife, and my car. So if we decide to have a little fun on the hood of MY car in OUR driveway then that’s what the fuck WE WILL do. Get outta my face.” He barked with an irate expression on his face.

Pulling my dress down I grabbed Dre’s hand and led him inside. Closing the door behind us and locking it I dragged him upstairs and down the hall to our room.

“You were saying..” I sang sensually. Climbing onto our neatly made bed and laying back on my arms I never looked away from him. He eyed me in silence undressing himself while we carried on our staring match. Time for round two.

A boat ride in Santa Barbara, the LA Dodgers game, couples massage, sex in the dressing room of some random lingerie store, and a long and very fast drive in his new car up and down the coast of the state. Can you say tired? By the time I got to kick my feet up I swear I had a mini orgasm. Looking over at the clock I ended up jumping off the bed to go get a shower in. It’s going on ten thirty and I’m not even close to being ready. I hauled ass washing my body down and touching up some areas with my razor.

Counting backwards to calculate how long I’ve got left I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. I pushed the door close and reached for my towel to pat myself down. Dre left me a note saying that he has a surprise for me. So he gave me instructions to follow before going to meet him.

I zipped through all of the necessary little steps so I could get my makeup out of the way. Once that was taken care of I got to work on straightening my hair. I sped through that but then I went back to make sure it was perfect all over my head. Leaving the bathroom and whistling lowly I watched the lights brighten up the room. Going to the bed I removed the lid off of the box I’ve had hiding between our mattress for two months. With a stupid grin on my face I removed my outfit and excitedly continued to get ready.

When Andre finally put time aside to look at the car he was speechless. He cried too. It felt amazing for me to be able to bless him with such a gift. I worked so hard to save up for that car just to pay it in full. It’s not about the money for me. This car was about giving my husband something he’s dreamt of for so many years.

Pulling my dress over my hips I brought it up and slid my arms into the sleeves. Turning to my right I swept my hair over to one side watching the end of it all bounce off my hip. I picked up the zipper to seal me in. I smoothed out the fabric and sat on the edge of the bed to get my heels on. Once I had all that squared away I looked at my hands to see if I was wearing too many rings. Deciding to keep all eight on my hand I unclasped my necklace and hung it up and swapped that for the choker that matches my heels. Walking into the bathroom I noticed a little bag I hadn’t before. Going to it I looked inside to see a brand new bottle of Daisy Dream. A red piece of paper was taped underneath the bag reading ‘I got the right one this time..sorry about the mixup on the last bottle. I love u baby!’

“Goofy ass..” I chuckled, shaking my head. I spritzed the perfume on my chest, neck, wrists and behind my ears. Speedily cleaning up the room and setting a few things up for later I grabbed my little bag. This little purse is big enough for my phone without the case, gloss/chapstick, some cash and a card. It fits in one hand so it’s perfect for tonight’s occasion. I checked my Lyft app to see that my ride was here. Leaving the house and locking up behind myself, I walked over to the truck and climbed in.

“Where to?” The driver asked.

Buckling my seatbelt I looked out at my house. “Playhouse.” I said, feeling the car move and next thing I know I was on my way.

ANDRE

Setting my glass down on the table in front of me I pushed it to the side and sat back comfortably. For some odd reason it’s a lot of people in here. This entire night is bringing back a massive amount of flashbacks. I can’t believe I’m finally living in peace. After all that bullshit I still came out on top. My beautiful kids, an amazing wife, and the peace of mind that I used to fight so hard for. When Cam took me out front to really show me the car I was surprised. I was a little emotional for quite a few reasons. The first reason is due to the fact that something I’ve always dreamt of and worked so hard for is mine now. The second reason is because Camila bought it for me. I even cried a little bit.

I know exactly how much the car costs but with all the upgrades and customization that was done, the value is at least double what she paid. If I taught my wife anything valuable in relation to finance, she paid for that shit in cash and in full. Meaning ya boy doesn’t even have a car note. Before coming out tonight we had a long but relaxing day. She and I were trying to outdo each other as far as spoiling one another. Today has been one of my favorite anniversaries yet. As far as gifts go, we’re even but I’ve got something at the house that’s probably gonna make her shed a few tears.

Standing up to my feet I jogged down to the first floor to take a quick leak. I saw two girls posted up in the corner huddled together. Not paying them any close attention I kept it moving until they were out of sight. Unzipping my pants I pulled out my dick while simultaneously checking to see what time it is. She should be here soon. For as long as I can think of I’ve been wanting to recreate the night we met. Lucky for me I got two of my wildest dreams to come true in one day. Today marks that we’ve been married for two years and together for four. So our anniversary has double significance to us both.

Shaking myself off I stuffed my dick back in my boxers and fixed my clothes. I finished up in the bathroom and walked out to a fucking circus of women. They are everywhere tonight. I’ve already had to be a complete dickhead to one chick who wouldn’t stop touching me. I felt bad for yelling at her but what I asked for was simple, don’t touch me. Then there was an older woman maybe in her mid forties who kept sending me drinks. So far tonight has been a little hectic but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. I walked out onto the main floor and made my way upstairs.

“You’ve been here alone just as long as I have. What’s your game?” A soft voice said from behind me.

Stopping at the top of the stairs I turned halfway to look at the bitch who's been following me since I came in. Sighing, I turned around and continued my walk back up the second floor. The sound of her heels hitting the steps told me I would have to change my approach if I want this girl to leave me alone. I’m not about to have Camila doubting me or questioning me or anything like that. I want this night to be perfect for her. I made it up and went over to the bar to get me a shot.

Dude was wiping his hands on a black cloth before coming my way.

“What can I get you man?” He asked.

“Two shots, Hennessy.” I said sitting on the empty barstool. Guy walked away and immediately opened a brand new bottle of my favorite liquor.

“Are you gonna ignore me all night and pretend I’m not here?” I looked to my right to see her standing next to me. The smell of her perfume made me think of Cam.

“Yeah pretty much.” I chuckled dryly. Two shots were placed in front of me but the dude wasn’t anywhere near me. I picked up the first one and threw it back, reaching for the second one next. Just as I was about to swallow this shit I got the weirdest gut feeling like she was already here.

“Can I ask why? Am I not your type?” She pressed now sitting down next to me.

Quickly downing the second shot I slammed the glass down and turned around to get a good look at her.

“I’m ignoring you because I want to. And to be honest it doesn’t have shit to do with how you look.” I answered. I could tell she was shocked that I responded with a full sentence because all I’ve been doing is brushing her off or giving her one word replies.

Her eyes redirected downward and and when I realized what she was looking at I couldn’t help but laugh. It’s as if gravity was touching my face and turning my head in a different direction. From where the upstairs bar is I can see the main entrance. That’s when I saw her. I saw her walking towards the bar downstairs slipping in and out of people. I noticed a nigga trying to talk to her but she didn’t notice. Or maybe she did and just kept it moving. Either way I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She looks so fucking beautiful. I’ve never seen that dress before either, telling me it’s new.

“So..is there someone else that has your attention or are you just one those guys who come to clubs solo and is an ass to every woman who tries to make conversation with you.” My stalker for night spoke up again but I didn’t pay her no mind. Instead I thought I’d just show her what’s got my attention.

Standing up I waited for her to follow me over to the railing knowing she would. Leaning against it I told her where to look and even helped position her so she had a clear view.

“What am I looking at?” She asked dumbfoundedly.

“You see that woman right there at the end of the bar sitting by herself..” I began. “In the red dress?”

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“That woman right there is what’s got my attention. There’s your answer.” I shrugged standing to full height. The girl met my eyes and scrunched her face up. She’s clearly upset and confused.

“So I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past hour but some random bitch whose face you can’t even see has got your balls in her purse. Fucking ridiculous.” She snarled bitterly, trying to walk away.

Stopping her from leaving I contemplated on whether or not I wanted to contain my anger or keep my cool.

“I’m gonna let you slide for calling my wife a bitch but don’t do that again. And for future reference, if a man isn’t giving you attention after your several failed attempts then take the hint and keep it pushing. Have a good night.” Done with this conversation and this girl I headed for the steps and walked through the sea of partygoers.

Everything felt as if it was moving in slow motion as I approached the bar. Keeping quiet and calm I took a seat a couple seats away from her. I kept my actions subtle so she wouldn’t notice me just yet. Just like the first time.

“Can I get you anything miss?” The young bartender asked her, loudly over the music.

“Double shot of Hennessy please.” She replied, resting her arms on the bar top.

The bartender damn near dropped the bottle she was holding the second she saw the ring. “Those are the most beautiful rings I have ever seen. Your man has good taste.” She beamed continuing to make some drink.

Camila’s cheeks brightened at the compliment. She does that every time she gets a nice comment on her rings.

“Yeah he does.” She toyed with her rings just smiling at them like she was the only one in here. Watching her made me laugh and that’s when she looked over at me. “Couldn’t wait any longer could you.” Huffing dramatically Camila pulled her hair to one side and crossed one leg over the other.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been watching you.” I confessed seeing a couple of women look at me like I was crazy. If only they knew.

“I can only imagine.” She mumbled, turning around to accept her shots. “Thank you.” She smiled at the bartender and took both shots back to back with no problem.

“I’m actually surprised you chose dark liquor. I thought you were gonna ask for your favorite being that you and it are from the same place.” I teased, getting the same bartender’s attention. She hurriedly walked over and wiped her hands.

“Have a favorite?” She asked totally clueless.

“Get me a bottle of Bacardi and..” Pausing to look over at my wife I came up with the perfect drink to get her. “A bottle of water.” I continued, looking back at the bartender.

“Coming right up.” She breathed, walking down until she stopped at a glass case. She pulled out a key from her apron and unlocked the cabinet. When she pulled out a new bottle of Bacardi I saw a figure walk past me.

“Water huh?” Camila said suddenly.

Moving over until I was sitting right next to her I opened my legs a little and got comfortable. “What else did you expect baby? You’re a lightweight remember?” I nodded to my own true statement and leaned over to kiss her shoulder. That perfume I got her is consuming my sense of smell, putting me in a different state of mind.

“Thank you for my perfume. And I love that you got me the big bottle.” She stated, laying her hand on my thigh.

“You’re welcome.” I nodded lifting my face and looking across the bar to see the bottle and water I requested. Shifting my eyes back to her I stood on my feet. “You wanna go find some place quiet?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” She cooed, grabbing the bottle of water. Patting my pockets down to make sure I had everything I picked up the bottle and followed Cam through the crowd. I was doing well keeping up with her. I stayed hot on her ass until I stopped just to watch her walk. For the longest I’ve always found a way to sneak in some time to enjoy the way she effortlessly saunters across a room. How did I get so lucky?

My dreamy state was shot to hell when I saw Cam trying hard to get some nigga out of her way so she could continue her walk. Catching up with her I used my arm to put on some distance between him and Camila.

“Back the fuck up man. Don’t even try it.” I warned feeling Cam’s hand on back.

“I’m just trying to speak to the last that’s all bro. I don’t mean no harm or no disrespect.” He backed up a little but he didn’t move all the way to the side.

“Did she ask you nicely to move out of the way? Did she decline whatever you offered?” I rambled on, looking him square in his face.

“I mean yeah but-“

“So then you should’ve listened to her. Let me give you some advice, if she asked you nicely the first time to move or leave her alone and you keep pursuing her, she has every right to curse you out. Don’t continue to force yourself on anyone especially a woman after they’ve made it clear to leave them alone.” I preached angrily.

“Whatever nigga. Is you gone let me finish or what? It ain’t like you gone leave with her.” He mouthed off boldly.

“No, I’m not letting you finish anything. You didn’t get anywhere for two fucking reasons. She’s not interested and she’s got me.”

Camila leaned into me causing me to look down at her. She had that look in her eyes that told me I need to hurry up.

“So you think you can pull a broad a like this out yo ass and take her home? Niggas be boostin’ these days I swear.” The man bucked at me, stepped off for a bit only to come back closer than ever to Camila.

I could feel my fist ball up against her shoulder and my anger level rising. Unlinking my arm from her body I passed the bottle over to her. Grabbing the nigga by his shirt I dragged him close to my face so he could feel me breathing on him. These shots are definitely hitting me right now. I haven’t eaten since two o’clock so my stomach is empty. I’m running on straight Hennessy.

“I warned you the first time not to be all in her face. This is the last time you’re gonna hear me speak. Because if you come near my wife again, you’re gonna regret coming out tonight. Stay away from me and my wife. You understand me?” I felt how hard his heart was beating as he stared at me.

“Ight man.” He grumbled. Forcefully shoving him back I grilled him and set my hands on Cam’s hips.

“Come on baby..” I muttered, patting her butt softly. She and I disappeared from all the chaos and into one of the private lounge rooms. There’s two black massive curtain..drapes thing that cover the entryway completely. Because from the outside I couldn’t even tell if it was occupied.

Camila sat the bottles down and her purse. She reeled me into her by my belt loops. I looked down at her pretty face feeling my heart race in my chest.

“What’s wrong? You good?” I quizzed, running my palms down her arms.

“I need you right now.” She shuddered dragging her hands down my torso. She stopped at my pants started unzipping them with all seriousness.

To be continued…..

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