#she snaps at him when he begs for his momma's attention

[goldenflowerceo]

I would like to hear about your Deadstar au!

and howdy specifically to the other two of you who said yes. thanks for enabling me :3

basis for some of the timeline stuff takes inspiration from @bonefall’s better bones AU, where squirrelflight, leafpool, and crowfeather are full adults by the time of the TNP journey. there are some family tree shuffles, and event additions/changes/shuffles as well.

the point where it diverges from canon is at the windclan massacre. tallstar loses one of his lives in the slaughter, and deadfoot struggles to drag his leader's recovering body across the moor as fast as possible. ashfoot is helping usher cats out of camp as well, and the moor cats flee as far as they can into the night. deadfoot leads his clan to a distant, murky tunnel, and the group then starts to live off rats.

deadfoot waits patiently for some kind of word to reach them about the state of the other clans and their home. maybe bluestar would've found her need for justice spurred, and sent out a patrol to fetch them?

every day, deadfoot watches the horizon, watches as his leader's lives drain away from sickness and starvation as he offers his meals to the cats that need it more, hoping someone will appear over the rise to save the clan.

but they are alone.

finally, tallstar succumbs to the weakness he's subjected himself to in hopes the rest of his beloved clan could thrive. mourning is quick and short-lived; there's no time to honor his memory at the moment. windclan is dying, starving, and ill; and deadfoot must take up the mantle of the forsaken clan immediately. there is no time to waste.

unfortunately, deadfoot lacks the proper rights to fully assume the title of leader; the pilgrimage to the moonstone is unfeasible at this time. their ancestors have turned their backs on them, and refuse to send any guidance. deadstar feels as though his new ‘name’ is an omen in and of itself; it symbolizes the dying nature of his clan. the stars that were once their ancestors are dying, leaving their descendants deserted and forgotten.

some cats want to return to the forest territories, but deadstar and ashfoot forbid it. the cats can’t return back, lest the other clans chase them out again; or even worse, they’ve already colonized their land, and windclan does not have the stench or number to take their moors back.

eventually, though, the cats do decide to look for greener pastures and they vacate the murky, rat-infested tunnels. they settle into some land adjacent to a twolegplace, but it’s… not great. their land back home was far more flourishing and generous to the clan. but it’ll have to do for now.

ashfoot then bears two kits: eaglekit and crowkit. they are some of the healthiest and strongest kits the clan has seen in their time of exile! it must be a sign of good times and fortune, and that starclan is looking down on them once more! the children carry stars in their eyes, glistening like the tears of their clanmates who lost loved ones in shadowclan’s invasion.

as they grow, barkface takes on crowpaw as an apprentice. eaglepaw is apprenticed to (idk man there’s not enough room in my brain for information that’s not my OC but whatevs. also i don’t really remember what other windclan warriors would be alive at this time? my knowledge is rusty, forgive me. anyway it’s probablyyyy onewhisker bc of future things that happen in this AU [insert me rubbing my hands together like an evil little fly]). early on in their their apprenticeship, barkface and deadstar prophesy that the siblings will deliver their clan out of exile. (i’m like. really bad at writing prophesies but i was mostly thinking of michael joncas’ song “on eagle’s wings” bc that was a song my elementary/middle school sang a lot during wednesday mass and also the idiom “as the crow flies”).

so, crowpaw heads out with his sister and eaglepaw to find a new land for their beloved clan; they come across the tribe cats, appreciate their hospitality, and carry on their way. then, over the ridge; they see it: a sparkling lake swathed in heather and oak. excitedly, they pick up the pace on their trek, eagerly exploring the land. the streams are clear and the moors are thick with unfamiliar but homely scents. eaglepaw remarks on the intense fernweh she feels, knowing her brother must share the same sensation.

this is it. their prophesied homeland.

crowpaw stumbles across a bubbling waterfall that cascades gently into a pool of stars and silver; it whispers to him, tickling his ears in foreign yet intriguing tongues. sleeping here with his sister for the night, crowpaw dreams of starclan, an unfamiliar body of cats he’s never known, yet walked beside his entire life.

a gangly black and white tom speaks out from the amorphous mass, introducing himself as tallstar. he’s pleased with crowpaw and eaglepaw’s journey, and relieved that barkface and deadstar heeded starclan’s word despite their moonslong silence. the only thing now is to return to their clan and lead them back here.

and that's exactly what the two siblings do. with two pairs of ears clipping over the horizon, the messiahs are spotted first by young warrior gorsepetal, who has just served his moonlight warrior vigil. he lets out a joyous, earsplitting yowl, quickly rousing deadstar from his sleep as he fears that shadowclan has tracked them down again to finish the job. but instead, the aged harley (my term for an old, non-male or -female cat. fran is my term for a younger one) is tackled by his twin children, who excitedly recount their journey in overlapping enthusiasm.

ashfoot peels her kits off their father, and they finally calm down to announce to the clan their journey and findings in alternating turns. pelts of their clanmates ruffle in excitement, anticipation, and apprehension; some suggest the clowder should head out for their promised land now, while others raise scrutiny about why they should trust the word of two juveniles who've been gone from their clan for several weeks.

eaglepaw jumps to her and her brother's defense. they raise a good point, yes, but why would the pair lie when they sincerely want what's best for their suffering clan? has windclan not been the holiest clan since its founding, traditionally sleeping under the stars? why do they want to reject starclan now when their ancestors have finally reached down to cradle the moor cats in their arms after so many moons of silence?

it's decided. the clan will set out in two days for their star-gifted land.

eaglepaw and crowpaw lead windclan through the mountains and into the land around the lake; the moor cats quickly take up the entire land for themself. the twins are commemorated for their guidance and achievements, and are named eagleflight for being the main navigatoron the journey and crowpond for discovering the moondpond. deadstar finally has a way to claim his 9 lives.

moons of prosper and fortune pass, but suddenly... strange scents float upon the wind one brisk morning. deadstar heads out with a large patrol to investigate, and they come upon a group of a brown tabby, a ginger molly, a brown and gold tortoiseshell, a light silver tabby, and a silver-gray tom. there are stars in the eyes of the ginger cat as deadstar introduces his patrol as cats of windclan. the others say they are brambleclaw and squirrelpaw of thunderclan, tawnypelt of shadowclan, and feathertail and stormfur of riverclan, respectively. deadstar's whiskers twitch with hesitant recognition of the clan names. thoughts still linger in the back of his mind that these cats are here to destroy windclan... but deadstar will give them a chance.

it's been ages. windclan will be fine.

squirrelpaw starts to gab about how she's heard of windclan; a fable of a music clan driven out for being too weak. insulted, deadstar snaps about how could they possibly be weak if the stars guided them here to this bountiful land for them all.

tawnypelt steps forward to quell the storm. she explains that starclan has also guided them here after they met with a badger who called herself midnight.

apprehensive but not inhospitable, deadstar reluctantly guides the travelers back to the central moor camp so the foreigners can rest and eat. they stay for day, and then leave out again towards the mountains.

some weeks later, a horde of mysterious cats suddenly swarms upon their land. they linger on the edges, but brambleclaw, squirrelpaw, tawnypelt, and stormfur are immediately recognized. deadstar and a patrol of various warriors escort the original travelers to their camp to explain what's going on.

stormfur mournfully mumbles how feathertail sacrificed her life to kill this mystical giant cat named sharptooth to save the tribe in the mountains shortly after they'd departed. brambleclaw recounts how twoleg monsters invaded their territories and started capturing cats, with squirrelpaw interjecting how they were poisoning the rivers and tearing their trees right out of the ground. tawnypelt weeps as she tells deadstar how they had to leave everything behind to keep themselves safe.

sympathy is first offered by deadstar, but then his fur bristles with anger as brambleclaw proposes that windclan let the other three clans settle around the lake.

and the black harley snaps.

why should he let them colonize their land that was gifted to them by starclan? sure, they were chased out of their land, but they had a choice to either adapt to their surroundings and lose cats in the process, or leave for a new land.

windclan didn't even get a fucking warning.

why should he let them settle their land, when they didn't even try to find them after their exile?

throwing them out, deadstar speaks of the other three clans' proposition. some cats united under mudclaw, who rejects the idea of the other clans living here. this is their land, and not up for the taking.

onewhisker is open to the idea of the other clans living here alongside them. it's been years; they shouldn't hold a grudge and make children pay for their forebearers' sins.

crowpond and eagleflight find themself at odds. crowpond says they should send these new felines way; they found this land first, and finders keepers. plus, that stupid brown tabby who's apparently the sister of squirrelpaw is starting to claim she found the new holy site, that she's calling the moonpool? when crowpond found the moonpond first?!

eagleflight, always one open to new possibilities... thinks they should give the newcomers a chance. she tells her brother that leafpool means no harm; she just doesn't know better. she's in an unfamiliar land, and the other clans haven't been with windclan for a generation or two; leafpool's probably got so many thoughts swirling around in that pretty little head of hers.

rebellion breaks out; mudclaw and onewhisker both leading their respective sides. deadstar and ashfoot are trying their best to keep their clan united, but onewhisker's forces have teamed up with the rest of the clans to force themselves in.

in the resulting lakewide battle, deadstar loses a life; he sees tallstar, who can't bear to meet his former deputy's gaze. he didn't want it to end up this way. starclan is deliberating what the clans' fate will be. deadstar is sent back to his body, pleading for guidance on what to do.

deadstar wakes up just in time to see mudclaw and onewhisker grappling in shallow waters several paces ahead of him. as mudclaw rises to try and slam onewhisker's head into the water to drown him, onewhisker kicks the brown tabby away with his powerful hindlegs. lightning strikes in sync with the kick, and a dying tree is sent crashing down on the older warrior.

windclan is sent racing back to their camp without their leader, with crowpond trying to help his father limp back to their primary moor camp. in their absence, riverclan, shadowclan, and thunderclan move in.

many of the cats who rebelled with onewhisker are exiled, and they disperse into the other three clans.

a few days later, eagleflight pads into camp, shame and guilt smeared across her face. she pleads for her father's forgiveness, saying she didn't want to hurt or oppose him; she just wanted everyone to get along.

she enters mateship with nightcloud. two months later, breezekit is born. his eyes carry stars that shine like the tears of his forebearers.

four months later, on a border patrol, deadstar swears he sees stars in the eyes of lionpaw, jaypaw, and hollypaw. they sparkle like the tears of their ancestors lost in the great exile.

[staystraykay]

TokyoRev Dad's: Baby's First Words

Sup Freaks! Sorry I've been very MIA lately. Had a lot of things to take care of and sadly I just couldn't fit any time into writing for you guys. But I am back and ready to kick ass!

So, we're starting up the TR Dad series and we are starting strong. Baby's first words and the line up for the comback is:

Rindou---Ran---Mikey

So let's rock-n-roll buttholes!

RINDOU

“Come on, honey. Say mama.” You begged your nearly one-year old daughter. 

Raiya had begun babbling and baby talking a couple of months ago. She’s made up her own little words for things she wanted or needed, and sometimes you had to have your five-year-old son Rhys to translate for you. Like when she started calling her comfort blanket her shushie. You didn’t have a single clue what she had been crying for all day until Rhys came in and handed her the small purple blanket.

“You wanna say it. I know you do.” You said playfully, making her giggle and clap her hands together repeatedly. “Mmmah mmmmah.” You said slower, making a funny face to try and trick her into mimicking you. 

“Y/N?” You heard Rindou call out after you heard the door open and shut. 

“In Raiya’s room.” You answered before clapping you hands. “Ma ma. Come on, Rai. I know you can do it. Say ma ma.” 

“Hey, Angel.” Rindou hummed as he came into the room, blonde hair pulled half back, kissing the top of your head before joining you on the tiara rug. “Princess,” he cooed down at his daughter who was smiling and clapping.

“Hi Daddy!” Rhys came running into the room, launching himself onto his father’s back.

Rhys’s blonde hair was getting longer and along with his downturned eyes your sweet baby boy was looking more and more like his father every day. He even picked up on his dad’s death glare, which he mimics when he doesn’t want to do what you’ve asked.

“Hey buddy!” Rindou chuckled and reached his arm around to support the boys weight, carefully so he doesn’t fall. “Were you good for momma today?” He raised a brow and the little boy smiled and nodded his head.

“Yup.” He popped his p with a giggle.

“What about school?” Rindou pushed further.

“Green card all day.” Rhys said proudly with his chin held up. “Kouta had to move his card to yellow today.”

“Really? Why?” Rindou mocked a gasp.

You always loved that Rin was good with kids. Hell he was great with you even. So watching him be a dad, being a great father who was involved in his kids lives, well it made you fall deeper in love with him. When he had to work out of town he always called ever free second he got to talk to the kids, and with you. You were worried when you first found out you were pregnant with Rhys. You were only seventeen and rindou had barely turned eighteen when you found out. At the time you were afraid you were so young and he was involved in such harsh work you thought maybe he’d bail. But he hasn’t. Not for a single second once since the day you told him about Rhys. And when he found out about Raiya, and that it was a girl this time, oh you wish you could go back and relive the excitement and joy written all over his face. 

“He threw a car at Kenzia’s head.” Rhys sighed. “I told him not to, daddy. Is told him whats you told me. Haitani’s don’t hit girls, unless it’s their butt because they like that.”

“Rindou!” You gasp and smack his chest. “Rhys, honey, you don’t hit gets period.”

The five year old snorted and looked at his dad with a matching smirk and said, “ok momma.”

Oh when this boy gets older you have no clue what you’re going to do.

“Daddy doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” You sigh and toss a half hearted glare at your husband. “Daddy’s been hit one too many times.”

“Da~” you heard your daughter attempt to mimic.

You snapped your attention back down to her in shock. “What was that? You got it, Rai.” You smiled. 

She looked up at you and Rindou with her big violet eyes. “Da~ Da~” she babbled again.

“Come on, Princess. Almost there.” Rindou encouraged her, picking her up.

“Da da.” She pushed out with a big smile on her face, giggling and shrieking in her little baby excitement. “Dada! Dada!”

“Yes! That’s right, Princess. Dada is right here!” He cheered and smirked over at you. “Suck it. She said dada first.”

You glare and roll your eyes. “So? Rhys said mama first and he was our first born, so I still get the crown.”

Rindou smirked down at you and leaned in to peck your lips. “Mmm,” he hummed as he pulled away, “you’ve always had the crown baby. My first princess.”

“Ew,” you laughed and pushed him away before getting up. “I’m the queen.”

“My queen.” He added with a sexy knowing look. “Maybe we can make another little Prince or Princess tonight when the kids go to sleep.” He muttered into your hair before picking up both kids and running out the room to play with them.

Good God, what have you done to deserve this amazing man?

RAN

“You’re hovering, Love.” Ran sighed as he walked in to the living room to see you and your son on the couch. 

For hours now you have been trying to get your son Kouta to say something. Anything. You were getting impatient and you wanted to hear him say something. You could have sworn he said ball this morning but Ran said it sounded more like a burp. So, here you were laid on the couch, son on your lap giggling because his momma was making funny sounds and faces.

“He’ll say something when he’s ready to. No need to rush the process.” He added before leaning over the back of the couch and booped your son on the nose with one of his long fingers. “Ain’t that right, kiddo? Tell momma it’s ok. You’ll talk when you’re ready.”

You glared before flatly saying, “Rhys said his first word yesterday.”

Ran snapped his eyes to you and said, “really? Rin didn’t tell me.”

You shrugged and went back to playing with your son. “Katie called me yesterday and told me.”

“What was it?” He asked you, brows raised.

You shrugged again as you made a funny face to make your son laugh. “She didn’t say. We were on the phone and I guess he said it just then because she rushed me off the phone.”

“So she didn’t tell you, you just happened to be on the phone with her when he said it.” He deadpanned. 

“She still would have called me.” You defeneded.

“Mmmm sure.” Ran continued to tease. “You’re not special.”

“Am too!” You snapped back, obviously letting him under your skin.

“Are not.” He amusingly continued. He always did love to see you all flustered and your feathers are ruffled up. It was satisfying to know that even after all these years and now a kid, he still could rile you up like this.

“Are so! Now take it back, Ran!” You pout, feelings slightly hurt.

You were a princess dammit. He better start remembering that.

“Mmmm no.” He sighed.

You looked to your son and faked cried. “Dada is so mean, bubba.”

Your one year old son looked at you and pouted. He looked to his dad and slapped his chubby little hand down on his dad’s head before curling up in your chest.

“Mama.”

Did he just-

“Aw, baby.” You cooed as he rubbed his little head further into your chest. 

“Mama.” He repeated and you were just about ready to pass out.

“Someone’s protective over their momma.” You cooed and squeezed the baby close to you. “Mommy’s big protector.”

“Hey now, you don’t have to protect her from me.” Ran pouted and joined you on the couch. “I love momma too.” He whined.

Kouta looked at his dad and then looked at you.

“I know. He’s so whiney.” You said to your son, teasing your husband.

“Y/N.” He whined again.

You roll your eyes and look at your son. “What do you say? Should we share cuddles with dada?”

“Mama!” Kouta cheered and snuggled further into your chest.

“Sorry, Ran. You heard the kid. Momma only. No dad.” You taunted and mocked a shrug.

“Yeah right.” He scoffed before scooping you both up into his arms and curling up with you two. He looked at his son who was giggling. “You can share momma. I had her first anyways.”

MIKEY

Kaito, your five year old son, was helping you today and keeping his ten month old sister Miyo distracted for you. You needed the help today honestly. Miyo had woke up at six this morning and she hasn't ran out of energy yet. And with Mikey off handling 'business' today you had absolutely no help.

So, while you worked on making lunch to take up to your husband, Kaito decided he would step up and keep Miyo distracted. He was currently playing peek-a-boo with her on the living room floor. You could hear the gurgling giggles in the kitchen and every once in a while a childish 'boo!'.

"Kaito, honey, please go get your shoes and grab your sister's too." You called from the kitchen as you started to wrap up the bento box up in the black fabric.

"Yes ma'am." He called back and you could hear his little feet thudding off to his room.

"Hi Princess!" You cheered in a fake excitement for your daughter. She turned her little head towards you, her blonde hair cascading down from two pigtails. She clapped her hands with a big smile on her chunky little face. "Wanna go see daddy?" You asked and she squealed. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Here you go, Momma." Kaito said as he handed you Miyo's pink sparkly shoes Mikey just had to get her.

You son sat next to you and slipped on his spiderman light-up shoes before standing up to help you get things together. He honestly was mommy's little helper. You're going to cry when he grows out of this.

"I got Miyo's stroller ready, Momma. Daddy's lunch is in the bottom." He stated before he went to grab your purse off the kitchen table.

"Ok, buddy. Thank you." You smiled as him after you finally wrestled your daughter's shoes on. "Come on, Princess. Let's go see daddy." You sighed and stood up to strap her into the stroller. "Kaito, when we get outside you jump on the back ok? We gotta get there quickly today."

"Yes ma'am." He called from the front door that he was already unlocking.

You finally got both out the door and closed the house up. The walk to Bonten wasn't far from your house. Mikey liked to stay close in case he needed to get to the office for an emergency and also he said hiding in plain sight was always the best option. What cop would believe a known mobster was living a block away from his office? You didn't necessarily agree with that, but if Mikey went in he'd be coming right back out anyways so you didn't care. Half the damn city was in Bonten's pockets.

Thank you Kokonoi.

"Momma, can I push the livater button?" Kaito asked, still not quite getting the hang of the word elevator.

You smile down at him and rub his pale blonde hair. "Sure. You remember daddy's floor number?"

"P for pimp house!" He cheered.

"Pent house. Pent." You quickly corrected.

Sanzu probably taught him that.

You're going to rip his pink hair out.

"Penthouse." Your son repeated, feeling out how the word formed in his mouth.

You sighed as pushed the stroller up to the elevator doors. "Ok, Kaito, push the button pointing up."

"Ok!" He cheered and jumped off the back of his sister's stroller. "Up!" He chanted as he did his little happy dance waiting for the elevator to come down. "Up! We goin up! Right, Miyo?" You adored how your son always thought to include his sister. It made you a proud momma.

Miyo squealed again which made both you and Kaito laugh.

The elevator dinged and before the doors could fully open up, Kaito was already jamming his small body into the metal box. You tried to reach out to grab him in case anyone was in there he didn't need to see, but lucky you it was only Kokonoi.

"Uncle Koko!" Kaito cheered before launching him at the Chanel dressed man.

He looked up from his phone and saw you before looking down to the mini version of his boss. "Kaito. Y/N." He nodded to you before bending down to talk to your son as you joined them on the elevator. "How's the prince today?" Koko asked kindly before ruffling your son's hair.

"I'm good. I helped momma today." Your son bragged before giving the filthy rich man a big smile.

"Did you now? How'd you do that?" He played along.

It was always so funny to you how well Kokonoi did with kids. Normally boujie rich people don't like kids. They think there gross or loud or sticky or hazardous or in most cases all that wrapped up in a three foot body. But oddly not Koko. He loved Kaito and Miyo both. You remember all the too nice Chanel baby clothes he tends to get for both of them. The damned wind suit your son had on is an overly expensive Nike set Koko gifted to him as 'clothes you can get dirty'.

"Lots of stuff! But I mostly play with Miyo for Momma, so she can get things done." Kaito smiled even wider as Koko laughed and told him how good of a job he was doing.

"You coming to see Mikey today?" Koko asked you.

You nodded and said, "He forgot to grab lunch, and I refuse to let you guys suffer. I know how mean he can be to you guys if he doesn't eat." You chuckled sympathetically.

Koko nodded knowingly. "I was just on my way to the convenient store to get him something. He's been testy today."

The elevator dinged and opened up to the bonten pent house. Your son dashed out quicker than either you or Koko could react and before you knew it your five year old was out of sight.

"Kaito, wait!" You called.

You really needed to explain to him why he couldn't just run around in daddy's office. Or come up with a kid friendly reason. Telling your five year old that his father is a mobster who's killed people and beaten other's in this very office until they were unrecognizable.

"Daddy!" You heard your son cheer.

"Kaito?" The panic and confusion in your husband's voice was clear. "Where's your mother?"

"I'm right here." You sighed as you rounded the corner to see Mikey on the couch along with the Haitani brother's who were passing a joint back and forth and Sanzu who was cleaning his gun. "Kaito, I have told you, you cannot run away from mommy." You sighed as you gripped your son's shoulder.

"Uncle Sanzu what's that?" Kaito ignored you and asked the pink hitman about his gun.

"Huh? This? A nine-"

"It's nothing you need to know." You cut him off and glared at the man.

"Put it away." Mikey growled lowly and the hitman nodded and quickly took the 9-milimeter to his office.

Before you could turn on the Haitani's you heard the sliding of the balcony doors and saw the two finishing their roll on the balcony. At least the two of them had some type of manors. Who the hell starts breaking down what a gun is to a five year old? It's not like he doesn't have kids of his own. He has a son just a couple years younger than Kaito at home.

"Hi, Princess!" Mikey cheered as he picked his daughter up our of her stroller. "How's daddy's favorite girl?" He cooed as she squealed and giggled.

"Excuse me?" You snapped and raised a brow.

Mikey stiffened and then looked at you with a wink before kissing your brow. "Besides you my love."

"Mmmhm. Sure." You mocked rolling your eyes. "Well, your favorite girl has kept momma up since six this morning. Just playing and playing." You smiled at your daughter and cooed.

"Has she? You gotta let momma get her sleep, Princess. She's mean to daddy if you don't." Mikey teased and you shot him a quick glare.

You both started playing with her when Kaito started playing with his miniature soccer set Mikey kept at the office for him. Said he always wanted to make sure his kids could come visit him and have something fun to do.

Miyo noticed her brother and started babbling for him.

"You see bubba?" You asked as Mikey bounced her.

She looked at you then back at Kaito and suddenly screeched out, "Bu-ba!"

You and Mikey both froze and then looked at each other.

"Did she just-"

"Uh huh." You nodded.

"Bu-Ba! Bu-Ba!" She called out again and again, getting better every time.

Mikey finally put her down and she crawled off quickly to her brother, calling him as she did so. You looked over to Mikey and saw the pout on his face.

"Manjiro," You warned, "let your son have this."

"But I wanted to be her first word. I'm dada!" He pouted aloud to you.

You rolled your eyes and pecked him on the lips. "You're always going to be her daddy and she's always going to be your princess. Her first word doesn't change that. And you should be happy your daughter loved her brother. Maybe they'll be close and we'll be some of those lucky parents with kids who get along."

"Doubt it." Mikey scoffed. "Emma and I use to fight from sun up to sun down. Enjoy this while you can."

[dazed-and-confused23]

Dear Hearts and Gentle People 8

Summary: Cooper and his wandering trader come across a dangerous wasteland baby, and it's a good thing they're both a little crazy or he didn't think they could pull this off.

Pairings: The Ghoul | Cooper Howard x Female Reader

Warnings. Mhm. None this time? Just a fun Lil chapter

Masterlist

It's the sound of soft chirping that grabs your attention. You've been listening to it for the past ten minutes, and it's only grown louder the further you walk east. You look over your shoulder at Cooper, who rolls his eyes and catches up to you. He thinks that you're too curious for your own good. Shit would get you killed one of the days.

"We ain't gotta check out every sound we hear, smoothskin," He grumbles, but you won't be budged. You unfortunately had a bit of a bleeding heart when it came to animals, and you wouldn't leave this one without help either.

"Just a quick look. If it's fine, then we can go," She assures her ghoulish companion, and Cooper curses the sky, but follows after his smoothskin nonetheless.

You wind around some burnt out buildings and come to a sudden halt when you spot what's been making all the noise. Fear chokes you for half a second as you take in the carcass of a massive deathclaw. It's dark horns curving back and away from its long face, and you recognize it as a female. A dead one.

Cooper grabs you by the collar when you take a step forward, his dark eyes furious as he halts you, "The hell do you think you're doin', girl?"

"It's dead, Cooper," she snapped right back and shrugged out of her jacket, leaving it dangling from the ghoul's hand. You inch forward and peak over the bead body, only to come face to face with the cuties little wasteland baby you'd ever see. Your heart melts at the sight, and you round the carcass to crouch by the baby deathclaw.

"Cooper, it's horns haven't even grown in yet," you coo and watch the sandy colored baby chirp and cry. Its stubby legs waddling closer and closer to where you're crouched. You want to scoop it up and cuddle it close, but you aren't that irresponsible.

The ghoul shuts his eyes and prays to any deity that would listen to give him strength and patience to deal with you today. He closes the distance and squats beside you, eyes narrowed in on the dumb beast that takes two steps before tripping on its tail and falling face first into the sand.

"We should kill it. It won't survive out here without its momma," Cooper says and stands up to draw his side arm, pointing the barrel at the little ones head. The deathclaw is saved by his smoothskin, placing a hand in the weapon and lowering it, and he looks over to see a calculating, shit eating grin playing across your lips.

He knows what you're thinking with just a glance, and a great sigh explodes out of his lungs, "This is a terrible idea, Sweetheart."

You scoff and dig in your backpack, retrieving some wrapped chunks of meat that you toss to the baby. The deathclaw coos and chops or up, and they get a good look at the dangerous teeth inside its tiny mouth. Still hungry, the baby chirps and toddles over to sit in front of you, its reptilian eyes begging for more.

You grin and toss it the rest of the meat, glancing back up to Cooper to see him shaking his head.

"I think it's a wonderful idea," you say and then reach out to carefully pat the baby deatbclaw on the head, "Welcome to the club, Dusty."

*notes.* this was inspired by some lovely fanart by a couple of artists here on Tumblr. I couldn't find their named but I wanted to give credit where credit is due! ❤️*

P.s. I was rereading the Dusty parts of this series and realized that I was also inspired by an old fo3 fic back on fanfic.net. I'm not sure if it's still there, but it was fantastic! Credit if the creator ever sees this!

[impala-dreamer]

Tell Me about ...the hair swipe

Begging For It

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Sexy and Delicious, 18+

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It was such a simple gesture. The sweep of fingers through long dark hair; the subtle shake of his head as the hair fell back into place. It was an unconscious motion that he barely took note of, just something that his hand decided to do now and then. It wasn’t important, it didn’t mean anything. It was just something that he did. 

Something that drove her absolutely wild. 

Y/N watched from across the big living room as Jensen pushed a hand through his hair again. He’d been letting it grow out lately, and he’d never looked more handsome. Occasionally, he’d threaten to cut it, so shave the beard, to go back to trying to look younger, but Y/N wouldn’t have it. She’d beg him to keep the hair longer, refuse to let him dye the grays from his chin. He was stunning in every way, eye crinkles and all. 

No stranger to his beauty, Y/N had no trouble ever looking at her man, but there was something extra in that hair swipe. There was just something about it that drew her attention, blocking out the world around them. Something so intimate in the way his fingers slid through his hair that made her heart race and her breathing slow. She wanted his hands on her body, wanted those fingers sliding through something even more luxurious and warm.

The party was loud. Someone was strumming a guitar off in a corner, and friends were chattering around her, but Y/N was lost to it all. She existed in a soft, pink bubble of arousal, the feeling growing stronger the longer she kept her eyes on him. 

Jensen could feel her staring and looked up with a shy grin. “What?” he mouthed, eyes narrowing in curiosity. 

Y/N bit her lip and cocked a brow. She lifted her glass to her lips and sought out the tiny plastic straw without looking. “I want you,” she replied silently, accentuating the pucker of her lips and closing them around the straw. She took a sip and the vodka and lime mixed on her tongue. 

Jensen licked his lips and looked down at his lap. He had a way of making himself seem so small and vulnerable while drawing her in deeper. He lifted his eyes and looked at her through a curtain of hair. 

She took a deep breath as the racing pulse settled between her thighs.

He lifted his right hand and her eyes went wide. 

He pushed his fingers through his hair and her composure snapped. 

He barely knew what was happening as she rushed across the room. The dregs of her drink sloshed from the glass and dampened his knee, but she covered it up quickly as she straddled his lap. 

“What’re you do-”

She swallowed his words with a heavy kiss and rolled her hips over his dick. Her free hand tugged through his hair and pulled, making him moan deeply into her mouth. 

“Fuck…” 

When she pulled back, his eyes were glazed and his lips were full, shining from her kiss. 

“You’re making me crazy,” she whispered, leaning to lick at his ear. “Playing with your hair all night like you’re not begging me to pull it.” 

Jensen sucked in a private hiss and set his hands on her hips. 

If anyone was watching, they’d see how his fingers tensed there, wanting to reach further down and grab her ass, tug her closer, and rut up into her. But, they stayed put, locked around the soft curve of her waist. 

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” he lied, turning circles with his thumbs underneath her shirt. 

The secret touch made her skin sizzle and she yanked on his locks once more. 

Jensen bucked his hips unconsciously and cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Um-” 

Y/N smirked against his ear. “Wanna find an empty room?” 

He shivered and his grip tightened. “Fuck yes, I do…”

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DESCENDANTS 1 MAL IN DIASOMNIA

I feel like they probs know she’s the daughter of Maleficient. Like she turned into a dragon by accident.

Her most prominent relationships are the first years and Diasomnia.

She definitely gets along with Silver and they chill out together, listening to music (Mal picks loud music to keep him awake).

Lilia reminds her of her mother, lowkey, so she kinda has a soft spot for him and likes when he compliments her or acts caring to her.

Honestly, her and Malleus are two opposing individuals you don't want in a room together. They both have great leadership skills and fierce protection of their friends, so I feel like Mal'd understand him overblotting. They don't usually have interests that overlap, so they don't hang out much (to the fortune of the whole school).

Sebek respects her almost as much as he respects Malleus and Lilia, so he's always there to yell at Ace for 'disrespecting' Mal. They are also classmates and boy is Mal always embarrassed by him, but he backs off when she sternly tells him to and she likes playing jokes on him.

Ace is her favorite first year, mainly cause of his pranks. He was afraid of her, after the whole dragon incident the first time they met, but after some time, they bonded over pranks. The first time Ace pranked Mal, it was by accident, and he expected Mal to kill him, but she laughed it off and they practically became best friends.

Deuce is someone she did not like, at first, but he grew on her, ngl. Deuce was terrified of her and always nervous, but he soon became a bit more loose around her. When Deuce told Mal about his mom, she jokingly called him a momma's boy, but she's actually a bit jealous of his relationship with his mom. They are both good friends, but became best friends after ranting about how much their friends were head over heels for each other (*cough* Evie and Ace *cough).

Savanaclaw respectively fears her. Even Leona. Like, they try to avoid bullying her friends, cause the last time that happened, Mal broke the person's arm and got away scot free cause she's the daughter of Maleficient. But, she admires Leona's authority over his dorm, and she relates with Ruggie with not growing up exactly privileged. Her and Ruggie actually get along very well, when they have an aligned goal and they usually point out the others' schemes/plans in admiration. Ruggie still doesn't mess with her, though.

Jack is the only few that questions her authority and is left proven wrong. He respected her, sure, but she always seemed like a bully to him. It isn't until they spend more time around each other that they see their similarities and actually understand each other. They both hate showing affection, usually, and they're very loyal to their friends and not to mention that they are the reasonable ones of the first years, most of the time. I feel like they'd defend each other, like Ace is making fun of Jack and Mal shoots and insult at him, making Ace's attention on her.

She hangs in Pomefiore mainly because of Evie or, a few times, Epel.

Her and Epel together almost always cause trouble and chaos. She made the mistake of underestimating him, but she'll never do it again. Epel sees her as an escape from the posh life of Pomefiore, since she's pretty good at escaping Rook's watchful eye. Mal does NOT get his obsession with being manly, though. Like she can break Leona's arm and she doesn't need crazy big muscles for that.

Vil often faints around her. Mainly because of the rebellious attitude she inspires in Epel and some other Pomefiore students. Often begs Evie to get Mal out before he snaps. Their goals can align, and they see each other as formidable ally/foe when the situation calls for it. You know that Into the Book NBC where Vil is like, "Should we just leave them to die?"? Yeah, Mal definitely asks the same question at the same time.

"That creepy guy who follows Vil, Epel and Evie around? Evie says to not worry, and I don't, but if he tries anything, he's going to turn into ashes." We don't talk about Mal and Rook, guys. They're like a toxic, one sided, platonic yuri.

Mal calls Azul 'Shrimpy' cause he's a bit shorter than her, and he reminds her of a certain octopus she loved making fun of. Azul is always walking eggshells around her, so he just lets her get away with this.

Mal loves how shady Jamil is and she guessed what he was up to like a mile away. She doesn't really have any strong opinions on Kalim, so she does not care. She tries to encourage Jamil to embrace the 'dark side' more often, though. Jamil politely declines, most of the time.

Riddle was such a let down for her, ngl. She heard "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!" and was expecting a bloodbath. Relates with his relationship with his mother, and it's kinda how she was able to realize that maybe her mother did not actually love her as much as she thought. She is always getting him to have some fun and let loose and Riddle sometimes agrees, mainly because she's a prominent figure and because he kinda likes it.

Speaking of letdowns, Idia makes her cringe, majority of the time. Like, she CANNOT believe that he's supposed to lead the dorm her dad is inspired by. Idia doesn't even bother with her. He's always hiding when she's around and he'd rather jump off a balcony than see her. He's scared shitless of her. Ortho tells him that he's calling Mal over and Idia will SPRINT out of his room.

Ortho and Mal. Mutual respect and admiration. A little robot that WILL choose violence? Why not? A girl that can turn into a dragon? Why not? Mal and Ortho hang, sometimes, mainly with the other first years.

Grim is like Mal's biggest fan. Always willing to agree with her and do anything she's doing. She finds it annoying, but endearing.

UPGRADED VERSION:

[abbatoirablaze]

Surrogate Luna, Chapter 21

Word Count:  2.6k

Warnings:  mentions of murder/violence, knife violence, murder of a child, angsty nightmares, detailed description of a murder/blood, threats of war. 

“Choose!” Sharon commanded, glaring at Steve while she held her knife up to Cinna’s throat, “The bitch or the brat!”

Steve’s heart raced as he looked between his mate and his pup. 

“Daddy!” Stevie whimpered, reaching out for his father. 

“I’ll kill you!” Steve roared from between the arms of two deltas who held him in place. 

One of Sharon’s lackeys cackled as she teasingly drew her own knife along Stevie’s jaw, “little baby brat’s about to get one hell of a smile!”

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!”

“Kill me!” Cinna begged, her own anxiety causing a bitter scent to bite through the air, “let Stevie live.  K-“

“SHUT UP!” Sharon growled as she yanked on Cinna’s hair and the knife bit into her throat.  Steve watched in horror as a rivulet of blood ran down the glittering blade, “choose Steve!”

“Please!” Steve begged, “I gave you a home, Sharon.  I let you have safety within my pack.  She’s my mate.  Stevie’s my pup!”

“And I own you!” she seethed as she dragged her blade along Cinna’s throat, “you belong to me!  NOT THEM!”

Steve’s horror grew.

Cinna’s eyes bulged and she gasped, but nothing came from her lips.  Nothing but a horrible gurgling noise as the blood poured from her throat. 

Sharon let her drop to the ground as she turned her attention to the horrified pup beside her.

“MOMMA!”

“LET HIM GO!” Steve yelled at Sharon as the little pup fought against her, “Leave my pup alone.  Le-“

“I own you!” she repeated, quickly repeating the same actions that she’d taken with Cinna on the small alpha pup. 

Steve screamed in horror as he watched his pup’s body fall to the ground. 

His eyes focused on the blood in front of him. 

The mingling of his pups’ blood and his mates made him feel like he was going to be sick. 

“Daddy!” Steve’s eyes shot to Stevie’s body.  The pup was laying in a pile of his own blood, his corpse already pale, but he continued to speak, only in a haunting monotone voice “daddy…why didn’t you run with me and mommy?  Why did you let her hurt us?”

“Stevie-“

“It’s all your fault!” the little boy said, his eyes as cold as his corpse, “she made you weak…she hurt mommy.  She’s going to hurt me.  It’s only a matter of time.  You’re going to let her kill me just like she killed everyone else that matters.  She’s destroying it all!”

“I’m so sorry, Stevie!” Steve cried.  He reached out to stroke his son’s cheek, but the little boy disappeared. 

A noise behind him caused Steve to turn around. 

Cinna was standing in a red dress that went to the floor.  He was surrounded by white space. 

Sharon and her lackies were gone.

“Cinna…”

“You let her get between us, Steve,” she whimpered sadly, turning her head away from him.  Steve felt the guilt gnawing at his stomach as he looked at the marred flesh on her neck, “you let her get between us even after we marked each other…I’m supposed to be your mate.  Supposed to be your luna.  I gave you pups.  I gave you every part of myself.  I’m supposed to be your world!”

“You are…”

Her eyes snapped to his.  The Irish spring green orbs that could take his breath away made him feel like he should be buried six feet under.

“A good alpha wouldn’t abandon his omega, Steve…a good alpha wouldn’t let their pup be kidnapped by some overzealous bitch!  A good alpha wouldn’t have let her chase your luna out of her own pack.  He would have exiled her…or killed her.  She murdered Wanda and Maria.  She broke up families and imprisoned your pack.  You’re going to let her destroy everything your family built.”

“I-Cinna…I-“

“It’s all your fault, daddy!” Stevie said sadly as he joined Cinna’s side in a red suit, “it’s only a matter of time until she kills me…and you’ll let her.”

“I won’t!” Steve argued, dropping to his knees, “she won’t hurt you, Stevie-“

“Daddy.”

Steve shifted, turning away from his mate and pup.  But when he turned around again, he was alone. 

“Daddy wake up!”

Steve shot up in a cold sweat. 

The air was filled with the bitterness of his own anxiety. 

Stevie was at his side, looking nervously at him. 

Steve shuddered as he pulled his son into his lap, and the small alpha pup worked as hard as he could to soothe his father, nuzzling against him to try to calm him with his own scent.

“Stevie…”

“You were crying in your sleep again, daddy…”

Another wave of guilt rolled through the room as he held his son tight. 

Stevie had stayed in his quarters with him, never leaving his side, ever since the day that Sharon spared him. 

But despite her keeping Stevie alive, she used him as a way to torment Steve; as a way to keep him in control and in line. 

Even at a tender age though, Steve had seen the leadership qualities his son had held. 

He kept Steve sane. 

“Daddy…you need to run…”

Steve looked down at his son and shook his head vigorously, “I’m not going running, Stevie…not gonna leave you alone in the packhouse with her here.”

“You’re weak, daddy…you haven’t shifted in so long…”

“Stevie, I’m fine…”

Stevie nuzzled into his father’s chest, “we should have gone to the summit, daddy…with Uncle Sam…”

“Sam was sent by Sharon as a-“

“Mommy’s there…”

Steve felt his anxiety rising again.

He knew that Cinna was on the Stark pack’s land. 

That was the exact reason Sharon had declined showing up in person and refused to allow Steve to go; instead choosing Sam, saying that if he didn’t go in their place, and make the demands she wanted, she would mutilate Steve and kill Stevie. 

And Sam, the ever-loyal soldier, didn’t want his best friend and godson hurt. 

“Tell me a story about mommy, daddy!” his son begged, knowing that the ultimate way to calm down his father was by asking about his mother.

“Stevie-“

“I barely remember her,” he muttered sadly, hoping the guilt trip would work on him, “I wanna hear a story about mommy…about how much everyone loved her…about how she helped our pack.”

Steve sighed as he laid back down in bed, his son tucking himself into his side.  Absentmindedly, he drew shapes on his son’s back and across his arms as he recounted the memories he had of her.

“Your mommy is the most amazing woman I’ve ever met,” Steve started with a sigh, “the bravest, kindest luna that our pack ever had…but do you know the two things I loved most about her?”

“Hmmm?” Stevie hummed.

“She gave me you…and your little sister, Saradia…”

“Daddy…why did mommy take Saradia away with her?” he asked sadly, “why didn’t mommy take me too?”

“She tried,” he admitted with a frown, “once Sharon took you…after she killed your godmother Wanda, she hid out on the edge of our land…she didn’t want to leave you behind…”

“But she did…”

“Mommy and daddy made Saradia,” he explained, “and when Saradia came along, she took a lot out of your mommy…she almost died.  I made the hardest decision of my life and I let your Uncle Tony take her…Sam had gotten ahold of him…”

“But why didn’t she take me?” he asked, “why didn’t you take Saradia too?”

“I couldn’t bring Saradia back…” he sighed, shaking his head, “Sharon would have killed her…but she let me keep you…”

“I don’t get it, daddy…”

“I know buddy,” Steve sighed heavily, “but just know that your mommy never wanted to leave you behind…she wanted to take you too.  She loves you…she just couldn’t reach you.”

“Sharon’s tired of waiting, Tony,” Sam admitted sadly, “She’s ready to start a war over it.”

“Cinna doesn’t belong to her!” he growled, “I’ve gone over this time and time again.  She is my luna’s sister.”

“I know!” Sam frowned.

Pepper shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest, “No.  You don’t.  Because if you did, we wouldn’t still be talking about this years later.  She belongs to the Stark pack.  She was part of a goodwill gesture when she became a surrogate luna.  She didn’-“

“Luna Pepper, I’m just relaying the message!” Sam said quickly, cutting her off, “I have a vested interest in both sides.  I just-“

“DO NOT EVER CUT MY LUNA OFF AGAIN!” Tony growled, cutting Sam off while projecting his aura out into the room, “you’re here because of my goodwill.  Because of my nephew and niece that came from Steve and Cinna.  I don’t give a damn about any declarations that Sharon Carter is making.”

“I apologize,” Sam replied sadly, before turning his attention to Pepper, “Luna Pepper, I do not mean to insult you.  I just came to declare what the alpha in charge of my alpha’s pack said.  I don’t agree with it.  But I’m doing it on behalf of their safety.”

Pepper gasped, “their safety?  Is my nephew at risk, beta?”

“I followed through on my part,” Sam said quickly, shaking his head, “Sharon likes to hold Stevie over our heads.  He’s an innocent child, but his death is always a threat from her, because she knows that Steve and I would do anything to protect him.”

“Sam…let us give you asylum,” Tony called, recapturing the attention of the other wolf, “don’t go back to Sharon Carter and her mutts.  Let us deliver our own message that we want Stevie and that you are now under our protection.  Other packs have already offered asylum to Rogers pack member when they come to their lands.”

“While I appreciate the offer, alpha Stark, Steve is my alpha.  My best friend.  Stevie is my godson,” he replied sadly, “I will protect them until my last breath.  Just like Wanda did.  Just like Maria did.  I have to refuse your offer for asylum.  At the end of the summit, I must go back to my home.  I’m not here asking for allies in an impending war.  I don’t want anyone to get dragged into a side that I know isn’t right.  But I know that Sharon already has her allies here, attending the summit, rallying for her in secrecy.  I’d advise you to search for true allies, alpha Stark.”

“I believe that’s where I come in, alpha Stark!”

Cinna gasped when she saw the familiar alpha stepping through the throng of wolves in the war room. 

Tony smirked as the crowd parted and a number of other alphas and their dignitaries started whispering amongst themselves, “Well I’ll be damned.  Bucky Barnes…you don’t choose sides…especially not when one of them is-“

“I offered asylum to Sam’s sister and pups,” Bucky said quickly as he cut Tony off.  Cinna gasped as she thought of Sarah, “and I’ve taken in many of the Rogers pack as refugees.  I’m tired of Sharon Carter using Steve however she sees fit.  Not only that, but I’m tired of the idea that she’s using him as a way of claiming ownership on your luna’s sister.”

“And what do you know of my sister?” Pepper growled, sensing a hidden meaning behind his words as she stepped closer to her sister, “why would you choose to openly align yourself with us when you have a past with alpha Rogers.”

“I believe that I have two mates,” Bucky acknowledged, “we all know of my past with Alpha Rogers…I’ve never been shy about the fact that he was my first mate.  I gave up my arm for him when his honor was challenged when we were pups…but I believe the fates have provided me with another…and I would move the earth to see that she and her pups are safe…”

Cinna’s eyes went wide as Pepper and Tony looked at her.  Tony chuckled and turned back to Bucky, “so your scent is the one that’s wrapped around her…I knew it smelled familiar…”

“Cinna Potts is my other mate…” Bucky announced openly to the rest of the wolves in the war room, “which is why I choose to align myself with the Stark pack.  My men are hers to use as she pleases.  My heart is hers to have.  Everything I am, I would gladly give to her if I even sensed she wanted it.”

Cinna felt a blush building on her cheeks at the alpha’s bold proclamation in the midst of the rest of the council of alphas. 

“Alpha Barnes-“

“Sam…you will deliver a message to your alpha and his bitch,” Bucky said firmly, “if she wants my luna she’s going to have to go through me.  She need not come after Stark’s pack.  She’s my luna, and she’s accepted my courting invitation while she remains with her sister and her alpha.”

“Steve’s mark is still on her neck, Buck…”

“And she and her pups are under my protection!” he said firmly once more, “that means that I demand the pup still in Steve and Sharon’s care to come back to her or I will declare war on them myself.”

“Bucky!”

Bucky looked at Cinna.  He could smell the bitterness in her scent.  Calmly, he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, scenting her, “luna…no harm will come to you and no harm will come to your pups.  I promise you that.  But pups deserve to be with their mother.  I know how much it tears you apart that you are not with your pups.  I sensed that.”

“Wait…you said that she accepted your invitation?  Are you courting my sister?” Pepper asked. 

Bucky looked at Cinna and her lips parted, but nothing came out.  Bucky stroked her cheek, “it us up to my luna…but whether or not she wants me to claim her, I will protect her as though I am.  And while a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell our wolves already know one another intimately.”

“Cinna…”

Cinna looked at her older sister. 

“Cinna…answer me now…do you accept alpha Barnes courtship?”

Cinna looked at Bucky. 

There were so many emotions flooding around, but over all of it, she felt safe.  She had told him earlier that morning that she didn’t want a relationship, but she’d regretted the words the second that they’d come from her lips. 

She’d wanted him in every sense of the word.

And now…now was a chance to rectify it.

“Cinna…”

“Yes…” she whispered softly, her eyes never leaving Bucky’s. 

“The lead is yours, luna…” Bucky promised as he pressed a simple, but delicate kiss to her lips, “you say the word and I will move the earth for you…”

“I accept your alliance!” Tony answered loudly, breaking up the moment, “any pack who sides with Sharon Carter is no longer welcome on my lands.  The time for peace is over.  If she wants to come for my luna’s sister.  For my family.  I grant everyone the promise that my people will not go after you if you leave.  But anyone who chooses to stay and is found to be a spy for Sharon Carter will find themselves without a head before the moon rises.”

There was a loud murmur throughout the room, and a few people excused themselves, showing their own alliances.  Tony looked at Sam, “final chance, Wilson…stay with us.  You have asylum.”

“I’ll tell Sharon that she has before the summit is over!” Sam replied firmly, “just do me one favor Barnes…don’t let my sister or her sons get involved. 

“I promised to protect them long ago, Sam…that never changed.  Sarah and the boys will be safe…no matter the sides we end up on.”

Sam nodded and turned on his heel, “I’ll send word…but knowing Buck is involved…Sharon will probably be here before tomorrow…and she’ll want Cinna, Bucky, and Peter’s heads on a platter.”

“We’ll prepare for her arrival!”

Chapter 22

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[watchmegetobsessed]

BRO IM BEGGING

please make a dadrry one shot (preferably for another one universe) about harry comes home from the studio and walks into the kitchen to greet y/n and the baby with kisses—he kisses baby first then goes to kiss y/n but the baby starts getting jealous and whines and they start saying things like “what daddy cant kiss momma?” and they giggle a bit. harry kisses y/n some more to get a reaction out of the baby and then the baby starts really crying and then harry takes them from y/ns arms and is like “ok ok i’m sorry i’m sorry” and kisses the baby a bunch and y/n cant stop laughing while harry’s trying to console the baby lol

please make this i’ll literally cry tears of joy

BABY MAKING

PAIRING: husband!dad!Harry X Reader

SUMMARY: Leo is going through his daddy phase and Harry brings up baby making.

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

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It’s a rare occasion that Harry wraps up work at the studio early, so he can head home before he has to pick up either the twins or Ellie from school or any extra classes. It’s barely past lunch time, the band had to finish because Sarah and Mitch are taking their son to a doctor’s appointment and Harry decided to call it a day and not continue without them. Mostly because it gives him time to be at home with you and baby Leo without the other three little rascals.

On his way home he picks up some cupcakes from your favorite place, knowing how happy the kids will be to find the treats when they get home in the afternoon. Once he has the sweets secured on the passenger seat he finally heads home.

“Baby?” he calls out as he pushes the front door closed with his hips, the box of cupcakes in one hand, his keys in the other.

“Kitchen!” you answer, Leo’s babbling following after your voice.

He finds you standing by the stove, your day got a bit messed up when the neighbor showed up unannounced and kept you up for about an hour, talking about how her cat got lost the other week. Miss Rogers is a nice lady, but sometimes she is too lonely and keeps up everyone and anyone she comes across.

You’re making a quick pasta for a late lunch, Leo has had a bottle already, but you’ll share some of the pasta with him as well. Lately he’s been getting introduced to more and more kinds of food and so far he’s been enjoying everything, especially broccoli and eggs.

He is sitting on your hip, his tiny hands gripping your oversized shirt as you’re stirring the sauce in the pan, watching your every movement like a hawk, as if he had any idea what you were doing.

“Hello, my loves,” Harry coos as he walks in, Leo’s head snapping around in an instant as a grin spreads across his chubby face.

Leo has been obsessed with his daddy. After a few months of mommy phase he now likes to be extra clingy when Harry is around, demanding all of his attention. He claps and giggles as Harry nears the two of you and leaning down he kisses his cheek about a million times, making him laugh even more.

“Hi daddy,” you smile as you watch the scene.

Harry presses one last, sloppy kiss to Leo’s cheek before turning to face you with a lovesick smile.

“Hello mommy. Missed you,” he hums, placing the cupcakes and keys to the kitchen island and leaning in he kisses your lips, but as soon as his mouth touches yours, Leo starts to protest and push his face away from you. “Oh wow,” Harry laughs with wide eyes as Leo tries to grab his hair and pull him closer to him, demanding more kisses. “What, daddy can’t kiss momma now?” he huffs and Leo just babbles in response as if he understood the question.

“You come home and I’m instantly the enemy, huh? That’s not how you acted when it was just the two of us,” you tell your baby, who only pays attention to Harry.

“Mommy needs some kisses too, buddy,” Harry grins before trying to kiss you again, but this time Leo goes harder and actually starts crying at the sight of his parents attempting to lock lips. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” he chuckles, moving back instantly and taking him from your hold.

Leo keeps crying as if the world was ending, his tiny hands gripping Harry’s shirt as his daddy showers him with kisses to calm him down.

“That’s what I get for carrying him for nine months,” you mumble under your breath, returning your attention to the sauce on the stove.

“Aw, baby Leo wants all of daddy’s attention, huh?” he coos, holding him to his chest, trying to soothe him. Leo lays his head to his shoulder, slowly stopping with the crying and enjoying being the center of all of Harry’s attention and you can’t even be mad at him, because it reminds you a lot of Harry himself.

He dances around the kitchen, gently rocking the dramatic baby from side to side until his cries fully die down.

“Mm, something is a bit smelly and it’s not the food I smell,” Harry chuckles and holding Leo up he sniffs his butt before grimacing. “Ow, that’s one smelly bum-bum, my love.”

“Can you change him, please?” you ask even though you know he’d do it anyway. Harry has never been the kind of dad who needed to be ordered around and told what to do.

“Of course. Let’s get this baby butt clean,” he comments before walking out of the kitchen and up to the nursery.

A few minutes later you turn the stove off under the sauce and head upstairs to check on the boys. Walking into the nursery you find Harry standing by the changing table, Leo lying on it with his hands and feet in the air, his pants are gone, but his body is on, putting his chubby thighs on display as Harry keeps talking to him.

“I know you’re team daddy now, but daddy is team mommy, so you’ll have to let me kiss her, okay? Will you let me? Daddy will be very sad if he can’t kiss momma, you wouldn’t want that, right?”

Leo sticks his tongue out as a reply and Harry pretends to be hurt and shocked as you walk up to him and hug him from behind. Leo eyes you suspiciously, but this time at least he doesn’t start crying seeing you interact with Harry.

“We love mommy, right? She is the best,” Harry hums, as he takes Leo from the changing table and holds him to his chest. He watches you with his eyebrows furrowed and you take a chance, pressing a kiss to Harry’s dimpled cheek.

Leo sighs dramatically, but doesn’t protest this time, though he grabs onto Harry’s face and presses his mouth to his daddy’s cheek, which equals to a kiss.

“I wonder who he gets his attitude from,” you chuckle, letting go of Harry to stand in front of him.

“But isn’t it adorable?” Harry grins proudly.

“You wanted another kid to get another copy of yourself, didn’t you?” you accuse him just as a joke.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, baby,” he shrugs his shoulders innocently before kissing Leo’s cheek again. “But maybe we should have another one to see if they would take after me too!”

“Oh no, the baby making has ended!” you shake your head instantly, making him laugh.

“Well, not entirely, right? We were practicing baby making just the other night,” he smirks, so pleased with himself, referring back to that quickie you had in the shower after every kid was put to bed finally.

“Safe baby making. Don’t even think about anything else!” you warn him, heading towards the door. “If you’re done with bonding with your son, bring him down for his late lunch, please.”

“Yes mommy!” he calls after you, but you can hear it in his voice that he is grinning cheekily, probably already plotting how he’ll seduce tonight. Not that he’ll have a lot of work with that…

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[pinkmirth]

can i req some dad reiner fluff? i feel like he would have a lot of kids bc of the breeding kink 🥴 but yeah just some cute stuff pls thank uuuu!!

THE THOUGHT OF REINER BEING FATHER JUST DOES SOMETHING TO ME I- AJHSJS

THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING, ANON!! LET'S GET CAUGHT UP IN THE REINER BRAINROT TOGETHER <3

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—DAD REINER!

 (MODERN AU + MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY + FEMALE BODIED READER + FLUFF + SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE + REINER BEING THE BEST DAD EVER DUH + TW: SLIGHT LANGUAGE)

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Dad Reiner who was such a hot mess moments before he became a father to begin with. The pair of you are situated inside a hospital room, occupied with things much bigger than a sprained ankle. He stood alongside you, his beloved, all the while; Encouraging your efforts and attempting to ease your pain with the squeeze of your hand within his bigger one. As fretful as he feels, it's no surprise that Reiner ends up passing out a good few times, and he wasn't even the one in labor. Though, the hard part is now over, and all his worry has subsided.

Dad Reiner who recalls whimpering, weakly grinning, and eventually bawling of joy when holding his child for the first time. You'd never seen his cries mingled with such joy before. He cradles yours and his newborn within firm forearms and large, mindful hands. The pair of you sob and smile, ogle your baby with a relieved, content thrum in your heart. You allow Reiner to attempt squeezing into the hospital bed beside you, as broad and weighty as he is, with your child being held right between you and him. He’s a hot mess, but an overjoyed one who has you; and little Reiner x [Y/N] junior 🥺

Dad Reiner who converses with you for days before ultimately deciding on a name for yours and his daughter— Joyce Braun. He contemplated on “Karina”, the name of his dear mother. Though, he wants his little girl to be better than any past generation, and rather goes with a more revitalizing name, one that holds a simple, but deep meaning in his perspective. As obvious as it sounds, the name means “Joyful”. That's all he wants; for his kid to be happy in this life, happier than he ever was. Therefore, he bases her name, the root of his dear child’s identity, on cheerfulness.

Dad Reiner who tends to grow somewhat frustrated. Not with you of course, not even with Joyce’s incessant wailing in the early hours of the morning, but with himself. It wasn't as though he did anything wrong, he simply hopes that he won't. Begs himself not to fuck up with this whole “Parent” thing. If it wasn’t clear enough, Reiner wants to be nothing like his own father. He’ll never, ever shoo his child away and disregard them, but instead use those same hands to hold, guide, and lift them up. It doesn't take long for the blonde to snap out of his funk, because he's sure that he can become all the better for the sake of his little family.

Dad Reiner who wakes to your still, ethereal-like form every morning, and it's enough to make his day. A kiss to your neck, a nibble along your earlobe, and a couple repetitive rubs to your waist and thighs are enough to stir you right awake. And if that isn't the case, then it's usually the other way around; You pressing soft, lengthy kisses to his sharp, attractive cheekbones. Despite who arises first, there’s always one thing that's bound to happen— Joyce making her arrival into the bedroom via crawl, with a babble and a cute, happy little shriek upon seeing her parents.

The pair of you have no clue as to how she manages to make her way over to your room every time, but you're simply glad that she does so safely. It's Reiner’s cue to leap out of bed and scoop her off of the carpet and into his awaiting arms, clad in nothing but a white tee and the baggiest sweats. He appears disheveled, but it's still clear to see the main striking similarity between him and his pretty little daughter; Those amber brown eyes that hold the same warm, yellowish hue as his do.

He rocks the giggling one-year old, back and forth and right back again, gazing upon his squirming bundle of joy until you mention that he’s been doing so for a whole ten minutes. He grows sheepish and merely chuckles in reply, resting Joyce’s head upon his firm chest with a sigh. He could do this for ten hours more if it were up to him.

Dad Reiner who knocked you up a couple more times, and real damn good at that. There’s something of a breeding fetish that he’s got on him, which is the reason why your little family is now two kids larger. There’s Joyce, who’s now seven years old, along with her two baby brothers, the pair being a mere one year apart from the other. You and Reiner no longer have to worry about checking on Joyce in her crib, for she sleeps on her own bed now, like the “big girl” she claims to be.

Though, the boys now have you both occupied, and you’re lucky to have an older daughter who’s so understanding and rarely ever  grows jealous. Joyce, your girl who’s on more of the rambunctious side but ironically never pleads for attention, has been spending much more quality time with Reiner. Both you and him are busy with the boys, but the blonde tends to have free time on his hands every now and then. Besides, someone’s got to keep Joyce company.

Reiner happily obliges, and makes this father-daughter time worthwhile. Wholesome picnics to the park that always end in races back to the car and Reiner being a damned klutz and dropping his sandwich. Having a “spa day”, filled with Reiner’s not-so-great attempts at doing his girl’s hair, messy manicures and a hefty bag of makeup that Joyce “borrowed” from you. He spoils the girl as if the lot of you are rich (and since Reiner’s always got a hefty load of spare cash, you technically are), but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dad Reiner who’s a lot more used to this “dad” thing now, since it’s been a couple good years down the line. You and him have amazing bonds with each of your kids, but they seem to latch onto Reiner’s large, broad body at any given time a lot more than they do you. Joyce is twelve, the brothers are five and six, and Reiner’s officially a DILF— The finest one at that. His stubble stays nicely trimmed, along with the subtle creases at his eyes becoming a little more distinctive. Goes to work, and sometimes takes the kid’s lunches instead of his own, because that's just the Reiner Way.

He’s the ultimate father in practically every situation, even when looking out for peers and comrades. He doesn’t mean to, it’s just that habits easily stick with Reiner, and it’s rather difficult for him to let them go. Besides, with three kids, how do you expect him to not be in “dad mode”?

Dad Reiner who utterly loves having random little talks with his kids, and never invalidates them, not for one second. It’s almost as though he can see things in their perspective, and they don’t know anyone else better to vent to other than their dad and mom. Though, when they tend to babble on about something that’s rather popular within their generation, it gets hard for him to catch up. They proceed to call him “old” and receive a good chase around the house before they get caught and looped into a tickle attack, and that's basically the worst thing imaginable if you’re in the Braun family. The reason being is Reiner’s unparalleled speed, despite his age; Thirties to early forties, but he’s still extremely fit, and has no problem running a mile if he has to.

Dad Reiner who’s in love with his family and the person they’ve gradually helped him become. You cherish him and your kids like none other, and he does the same. Sometimes it abruptly dawns on him; He’s a dad, and he’s actually a good one, who would’ve known? He smiles to himself, allowing his amber eyes to flit over to wherever you are before his soft grin grows wider. You look back, blow a kiss, and he does the same. The action is exchanged before he strides over to give you the real deal— Though, your sweet little peck is all cut short when Joyce and the boys skip in and start making kissy noises, with you and Reiner laughing all the while.

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“Papa,” Gale, the youngest son of the bunch, calls aloud and gains his father’s attention. Reiner peers up from his book and gives a brief, questioning response. “Yes, dove?” It’s a simple, sweet nickname; One that he calls you, Joyce, and the boys.

“Mommy’s in the bathroom crying.” The blonde drops his novel with an punctuating hitch of his breath, the book falling upon the couch with a dull thump. “—Why? Is she alright?” Reiner, the man who generally keeps himself rather poised, is now frantic, sharp brows downturned at his son's statement.

“Uh, I dunno. She’s crying, but smiling too.” This then causes Reiner’s brows to furrow. “Smiling, you say?”

“Yeah. Can we go out to get ice cream today? I wanna get, uh.. Chocolate chip, please!”

Reiner lets a brief laugh slip loose at Gale’s query, but he has to prioritize his wife over a summertime snack. He then begins to make a beeline towards the bathroom, in search of you. “Soon enough, dove. I’ve got to go up there and check on your momma first, alright—?”

Gale then shrugs and hops onto the couch, little feet padding along the spacey seat as the leather creases underneath his weight.

“By the way, Papa,” Reiner then pauses, open to any vital information his son could give, “she has this funny stick thingy in her hand. It’s got two little lines on it and stuff.”

Reiner chokes on his breath, lower lip beginning to tremble and quirk into a smile. If the case is what he thinks it is, he’s got all the reason to bust out with the teary eyes and jovial whimpers, just as he did when receiving the news of his three expected children in the past.

“A stick..?”

“Mhm,” hums Gale, proceeding to jump upon the dark brown couch, “Mama probably wants some chocolate chip ice cream too.”

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[thatfanficstuff]

Summer Wedding - Stucky

Grouping - Stucky x Reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. smut including unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), public teasing, oral sex (m receiving), spit roasting, minor knife play and other stuff I'm sure I forgot.

A/N: This is the first fic I'm posting for my summer celebration and it was actually written for boxofbonesfic's Hot Girl Summer Challenge. Not as um...descriptive as I'd intended on making it but I like it. Enjoy.

Word count: 3544

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The wedding was beautiful, even you had to admit that. It was a relatively simple affair as these things went, though you were certain your uncle had spent several thousands on the flowers that seemed to dot every surface of the grounds of his estate. At least he’d kept your cousin from having a large church wedding this time. There was only so many times that was acceptable anyway, right?

A sigh slid from your lips and you sipped at your drink. You never should have come to this wedding. You weren’t in the mood for it. No, you should have made up an excuse about being sick and stayed home. The only reason you hadn’t was the fact you had no desire to listen to your mother bitch at you for the next six months for missing a family event. Just the thought had you rolling your eyes.

You’d actually been looking forward to the wedding until last week. That’s when you discovered your boyfriends were going on a mission and would not be back in time to accompany you. Not only did you hate going to weddings alone, but you’d already gone through the ordeal of explaining to your aunt why you need a plus two instead of a plus one. And she certainly hadn’t kept that information to herself. Half the damn day had been spent answering questions about your relationship from nosy family members.

Speaking of…Your cousin Natalie sat down in one of the empty chairs that flanked you. She smirked and sipped at her champagne. “So, where are your dates, Y/N?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes again. Too much more of that and you’d have a raging migraine. Instead, you kept your gaze on the dance floor and took another sip of your drink. “They had to work.”

“I just find it interesting that you all but beg mother for an extra seat and here they both are. Empty.” She eyed you, waiting for a reaction you had no intention of giving her. “I mean, why lie? It’s kind of pathetic.”

You finally turned your head to her. “Shouldn’t you be doing something wedding-ish? You are the maid of honor, aren’t you? Oh, that’s right, you aren’t in the wedding party, are you?” You sucked a breath through your teeth in mock sympathy. “Sorry.”

There was certain to be a reason why Natalie wasn’t part of her only sisters third wedding, but you didn’t care beyond the fact it was sure to be a sore spot. Frankly, Natalie had always been a bitch, even when you were children. Though, unlucky in the marriage department, her sister Sally had always been your preferred cousin. Maybe Sally had finally gotten tired of dealing with her sister’s shit.

Natalie narrowed her eyes and leaned toward you. “I don’t believe you could get one man to put up with you, let alone two. No one does. We actually had a pool going over whether either of them would show up. And if they did, whether they’d leave with you since you’d probably paid them to be here. I mean, most people just make up one boyfriend. Two really takes the cake. You never could stand not being the center of attention.”

The irony wasn’t lost you that most of your family had no idea you worked with the Avengers. Nor had you mentioned the names of those two boyfriends of yours. Real attention seeker you were. You chanced a glance at your phone to check the time. You had at least another hour before you could leave without a lecture from your mother. You also had zero messages from your boys. Hopefully, that meant they were taking care of business and would be home soon.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” your cousin started whisper yelling from beside you as she froze in her chair. Her eyes were wide and slightly crazed.

Your brow furrowed. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Even as you waited for an answer, your trained ear picked up murmurs beginning amongst the other guests.

When you went to look over your shoulder, Natalie gripped your hand. “Don’t turn around,” she said through clenched teeth. When you went to do it anyway, she snapped again. “Don’t. They’ll see you staring.”

“Who?” Your tone was clipped as irritation crawled through you.

“Steve Rogers and James Barnes just walked in,” she hissed, her gaze locked on them. So apparently she was allowed to stare but you weren’t. By this point, everyone else would be staring as well. The boys were used to it.

You snatched your hand away from your cousin and spun in your seat. As soon as you saw them, a smile covered your face. They had been so certain they wouldn’t be back in time. You knew they’d pushed themselves to be here for you. You ran your gaze over them, taking in the rare sight of them in suits. Even though you’d helped them pick them out, you still licked your lips at the sight.

Steve wore a beautiful bright blue suit that you knew brought out his eyes even though they were currently hidden behind sunglasses. Buck’s suit looked light blue but it was actually a thin blue pin stripe. Both of them looked incredible as always, but you always got a little thrill seeing them dressed up. Of course, that feeling was mutual.

They hadn’t seen you yet, but they were scanning the crowd as they moved across the vast grounds of your uncle’s estate. When your uncle moved to greet them, you stood as well.

Natalie grabbed at your arm. “What are you doing? You’re going to embarrass me.”

Yeah, she didn’t need any help with that. You shook her off and started toward your men. Both of them immediately locked onto your presence and wide smiles greeted you. Your uncle got to them before you could. Steve shifted his attention to speak with him, but Buck’s attention was 100% on you. His gaze trailed over you from head to toe and his eyes darkened.

“We’re extremely honored that you’re here. How did you hear about the wedding?” you heard your uncle ask. He was one of the politer members of your family.

“They’re with me, Uncle Frank,” you said as soon as you were close enough to be heard without raising your voice. “Sorry they’re late. They were working.”

Frank turned to you, his mouth slightly agape and his brows lifted. “These are the dates Margie wouldn’t stop going on about?” Margie was his wife and the aunt you had to beg for the extra seat.

You hummed in agreement.

“Well, I certainly hope so or this is going to turn awkward in a moment,” Bucky said with a lopsided grin. He opened his arms in invitation and you stepped into them. “Missed you, doll.”

You nuzzled against his chest briefly, careful not to transfer your makeup to his shirt. “I missed you, too. So much. I’m glad you’re home.”

There was a tug on your arm and you were pulled into Steve’s embrace. He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Hey, baby.”

“Hey, soldier.” You turned to look at your uncle who was still staring in stunned silence. “Steve, Bucky, this is my Uncle Frank. Father of the bride.”

Both of your boys shook his hand and thanked him for allowing them to come. He hurried back to his table, undoubtedly to announce this strange turn of events. You fell into step with your boyfriends, taking their hands in yours while you walked in the middle. You led them over to your table to find Natalie still in Bucky’s seat.

“Natalie,” you said to get her attention. When she continued to gape at the two men you said her name again.

She smiled at you as if you were her favorite person in the world certain there was an introduction in her future. “Yes, cousin?”

“You’re in his seat.”

She blinked at you for a second before her face twisted in anger. She scrambled from the chair and stormed back to her table with a toss of her head. Steve and Buck chuckled as they took their seats on either side of you. They slid their chairs as close to you as they could get. “Are you two hungry? We already had dinner but I could find you something.”

Bucky squeezed your thigh. “We ate. Don’t worry about us, sweetheart.”

“I’m glad you two made it,” your mother’s voice caught your attention and you turned to find her standing next to Steve. He stood to greet her and you leaned against Bucky, knowing he wouldn’t care to do the same. “If I had to listen to one more person say she made you up I was going to scream,” she admitted as she hugged Steve. That earned another low chuckle from Bucky.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, it’s good to see you again,” Steve said, managing to sound sincere. Not that he disliked your mother, but they’d just returned from a mission. All they wanted to do was stay home for a couple of days and destress. But they’d come here for you and they would be on their best behavior.

“We won’t be staying long, mom. They just got home,” you informed her and braced yourself for an argument.

Instead, she nodded. “Of course, sweetheart. Just make sure to introduce them to Sally before you leave.”

You groaned. “Can’t I just do it at her next wedding?”

“Y/N!” she snapped but you caught the twitch at the corner of her lips.

Bucky snorted a laugh beside you while Steve shot you a chastising look. You smiled. “I will, momma.”

She left and Bucky turned to speak in your ear as Steve sat back down. “We don’t have to leave, baby girl.” The nickname shot a thrill up your spine. “I love weddings. The food. The dancing. The clothes. Like this little number you have on. I really love this dress, doll.” You wore a white sundress with tiny blue flowers on it to match their suits that fell a few inches above your knees. It was the first time either of them had seen it.

Steve’s arm settled across the back of your chair and his fingers played with your hair. “Yeah, that dress is something special. It might be a bit too short, though,” he said without glancing at you. Instead, he seemed to be keeping an eye on the crowd around you.

“It’s not too short.” You loved the dress and thought it was perfect.

“Yeah, Stevie. If anything, it’s not short enough.” Bucky’s fingers dragged your dress up your thigh, bunching it up in his hand as he went.

“What are you doing, Barnes?” you hissed.

“I told you I missed you, doll. I want to show you how much.”

You placed a hand on his, stopping his movement. “You can’t be serious.”

“Of course, we are. We talked about it all the way home,” Steve answered. He lowered his mouth to speak in your ear. “Talked about how we wanted to please you in front of everyone. With everyone watching because you know their eyes are glued to our table trying to figure out how we managed to land a beautiful gal like you.”

You snorted a laugh that cut off in a gasp as Bucky pulled your dress further up your thigh. “I don’t think that’s what they’re thinking, Steve.”

Bucky kissed the patch of skin behind your ear. “How come he gets Steve and I got Barnes?”

“He’s not the one actively trying to feel me up at my cousin’s wedding.” Your eyes slipped closed as his fingers brushed your inner thigh. Sweat beaded your skin and you wondered if you could blame it on the heat even though it was ten degrees cooler than it had been earlier.

“But it was all his idea,” Buck whispered.

Your eyes flew open to shoot a glare at the blond’s head. “Steven Grant Rogers, What would your mother say?”

Buck laughed, drawing the attention of some of the few people that weren’t already staring. “She’d probably say, ‘good going, Stevie’. She would have loved you.”

“Would—” All ability to finish your sentence or to have a rational thought fled from you when he pushed your panties aside and ran his fingers through your folds. Fuck.

“She’s already soaking wet for us, Steve. Such a good girl,” Bucky cooed.

Steve’s hand fisted on the back of your chair as he glanced around again. “I was wrong. I don’t have the patience for this. I need to be buried in her.” He slid his sunglasses off and put them in the inside pocket of his jacket. He turned to face you, blue eyes burning into you. “You have exactly two minutes to find us someplace private or we’re going to finger fuck you right here until you scream. Your choice, princess.”

In less than a minute, you’d sent a text on your phone and jumped to your feet. Taking their hands in yours, you dragged them toward the house. You pulled them through the large home until you reached a familiar door on the main level. Opening it, you shoved the super soldiers inside. You locked the door behind you and turned to find them already loosening their ties.

“We don’t have time for that,” you argued with a wave of your hands. “I told Uncle Frank we were borrowing his office for an important phone call. We have twenty minutes tops.”

Bucky groaned. “I wanted to take my time with you. I missed you,” he nearly whined.

The corner of your mouth kicked up. “We can take all the time you want later, baby. Right now, just fuck me.” That had him groaning again, an entirely different sound this time.

Steve, however, wasn’t wasting any time. He grabbed a cushion from the couch and tossed it on the floor. “All fours, princess.” He was already undoing his belt by the time you dropped to your knees. He moved behind you and pushed your dress up to give himself a clear view of your ass. He ran his hand over it before giving you a light swat. The mild sting was still enough to have you shifting.

“These have got to go,” he said tugging on the side of your panties. “Buck?”

You glanced up to see Bucky grin as he pulled out a knife and handed it to Steve. He traced your spine with the back of the blade causing you to hiss and arch your back. The sensation only doubled when he moved from cloth to bare skin. The cold steel on your flesh sent tremors through you but you weren’t scared. Far from it. “I think she likes that, Stevie,” Bucky said, a teasing lilt in his voice. “We’ll have to remember that.”

Steve merely hummed before slicing through both sides of your panties and pulling them off as he handed the knife back to his friend. His hand immediately cupped you and his fingers dipped into your soaking wet folds. “Christ, Y/N. I hope you’re ready for me, baby.”

The head of his cock nudged your entrance as if asking for permission but that only lasted a moment. A second later, Steve surged forward filling you with his length. You moaned at the familiar sensation and clawed at the carpet. He paused, giving you time to adjust then he was thrusting into you in long, slow strokes. “Don’t tease,” you ordered.

Steve laughed and increased his speed. When you groaned, Bucky was there rubbing the tip of his cock across your lips. You opened your mouth and sucked at him greedily, needing to taste him while Steve railed you from behind. Only when you had both of them inside of you did you feel complete. Whole. Whatever the fuck was wrong with you, you hoped there was no cure. You would gladly die like this.

The feeling of both of them moving in and out had a perfectly sinful, wanton moan coming from you. The vibration ran along the length of Bucky’s cock and he grunted. His fingers tightened their hold in your hair and his speed increased. Steve mirrored his pace and it didn’t take long for the office to fill with lurid grunts and the sweaty, sweet smell of sex.

Soon, you were so lost in sensation you became little more than a vessel for them to use as you climbed to your peak. Their rhythm stuttered and you knew they were close. You clenched your walls around Steve and were rewarded with a hiss and his grip on your hips tightening. At the same time, you sucked harder on Bucky and ran your tongue along the underside of his cock. “Fuck,” he bit out. “I’m close. Cum, baby girl. Come on.”

Steve’s fingers found your clit. Two seconds later you were screaming around the cock in your mouth as your cunt clutched greedily at the one in your pussy. Fuck. Bucky came next, his load shooting into your mouth and down your throat. As you swallowed his offering, Steve filled you with his cum. You felt it leak around him and drip to the floor.

They pulled out of you at the same time and you collapsed to your side. “Holy shit,” you said between pants causing your boys to laugh.

“Holy shit’s right. Damn,” Bucky agreed. Your eyes followed his movements as he tucked himself back into his pants and put himself to rights. Before you could turn to Steve, you felt fabric between your legs cleaning you up.

A glance showed him wiping away his cum with the remnants of your panties. He gave you a wicked grin. “Can’t have you leaking all over your cousin’s wedding, now can we?”

Your face heated as you thought about all the times they’d made you walk around with their cum leaking out of you. Apparently, that wasn’t appropriate for a wedding but was fine everywhere else. Steve stood and pulled his pants up before doing up his belt. He held out a hand to you. “Let’s get you fixed up, sweetheart.”

They’d barely done anything and looked like they had when you walked into the room. You, on the other hand, probably looked like you’d gone a couple of rounds with a rabid raccoon. Stupid men. Steve made sure your dress was laying correctly so everything was covered while Bucky did the same thing behind you. They both fiddled with your hair for a moment before declaring you gorgeous.

You narrowed your gaze at them, not buying it for a moment. The three of you quickly put the office to rights. There was nothing you could do about the smell of sex in the air but hopefully it would dissipate before your uncle needed to use it.

“Seriously, baby girl. You look fantastic,” Buck insisted when he noticed you fidgeting.

“Yeah, but you guys like it when I look freshly fucked,” you said as you opened the door. There was a mirror in the hallway you used to check your appearance. You actually didn’t look that bad, but you definitely looked a little wild. You shrugged. Honestly, you didn’t care. “All right, we’re saying hello to the bride, then we’re leaving.”

“No argument here.” Steve took your hand in his and Buck did the same thing on the other side.

When the three of you made it outside, you headed straight for the head table. “Sally, this is Steve and Bucky. Boys, this is my cousin Sally and her new husband Ben.”

“Lovely to meet you,” Steve greeted with a smile. Sally launched herself at him and wrapped him in a hug.

“I can’t believe you came to my wedding,” she squealed before letting go of him to hug Bucky. His eyes begged you to help him but you just smiled. Sally was a bit flighty but she was good people.

She hugged you last. “You should have told me, Y/N. I would have sat you closer to the front.”

“It’s okay, Sally. We have to go. Congratulations,” you said then let her go. When you did, you found that most of the family had come to get introductions or say their farewells. Nicole tried to go in for a hug, but Steve subtly made sure it was nothing more than a handshake. The fact you didn’t introduce her was enough to tell them she wasn’t the kind of person they wanted to know.

When she tried to hug Bucky, you intercepted and hugged her instead. “It was good seeing you, Nicole.”

“You have some explaining to do,” she said in a low voice as she hugged you tighter than necessary. When she released you, she continued to stand by you.

You watched Bucky and Steve say goodbye to your mother and uncle before they turned to you. You held up a finger to tell them you’d be right with them and leaned sideways to get closer to your cousin. “So, just out of curiosity, did anyone in the pool have them fucking me during the reception?”

[yawnzzjun]

"I wonder how school life will be when Mia is out of it.."

"What did she do to you?" I asked Niki snapping him out of his fantasy. Ever since I told him about what I'm gonna do today he won't shut up about how happy life will be with her out of it.

"She's like a mosquito that won't leave you alone."

"How?"

"When Jungwon and I first attended here she wouldn't leave us alone I mean I get we are both good looking but personal space you know?"

"Sounds.. hard to believe.."

"EXCUSE?"

"I'M KIDDING."

-

We joked a lot on our way to the office but when we reached to the entrance we stopped and looked at each other.

"Will this actually work?"

"Don't know.."

"What if she actually doesn't get punished?"

"I just want her OUT the school."

"How are we gonna do that?"

..

"Kinda want to embarrass her."

"How?"

"We get the video from the camera." I answered back. Niki asked again how are we gonna do that and I called our bestest friend in the world.

.

.

.

"No."

"WHY NOT?"

Niki and I said at the same time. We both went begging Jungwon to get us a specific timing on getting into the camera and take a video of the recording but he downright declined the idea, I mean who wouldn't but thats beside the point.

"That's gonna get all of us in trouble."

"Better than nothing." I said with Niki backing me up.

Jungwon stared at us, trying to find a way to remove such ideas out of our head but gave up and accepted the offer, his reasoning was we might cause bigger problems without his help or whatever.

It was now lunch break and Jungwon told us to meet him at the restrooms. Apparently he said they isn't anyone around the office at that time, being a goody good momma's boy helps you sometimes I guess.

Niki and I met up with Jungwon and we all made our way to the office.

"I'm so scared my cheeks are sweating."

"Which cheeks?"

"Uhm."

"Will you both shut up."

"Sorry."

-

Now entering the room Jungwon rushed us to get out our phone as he got in the computer.

"Boy how do you know the password?" I asked him holding my phone out.

"I have my ways." Was all he said.

.

.

"I think I found it.. " He said as he played the recording and indeed it was us in the hallway and very clearly you can hear the conversation. I was recording the video but Jungwon and Niki both watched the video in shocked.

"Woah she really said those stuff.." Niki said while Jungwon nodded.

"Let's.. leave this room." Jungwon ordered and we all left.

-

-

"Y/N L/N, YANG JUNGWON AND RIKI NISHIMURA, PLEASE COME TO THE OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!"

Ah such loving words I was expecting to hear the next day I came to class. My tweet got alot of attention especially since I uhm used the school name as a tag but ever since the whole morning I got a lot of attention, people waving and smiling at me, some saying sorry for what happened and some giving me disgusted looks for dealing with the situation poorly which I understand.

-

"Do you three know how much this could harm our school name?"

..

"Staying silent here but you can go tweet your life away huh? Miss. L/n? Answer me."

I shifted on my other leg, even tho it's my friends with me it's still embarrassing being singled out like that.

"I'm sorry." Was all I could say, of course I know the answer I was gonna get, but I couldn't say what I really wanted to, might cause me more trouble.

"I've called your parents to come pick you up and to hear what you've done. Mr. Yang I'm disappointed I you especially, doing such acts and going through my computer without permission? I've expected something better from you."

The principal took a glance at Niki then looked away. Our parents came and my mom gave me a look that could kill.

"Good morning, do you all know why you are here?" They all shook their head and waited for the rest.

The principal told them what happened and they looked at us in disappointment. Thought my mom did spoke up on something that didn't cross my mind at this time.

"What punishment is your daughter getting?"

"Excuse?"

"I get what my daughter did was out of line but yours was too. I will accept the fact that Y/N is getting suspended and will go on her school record but I won't stand here and let you leave your daughter out of this, she's the main reason Y/N and the boys did what they do."

The principal was shocked and wanted to back up his child but the parents agreed with what my mother did and gave all four of us suspension for 3 weeks.

-

SYNOPSIS:Due to family reasons, you had to move away from your old country and start over a whole new life in Korea but the thing is you have never been to here before.

In creating your new life, you began a secret relationship with Choi Yeonjun.

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little family - t.seguin

a/n: the inspo for this was me having a very bad week at work haha

Nearly two month old Laila was finally started to calm down as she laid on your chest, Chase, your two your old was grumpily playing with his toys, claiming he wasn’t speaking to you because you were “mean” to him. His version of mean was you putting him in time out for coloring on the wall. You couldn’t help but let out an exasperated sigh as Chase stood walking over to you, “mommy?” He spoke sweetly, you hummed in response, carefully sitting up, trying not to wake Laila. “Snack?” He asked, giving you those big eyes, he looked so much like Tyler in that moment, brown eyes staring at you with happiness swimming in them. You let out a soft chuckle, “yeah, honey, you can have a snack.” You mumbled, carefully standing up, cradling his sister to your chest. She stirred, soon beginning to wail as you rushed to give your son his snack, settling for some goldfish crackers as it wasn’t too long until Tyler would be home and you’d be making dinner. “No!” Chase shouted, you looked down at him with raised eyebrows as you started rocking Laila. “No!” He shouted again, throwing the open packet on the ground, “Chase, pick those up right now.” You demanded, glancing at Laila who was turning red and you knew she was about to spit up. Right as you went to move her, she spit up all over the floor, it landing by Chase who started crying at the sudden appearance of it. He went to run off because he knew he was in trouble for throwing his food but his foot caught the spit up and he slipped, landing on his butt with a thud and the screams doubled.

At the sudden screaming the dogs came running over, finally choosing to check if everything was ok. “Marshall!” You gasped when he started licking up the food, “no, no, Gerry!” You snapped, visually gagging when he liked up Laila’s spit up. You scooped Chase up, grimacing as his foot covered in spit up wiped all over your shirt, Laila was still whining, desperately searching for her pacifier. “Chase, you’re fine bud.” You hated that you had to pick which child to comfort, but he was not really crying from the fall, more for attention. You set him down, watching as he wrapped himself around your leg, clinging to you, repeatedly shouting mommy, only breaking your heart further as you lugged him along on your leg, gasping in relief when you found the pacifier, popping it in Laila’s mouth. She finally calmed down, still squirming but the crying had stopped, Chase was still dramatically sobbing, your head shot over to the door when you heard it opening. “Oh thank god.” You whispered, barely hearing yourself over the crying boy. “Look, daddy’s home!” You cheered down to your son, “no, mommy!” He shrieked like you had just told him he was getting a punishment. Tyler raised his eyebrows at the sight in front of him, “hey, buddy.” He kneeled, holding his arms out for his son, who only gripped you tighter. “Tyler, can you just take her please?” You mumbled, giving him a silently begging look. “Yeah.” He sighed, pushing away the heartache of his son not even wanting to say hello, but he knew it wasn’t personal, after all Chase was in the middle of a temper tantrum. “Hi, my little-oh god, stinky princess.” Tyler mumbled taking Laila, grimacing as you both suddenly smelt her soiled diaper. You smirked, “she’s just saying how much she loves you.” You gave him a quick peck before squatting down to your sons eye level as Tyler whisked off with Laila, cooing to her about how much he missed her today.

“Look at me.” You demanded softly, placing a hand on your sons back, he looked up at you with a huge pout and tear stained face, you reached out and cupped his chubby little cheeks. You pushed your insecurities aside from letting him cry for so long, it was part of having two little kids, but it didn’t make you hurt any less. “We don’t throw food, and we don’t color on walls.” You spoke soft, but stern, he nodded still in your hold. “Are you sorry?” You asked, removing your hands, he nearly knocked you over, “I sorry.” He mumbled hugging you tightly. You smiled at his actions, kissing the top of his curly mop of hair. “You know, I think it would make daddy very happy if you went over there and gave him an even bigger hug and a kiss. He missed you today.” You spoke sweetly, Chase looked up at you with a grin, running off towards where Tyler was with Laila, Tyler was on his way back, Laila only covered in a diaper. “That was a huge blowout.” He laughed, letting out an over dramatic groan when Chase ran into his legs, you took Laila back from him, watching with a quivering lip as Chase was lifted happily up into Tyler’s arms. You watched your son wrap his arms around Tyler’s neck tightly, hugging him before leaning back and giving him a cute little kiss. Tyler enjoyed every second, it was no secret Chase was a mommas boy. “Did you have a good day?” He asked his son, but glanced over to you, doing a double take when he saw the tears pooling in your eyes. He went to speak but you shook your head, “I’m gonna go get her some clothes.” You whispered, walking past him before Chase could see you begin to cry.

You slipped Laila into a simple onesie, constantly wiping your tears as you admired the little girl before you, you loved your kids, with every ounce of your body, and always would. You’d do anything for them, and everything for them, and with that being said, you did, and you were tired. So damn tired, and you didn’t blame Tyler at all, because when he was home he was just as hands on as you were, he was never one of those dads you had to ask twice to do something, he just did it. It was hard still, most days were good, but Laila was an easy crier, so different from how Chase was as a baby, and today was a bad day, you’d been up since before Tyler had even left, Chase coming in to your room not feeling good, Laila waking early and eating in clusters all day, Chase being on his worse behavior. It just got to you today, and it made you feel worse that it got to you. It shouldn’t, you’re their mother, you shouldn’t feel so burdened, you wanted them, you prayed for them your whole life and they were here and they were perfect. A knock on the door made your head shoot up, you were sitting on the edge of the bed, Laila laying beside you, peacefully looking around. You saw Tyler standing in the doorway, arms crossed as he looked at you softly well Chase ran over to you, he had a note in his hand and skillfully climbed into your lap, he put the note down and gave you his pouty lips, not the sad ones but the ones he made when he wanted a kiss, you smiled tearfully and gave him a kiss, your heart bursting with love as he wiped the tears off your cheeks before running back over to Tyler silently. He gave you a smile as he usher Chase out, shuttling the door as they left. You opened the note, sniffling as you read Tyler’s slightly sloppy handwriting,

“don’t come downstairs until we get you!”

You rolled your eyes, not hesitating to oblige, you placed the note into the drawer of your nightstand, carefully moving to lay beside your sweet little girl. “Hi.” You whispered, grabbing her little fist when she looked at you, gurgling softly, “we’re really lucky you know, you’re daddy’s great, and your brother is gonna protect you so much when you’re bigger.” You laughed softly to yourself as you thought about the future, “don’t worry, I’ll make sure they let the good guys get to you.” You teased softly, smiling as your emotions leveled out a little, sometimes you just need a good cry. You grinned down at her blank expression, lightly tickling her stomach, her lips cracked up a little and you gasped, stopping your movements, did she just smile? You did it again, and she smiled, a real toothless smile and you cheered jumping to your feet. You wanted Tyler to see it, but you didn’t want to ruin whatever little plan he had Chase all excited about, so you pulled out your phone and FaceTimed him, he answered, holding the phone extremely close to his face, not letting you see anything. “Yes?” He sang, “she’s smiling!” You shrieked, pointing the camera to her, you did your earlier actions, her face lighting up again. “Oh my god!” He grinned, his eyes lighting up, “that’s my baby girl!” He cheered, speaking to her through the phone, she continued smiling, and you knew instantly, she would be a smiley baby now. “When can I come down?” You asked with a laugh, turning the phone back towards you, he quirked a brow. “Let me confirm with my assistant.” He joked, pausing the video you laughed, scooping Laila up as you heard two sets of footsteps running up the stairs. Really it was more of Tyler’s and Chase lightly padding before him, you hung up the phone, slipping it back into your pocket.

The bedroom door opened and your two boys smiled at you, “mommy!” Chase ran over to you, Tyler follows slowly behind him, holding his hands out for Laila, he took her but not before pressing a short but sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you.” He whispered, laughing when Chase started pulling your hand, “I love you.” You repeated to him before allowing your son to pull you along. “What did you two do?” You teased, Chase kept his eyes focused on the stairs, something he was getting better at walking down. “Patience.” Tyler scolded, walking right behind you. He laughed under his breath when you glared jokingly at him. “Oh my goodness,” you gasped, looking down at Chase who was looking at the living room proudly, they cleaned up the toys, and laid out pillows and blankets all over the floor, against the couch. Of course, yours and Chase’s favorite Disney movie was set up on the screen, Moana. You lifted your son up into your arms, he giggled as you smothered him in kisses. “Mommy, stop!” He shrieked, pushing at your face, his face turning bright red from laughter. “Alright, alright, I have to cook dinner.” You mumbled, stopping long enough for Chase to catch his breath. “Oh no you don’t, we’re having a junk night.” Tyler laughed, wrapping his free arm around you, “I ordered Chinese.” He mumbled, you sighed in relief. “Thank god.” You whispered leaning into his hold slightly. “Aw, honey.” You cooed to Laila, it was time for her to eat and she was letting you know as she went from peaceful to wailing in about half a second. You lowered Chase down and he happily cuddled himself up into the pile of blankets looking at you and Tyler cheesily. “By the time she’s done dinner will be here.” Tyler sighed, handing her over, “thank you.” You responded, he shook his head, looking over when the doorbell rang and the dogs hopped up. “Don’t thank me.” He laughed, pushing you off to the living room as he went to get the food, you sat in the chair, propping her and your arm up on a pillow as Chase paid no mind to you feeding her, he was used to it, never even asked any questions about it, which surely surprised you and Tyler.

Dinner has since come and gone, the credits to Moana playing on the screen as Chase slept on the floor in front of you, Laila was sleeping on Tyler’s chest, you had your head on the part of his chest she wasn’t taking up. “Y/N?” Tyler whispered, fingers running up your arm as spoke, “yeah?” You lifted your head, hearing the concern in his voice. “Are you okay? Really? I know it’s hard, baby, and I wish I was here more.” He spoke softly, you smiled softly, he was searching your eyes for anything, he needed an answer, he needed to know what he could do to help you. “Ty,” you mumbled, placing a hand on his face, his beard slightly tickling the palm of your hand. “It was just one bad day, you know I’d tell you if it was anything more.” You assured him, he was so attentive, he never wanted to make you feel like you had to do it all, you were equal partners in this life. “You’re a great mom, you know that?” He questioned, looking at you expectantly. “I know, and you’re a great dad, now can we please get them to bed, I just need to shower and sleep.” You teased softly, carefully standing to your feet, he laughed but agreed, following your actions, somehow you picked Chase up, carrying him up to his room, placing a kiss to his forehead once you set him down. “Goodnight sweet boy.” You whispered, tucking his blanket up over him, quietly shutting the door and walking down the hall to where Tyler was in your room, placing Laila down in her bassinet. “Come here.” You mumbled, standing in the middle of the room, he walked over to you, smiling down at your childlike expression. “I,” you paused, kissing him, “love,” another one, “you.” One long kiss, and he pulled away a little surprised, but grinning like someone just told him it was Christmas. “I love you too, so much.” He sighed, kissing your forehead softly, “hopefully they’re better tomorrow, but how about that shower?” He teased, hands sliding lower down your back. “No funny business, we don’t need another one yet.” You chastised, he put his hands up in surrender, but smirking when you walked away with a little extra sway in your hips. “Hurry up before I change my mind!” “What? No-I’m coming.” He tripped over his pants as he kicked them off following you, he laughed along with you when you were stood in the bathroom watching him with a grin. When he stepped into the shower with you, truly being nothing but sweet, showering you with kisses and whispers of sweet nothings, you knew that you would go through a hundred bad days if it meant you still had a great night like this with your little family.

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[fictionalabyss]

No crusts.

Pairings : Beta!Ash x Omega!Reader

Word count : 1,621

Written for : @spnabobingo​

Square : Love at first smell

Warning : preschool for part of the fic, love at first smell, Au where your mate smells like your favorite memories, baby Ash is super shy. Drinking, playing pool, mention of a supernatural murder & missing person, a bit of fear, Ash feels the need to be protective. Double break is a big time jump.

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He remembers it like it was yesterday. He was, what? Four, maybe five years old the first time he smelt it. He hadn’t wanted to go, fought his parents the whole way, wanted to stay home with his mom. They were standing at the gate, tears in his eyes as he begged her not to make him go inside, and then suddenly the tears stopped. He could smell something, something like he’d never smelt before from another person.

He looked around, searching for it. A girl skipped past him, the smell of fresh baked cookies and peanut butter and jam sandwiches filling his nose as she did. His two favorite things. Her eyes were big and bright, her smile wide as she let go of the hand she held and hurried through the gates without a look back at her parent, and he couldn’t tear his eyes off her.

“Ash?” He looked up at his mother, her knowing smile softening her face. “You ready to go in now?” He nodded. “Go on. I’ll be back to pick you up later.” He started for the gate when she called out to him again and he turned. “There’s cookies in your lunch bag, in case you want to share them with someone special.”

“Thanks mama.” he grinned with a wave before rushing past the gate, into the yard and towards the door.

Inside the building, he saw her again, putting her bag in her cubby. He stood where he was, just watching her. Her scent lingering in his nose. She smiled at other kids who said good morning to her, and he found himself wanting to talk to her too, but not knowing what to say. Then she turned to him and smiled. His whole damn heart melted.

“You must be Ash.” A voice from above him grabbed his attention and he looked up at the woman who stood there with clasped hands and a friendly smile. “I’m Miss Emily. I’ll be your teacher.” Ash looked from his new teacher to the girl he couldn’t stop watching, but she was turned away again, skipping her way into the classroom. “Come on. I’ll show you where you can put your stuff, and then we’ll go inside and meet everyone. I’ll even let you pick the first activity we do today, how does that sound?”

“Do you have clay?” he asked softly.

“We do.” She smiled wider seeing him open up just a little. “Do you like working with your hands, getting them dirty?” Ash nodded. “Then we’ll start with arts and crafts today.”

When lunch time rolled around, Ash wasn’t sure where to sit, until he saw an empty seat next to the one person he’d wanted to talk to all day. Quickly, but quietly, he moved to the seat and sat in it before anyone else could, not that anyone else seemed to be running for it like he was, but he had to be sure. She looked up at him and smiled again, and Ash ducked his face away, blushing profusely.

She just turned back to her lunch.

It was quiet as she ate, Ash too shy to even look at her. He opened his lunch box and smiled seeing his favorite, peanut butter and jelly with the crusts cut off.

“You don’t like crusts either?” Ash’s head snapped up, surprised she was talking to him. Then he looked down to the sandwich bag that had torn crusts in it. “I told my mom, but she keeps giving me crusts..”

Ash was quiet again, surprised she’d spoken to him and unsure what to say. He looked down at his lunch again, at the snack bag tucked in next to his juice box. Home made chocolate chip cookies that his mother had made last night to cheer him up about going to school. He remembered the words she’d said to him before he went inside.

He slid the small bag over, and she looked up at him again. “My mom made them.” he whispered quietly. “D-do you want one?”

“Really?” Ash nodded. “Yeah!”

The way her face lit up, the way she moved just a touch closer to him, Ash was done for. He happily opened the bag and gifted her the biggest, chocolatiest cookie he had. He watched as she disregarded the rest of her sandwich and bit into the cookie, quick to tell him it was the best cookie she’d ever had.

It was in that moment that Ash decided this, this girl was his best friend in the whole world.

And if he ever took a mate and married, it would be her.

He’s not sure how many PBR’s he’s knocked back at this point, as Ash leaned over the table and lines up the shot, breathing a moment before taking it. The person he’s playing against grumbles and he laughs as he reaches for his beer. “You should have known better.” he teased.

“Though you were drunk enough to beat this time.”

Ash is about to take another swig when the smell hits him. It smells like home, like his childhood. All his best memories and the past he’d long ago moved on from. The bottle comes down, and he swallows down nothing in particular and turns, eyes on the door. It stands open and he's frozen watching the person standing there.

“You sure you’re in the right place, sweetheart?” someone calls out from a corner table, and Ash feels the need to go over there and deck them when he sees the way you duck your head to hide your face. He’s scared you're going to leave.

“Can I get you anything, sugar?” Ellen calls from the bar, and he’s grateful at the way you look up with mild relief before heading over and take a seat in a stool. He sees the way you hesitate to drink the beer she hands you.

He hasn’t seen you in so goddamn long that he’d almost forgotten. How beautiful you were to him. How great your scent was. The Omega of his damn dreams. He needs to do something, say something, before he loses you again.

“Ellen.” he starts forward, getting the older woman's attention. “It's on me. Her drinks, they’re on me.”

“I can pay for my own drinks.” you try to interrupt, but he just gives Ellen a look, and she nods, walking off down the bar. You’re looking at him now, really looking at him. “You look familiar..”

Ash smiles. “We went to school together once. Kinda had a crush on you.” he chuckled awkwardly.

“Pb&J!” Ash’s smile fell, as he watched your face. “Pb&J and cookies, every day, right? That’s you! You, wow you look so different.” you chuckle. “Ash, I think, right? What are you doing here?”

“I work here.” he smiles. “Well, and live here..” he casually glances around, and he feels almost ashamed at the state of the place. It’s not dirty, not at all, but it’s not exactly pristine. Probably far from what you’re used to.

“That’s cool.”

“What are you doing here? This place ain't exactly your usual dive bar..”

“I-” He sees the smile fall from your lips and you look away. “I was told I could come here for help…”

“Help with what?”

You swallowed. “My dad.. So-something killed my dad, and my brother.. he’s missing.”

“That’s something you should call the police about-”

“No!” you looked at him, fear in your eyes. “They don’t believe me, they think I’m crazy! It wasn’t a person! It was… I don’t.. I don’t know. I’m scared.. I’m so scared.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He tried to soothe you. “Dr Badass is in.” he gave you a reassuring smile. “I think I know who can help. Best of the best. I’m going to make a call, okay?” You nodded, and he left you to your beer. He was back a few minutes later. “They’ll be here day after tomorrow. You got somewhere to stay?”

You gave him a small nod. “Motel in town.” Ash nodded. “I uh- I had a crush on you too, you know.”

“What?”

You nodded and smiled. “You gave me cookies. How could I not like the boy who kept feeding me the best cookies in town.” He smiled softly at that. “What happened? You just stopped hanging around, you vanished on me.”

“You were an omega.” He shrugged. “I ended up being just a beta.”

“The best smelling Beta I ever met.” He gave you a confused look. “You smelled like smores over a campfire.” you smiled at him. “And root beer. God, I loved root beer.” you chuckled at that.

“You smelled like my lunch.”

You furrowed your brow at that and laughed. “Like your lunch?”

He nodded. “Peanut butter and jelly no crusts, and cookies fresh from the oven.” he smiled. “Reminded me of home, of mom, all my favorite things. I’ve been in love since I smelt it that very first time.”

You chewed on your bottom lip for a minute before pulling a receipt out of your pocket, checking to make sure it wasn't something important, then asked Ellen for a pen. Once you got it, you started writing.

“What’s that?” he asked, when you held it out.

“My room number. And my phone number.”

“Right, for when my friends get here.” he takes it and looks down at the paper, committing the number to memory.

“Or, in case you ever want to share cookies with me again.” As scared as you were about everything that had happened in your life in the last few months, it felt so good to see him again and have your nose filled with a scent that had always made you smile.

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[missdawnandherdusk]

So I saw the post where you said send in requests and i havent seen anything negating that, so uh, do you think you could write something (when you have the time and motivation of course please dont feel obligated (unless you want to) ) where people start noticing the way Draco flinches whenever someone makes a sudden movement and then all of the sudden one day he comes back to the castle after holiday and its so much worse and people start kinda trying to help and make his days better?

okay, here we go. And no one can convince me that no one at Hogwarts noticed that Draco was a victim of abuse but since Harry has the attention span of a goldfish, it wasn’t added that and JKR is a terrible person.

Also warning: this does talk about physical emotional and mental abuse. I want you all to know that you NEVER deserve it and never believe that your abuse situation “isn’t that bad.” You are cherished and loved and worthy and valuable. 

okay, so the first year wasn’t too bad not that it wasn’t bad but, well Draco was innocent to any other way so he thought it was normal for his father to do what he did

Then things start to dawn on him that maybe no... this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. Yet, whenever he asks a question against his father... things don’t end well for him. “But why are muggle-born so bad?” “What’s wrong with the Weasleys?” “Why are you so mean to the house-elves?”  It never ends well, so he stops asking but now boy does he have a lot of questions and internal conflict that grows.

back to the point so someone drops a book/cauldron/glass something and Draco jumps and begins to panic “is his father mad? What did he do? How can he do better?” because he’s convinced that his father is on another rampage, but Crabbe just nudges his arm and he’s brought back to the present and that he’s not in trouble or danger

Snape is the first to notice because he knows what to look for in a child that has been abused at home, from personal experience, so he scolds the student who dropped the thing harshly

Our darling Hufflepuffs take note very quickly. In fact, there’s a support group at Hogwarts for kids who come from not so safe homes. Magical abuse or not, it's a group to just come and feel safe and like you’re not alone lead by Sprout and McGonagall

In Herbology with Draco, the Hufflepuff tells Momma Sprout about what they think is going on and boy is Sprout a momma bear looking out for Draco at every turn and looking into any records she can get her hands on

These kids from the support group start to become very worried about Draco because they’ve seen it all before and they hate seeing anyone else go through what they went through

They start to send him anonymous letters so that he’ll get mail in the mornings, and sneak sweets/snacks into his bag when they notice he’s not eating, or volunteer to be his partner in class

Boy is Draco confused

Which means he snaps a lot more and is rude and scared because he doesn’t understand why they’re being so nice to him

Alone is what I have, alone is what protects me

When Buckbeak attacks him, of course, he breaks down into tears because it’s all too familiar and he’s terrified that if he blinks he might open his eyes and it’ll be his father coming at him, not Buckbeak

and maybe he keeps the bandages and brace on longer for more than he needs it because it was a reminder that someone cared for him and mended his wounds and he didn’t have to do it himself

You think he just like Potions? Oh no, he’s had to make his own healing Potions all his life for the sake of keeping up the family appearance.

Luna Lovegood, the precious child sees right through all of it. Easily. And is a lot more confrontational about it than the support group, who did things more on the down-low. She takes all of his ridicule and taunts and snaps and lets him yell at her because she knows he needs to vent to someone

When Hermione pulls her wand out to attack him, sure, he could be a drama queen with all bark and no bite but maybe again it's too familiar and whenever there’s a wand in his face like that it ends with him in pain 

That night Luna finds Draco in the Astronomy tower alone and just sits next to him. 

He scoffs but after a while asks how can she deal with living alone with her father. She tells him that her father is the kindest person she knows and it finally gets through to Draco that how he grew up was not normal.  

Luna tells him about the Support Group and he gets notes here and there as invitations, and maybe he decides to go one night

He’s surprised to see a lot of kids he knows. Luna goes and sits by some of her friends, Neville is there, and quite a few older Slytherins, and the Hufflepuff from his Herbology class who smiles and waves at him. 

He realizes that these are all the kids who have been nice to him

He doesn’t share at all during the meeting (it’s sort of like AA where kids just go through and talk about what happens to them, if they’ve grown or made progress, what scared them still. The older kids offer advice and comfort and tissues because everyone cries) 

He doesn’t share for a few weeks of meetings that he attends, but he doesn’t feel so hopeless anymore

Maybe now he doesn’t snap so much and maybe he’s not as scared anymore to let people in because he’s not alone and he realizes that everyone has their own inner demons and struggles

Fifth-year is the worst for him. With No Nose back, his father is vicious and ruthless and takes his pain and anger out on Draco. 

It’s after easter break that he finally shares. “My... my father...” 

Before he can say another word there are arms wrapped around him and hands on his shoulders and soft encouragements and consoles. 

“He... he used the cruatious curse on me... and said that if I didn’t do it on someone else that he’d...” And Draco just breaks down into tears because he feels wicked and broken and ashamed. 

He cries harder when no one judges him or yells at him or treats him differently. He’s still just Draco to them. The same thing happens when he tells them about the Dark Mark,

When he starts to slip through the cracks, the group vividly helps him like they’ve helped kids before him for generations. 

Ravenclaws helped him study and find motivation when he started to fail his classes, Hufflepuffs show him how to have fun and take breaks and self-care, Slytherins are there in the common room on sleepless nights with tea and blankets, Gryffindors are there  as a defense squad against anyone who wants to get to Draco and boy do they rip on Harry

But maybe Draco sees in Harry what the others saw in him. A kid who’s very fast with reflexes and has the same sort of anger and defense mechanisms that he did

Draco defends Harry from a Slytherin and Harry is confused and the Slytherin is confused but they back down

Harry just glares and walks away and Draco rolls his eyes and sighs

He sends Harry invitations to the Support Group but the golden boy never shows

When the Death Eaters kidnap Luna, Draco about loses it because Luna was one of the first ones who helped him grow

So he goes down to the dungeon and they still have their own little support group. Luna sees first hand what it’s like to be Draco especially when his father makes Draco use the cruatious curse on her

He cries and begs for Luna’s forgiveness and of course, he has it, she knows he never wanted to hurt anyone

At Hogwarts seventh year, he and the Slytherins who were a part of the support group are now also apart of the rebellion and Draco is livid about the punishments that Snape allows because how dare he allow physical abuse as a punishment and he gets an earful from Draco about it

Snape explains that it’s to keep him safe and Voldemort from suspecting anything and Draco just “I don’t give a damn about me or you! Stop hurting these kids! They’ve done nothing to deserve it!” And he’s in tears

Snape pulls back on his regimen a bit

Of course, Draco lies to his father about not knowing who Harry is. Why would he let his father win when Draco held the cards? 

When Draco’s father calls him back to the side of the Death Eaters, he’s about to go because he is still afraid of his father but Luna takes his hand and so does the Hufflepuff from Herbology, and soon there are hands on his shoulders and arms, reminding him that he’s not alone and that he’s not the scared little kid anymore and he stands with Hogwarts

He and Harry eventually have a talk about growing up and the abuse they both suffered and Harry and Draco both grow as people and stop being so childish and put away the grudge and hatred for another

He takes a Slytherin girl under his wing in eighth year who’s two years younger than him and jumping at her own shadow. He brings her into the Support Group and helps her find some courage and self-worth

That girl is Astoria Greengrass

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[aiden-evyn]

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⚠️Disclaimer⚠️ this is a second book to my first: PROLOGUE. There are somethings in this story that reference the previous book. You may or may not want to go read that first.

1

Right, Keiley Sophia Zane. They called me Kei for short.

Off the coast of Coacalco, a kingdom in the westernmost lands, we anchored in the Gulf for Momma to give birth to me on the last day of the year. By dawn, Daddy docked us, letting doctors attend to Momma and me. While I remember everything from my childhood, my memory of those first few weeks is hazy. My first memory is of Momma.

She suffered from extreme postpartum depression. At six weeks old, Momma threatened to throw me overboard in the middle of a hurricane.

“Johanna, please,” Daddy begged with tears streaming down his face.

“I can’t, Ren!” she cried, “I should’ve never left Pagan! Or Blaze! I should never have let you talk me into having this baby!”

We tumbled into the rough waters below. Daddy dived in after us, only to find we were safe inside an air pocket. Daddy swam inside the bubble to find Momma comatose while I giggled mindlessly at the water above me. Daddy followed my gaze to find the water calm and still. As if the hurricane dissipated as soon as we landed in the water. Daddy threw Momma over his shoulder before scooping me up in his arms. The bubble carried Daddy up until he could stand on the serene water.

The crew helped Daddy back up on deck by taking Momma away from him first. He tucked me underneath his arm, climbing the rope latter with his free hand and his feet. The only thing he cared about at that moment was me.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, “Daddy’s got you.”

I reached up to his scruffy-bearded face, and a butterfly appeared at my fingertips. Monarch butterflies, to be precise, except the typical black was a beautiful royal blue instead.

“Captain,” a crewmate, Peadar, said to get Daddy’s attention.

He turned towards his men, who wore terrified expressions on their faces. “What?” he snapped.

“What do you want us to do with Johanna?” another crewmate, Mudiwa, asked.

“Take her to our bedroom. She needs rest,” Daddy said, turning back to the helm. He continued to steer his ship and held me close to his chest. The chest hairs peeking out over the top of his shirt tickled my nose. When Daddy chose to go to his room, he placed me in my crib, to my dismay. I started to cry, but he hushed me, “Sleep, Captain, sleep.”

He dunked the tip of his finger in rum, giving it to me to suck on. He didn’t know any better; he thought it was normal. Don’t do that, though.

I read later in his journal what happened next. Daddy went to shake Momma, mostly to scold her. She wouldn’t wake up. She continued to sleep until we found land again. An island controlled by the kingdom of Candelaria gave aid to us.

A doctor came aboard and diagnosed Momma. Daddy bounced me on his hip while she spoke. “She presumably hit her head in the fall. I suspect she’s in a coma, and there’s no guarantee she’ll wake up.”

Daddy decided to leave Momma on land with the doctor, telling her, “Write me if anything changes. I’m not going to stay here and waste away Kei’s childhood for a woman who could have killed her.”

Daddy and our crew sailed around, touching almost continent before we headed back to get Momma. On my first birthday, Momma woke up from her catatonic state. I remember overhearing a conversation between Daddy and a crewmate, Viên.

“I’m tempted to leave her there,” Daddy admitted, “Kei might not even want to meet Johanna. As far as she’s concerned, she doesn’t have a mom!”

“She’s turning one today, Captain,” Viên consoled, “Kei doesn’t have a concern to give. All she knows is her Daddy. If you want to keep it that way, go ahead! But remember, one day, she will ask who her mom is. What will you say then?”

Daddy didn’t respond.

Daddy and I played in my room while we docked. Daddy built my room from scratch, and it’s the only room with a door on the whole ship. Daddy wanted to ensure I had adequate privacy.

A crewmate, Leif, brought Momma onboard and down to my room. Daddy kissed my head before joining Momma outside the room. They whispered, but I still heard what they said.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t tell you that enough, Ren,” Momma pleaded.

“I’m not the one who can forgive you,” Daddy rebuked, “You need to make it up to your little girl. I gave you an out, and you didn’t take it.” Momma hung her head as Daddy continued, “Finish setting up her birthday party. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I know the boys don’t either.”

“I will,” Momma nodded, “I’ll make this up to my baby girl.”

Daddy nodded and came back to play with me as Momma ran upstairs. I had only two dolls at that time. One, a stuffed monkey we called Mr. Monkey, and the other, a stuffed girl with red yarn for hair we called Lily. Daddy always played as Mr. Monkey, and he was always in danger, needing Lily to come to rescue him.

“Amazing, Captain,” Daddy applauded, “You saved Mr. Monkey!”

“Daddy!” I squealed as he pinched my cheek.

“What did you say?” Daddy asked with a big smile plastered on his face.

“Daddy?” I said again, wondering if I was in trouble.

“My little Captain, you said your first word!” Daddy marveled, picking me up and twirling me around the room. My laughter made him do it more. Daddy set me down, his whole body swaying. I giggled harder as he shook his head. “You got me all dizzy, Captain,” he teased.

A cough turned out heads to Momma standing in the doorway. “We have everything set up,” she said.

Daddy picked me up, placing me on his hip. Momma stayed in the doorway for a moment. She reached out to me, taking my tiny, chubby hand for an awkward handshake. I leaned away from Daddy to investigate Momma further. Her breath shuddered as she attempted desperately not to cry. I held onto her shoulders, nuzzling my face up to hers.

Daddy guided us upstairs to the main deck. The whole crew sat there waiting for us, screaming Happy Birthday to me. A stack of presents covered the stairs up to the helm in a tower of boxes. I fell out of Momma’s arms with excitement — to my parents’ shock and fear. Uninjured, I wobbled over to the stack of presents. With one touch, all the boxes turned into blue and orange butterflies. The gifts stayed intact, but I didn’t care about them. I wanted to show Momma my magic. Daddy had seen it enough times to be unfazed.

I looked up at Momma expectantly. Momma smiled and whispered to Daddy, “Blaze never exhibited anything like this. Must be from your side.”

Daddy chuckled.

Momma stepped forward, trying to get me to play with the new toys. “Kei, darling,” she coaxed, “Do you want to look at your presents?”

I checked with Daddy first. He made a slight gesture, saying go, but his eyes said, why are you asking me? I followed Momma over to the flooded floor of presents. She held out a necklace for me to take. She could only get something as plain as this necklace on such short notice. The blue stone reflected the water we sailed on. Polished and a hole carved into the top, a black cord laced through, the ends secured with wax.

“It’s called turquoise,” Momma said, “Sometimes it’s called a Sky Stone.”

I grabbed the pendant, inspecting it thoroughly. I tossed the cord over my head; the necklace fell to my stomach. Momma hung her head. I crawled into her lap, wrapping my arms around her neck in a tight hug. Momma held me close as Daddy strode over to pick up the other gifts the crew bought at different ports. He moved them all aside, hunting for his special present.

“Kei,” he said, joining Momma and me on the floor, “you wanna get Daddy’s present?”

Staying in Momma’s lap, I looked attentively at Daddy. He handed me a picture book. He painted each wooden page with a letter of the alphabet and a word beginning with the letter. I giggled with glee as I peered down at each page. In awe, everyone sat frozen as I went through each page.

“A, anchor. B, bow. C, crew,” I read, glancing up at Daddy each time I said a word.

Daddy encouraged me to continue, holding back his shock. I read in his journal, “Not only is she magically inclined, but she’s more intelligent than anyone ever dreamed a one-year-old would be.”

“D, deck. E, ease. F, force,” I continued.

Momma looked up at Daddy with a more noticeable shocked expression on her face. The more I read, the calmer the world seemed to become. The water peaceful, not a cloud in the sky. Both seemed to mimic my necklace.

“G, gaff. H, hull. I, inlet. J, jack. K—” I read.

“Kei,” my parents said in unison, interrupting me.

I giggled while shaking my head. “Keel!” I exclaimed.

Daddy painted my name on the K page. The only page in the whole book to have a word unrelated to a ship or the ocean depicted.

“How’d you know that, darling?” Momma asked.

“Daddy,” I boasted, pointing at him with a smile plastered on my face.

Daddy smiled as wide as I did, and Momma realized how alike we were. Momma didn’t write in a diary or journal, but I overheard her talking to Daddy that night.

“She scared me, you know,” Momma admitted, “I expected her to be like Blaze, but she’s not. She’s like you, Ren. I know I messed up, but I believe I can be her mother.”

“I hope so,” Daddy agreed, “I’d get rid of you faster than I got rid of her. And I’ll never give up my daughter.”

Man, ice-cold!

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[abbatoirablaze]

Surrogate Luna, Chapter 14

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings:  angst, mentions of death, a/b/o dynamics, smut

“Luna please-“

“Maria…Sarah…where-“

“It’s just us, Luna,” Wanda whimpered while half dragging her Luna along with her while she carried the toddler on her hip.  It was obvious that she was struggling, and the omega beside her was trying in vain to use the wall beside herself as another means of keeping her own body weight not entirely on Wanda, “please…you have to carry more of your own weight.  I can’t keep pulling you and carry Stevie…”

“Momma-“

The words seemed to catch the wolf’s attention, the caution in the toddler’s voice making something inside of her snap.

Her pup needed her to be strong. 

Her more human side was on the brink of collapsing, but her wolf was snapped to attention, hearing the need in her pup’s voice.  She forced her eyes open and pushed herself away from the wall, “S-Stevie…it’s okay, pup…”

“Momma…” the little boy repeated, reaching out to his mother. 

Wanda’s heart ached as she dragged her Luna along, past the wall of the packhouse.  They were so close to the woods.  They were so close to getting distance between themselves and Sharon’s pack.  But she needed to keep them moving.

“You need to shift, Luna…” Wanda begged as she dropped to her knees.  Not far off, she could hear the howling from the packhouse.  Worry doused the trio as Wanda’s scent turned unbelievably bitter. 

It was so bitter that Cinna’s nose twitched, alerting her to just how serious the situation was. 

“Luna please!” she begged, “please…you need to shift and heal in your wolf form.  I-I’ll make sure Stevie is safe for the next few days…but you need to do this to heal properly.  And when you’re okay you can meet us.  You can come to the safe place…”

“By the water…” Cinna recalled.  Wanda nodded.  She looked to her son and reached out, caressing his soft cheek, “Baby…momma has to heal…but Wanda will keep you safe.”

“Run momma…” the little boy encouraged, knowing the ways of his own kind.  She sighed to herself.  Her pup was far too much like his father.  She pushed the sandy blonde hair out of his face and he comforted her, rubbing his cheek against her.  She leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss before her wolf took over, and her shift began.

“I love you, baby,” she whispered softly, before her eyes met Wanda, “thank you, Wanda…you truly are a loyal friend!”

Steve could hardly believe his eyes. 

It had been months since Maria was murdered in front of him. 

Months since Sharon had started her regime of terror, where a vast majority of his own pack ran, abandoning their homes.

Sure it had made him feel like a worthless alpha.  An alpha who couldn’t lead his pack.  But deep down, he knew that there wasn’t wrong with anything that any of them had done.  He didn’t even fault them.  Because he knew that they were just doing what was best for themselves and their families. 

Something that he hadn’t had the strength to do for his true mate and pup.

The night of the full moon, Sharon had ordered that anyone who dared shift needed to search for Cinna, Stevie, and Wanda, calling them traitors to her pack and what they stood for. 

So, when most of them didn’t return, he knew. 

He was alone.

His only solace was the fact that Sam stayed by his side.

Sam hadn’t shifted that night, but rather took Steve back up to his quarters and took care of the broken alpha.

Sam was his only remaining comfort. 

It was Sam that had suggested he shift and clear his head earlier, which made him run so deep into the forest, that he’d run through the night and clear into the early morning hours. 

Ever since that night, Sharon hadn’t kept much of an eye on Steve.  She knew that now that she had shown her true hand, and that his pack had abandoned him, he would be far too fearful to abandon her. 

Which would only strengthen her even more, knowing that every once in a while the broken-down alpha would come crawling back to her door, because of the bond. 

He hated himself for it.  But because of that, she didn’t bother keeping an eye on him; so it wasn’t uncommon for him to disappear days at a time.

He’d always come back to her. 

But he hadn’t ever done this.  He hadn’t run through the night, ending up on the edge of his pack lands, only to end up at a river.

And that’s where he saw her. 

Her bright red hair shimmered in the sunlight that managed to get through the branches.  Her form looked healthier than he’d last seen. 

She almost looked like how she had when he’d first met her. 

His wolf howled internally at the sight of her.  He was going wild at the scent that blended in with the wilderness, but made him nearly feral.  His eyes fluttered closed momentarily as he allowed himself to soak it in. 

But then they snapped open.

He was far too afraid that she was just a mirage. 

But there she stood, her breasts were fuller, and her hips were a little wider, but he knew that was from the birth of their child. 

But she was real.  She was bathing in the water, as though he didn’t exist; as though she hadn’t been on the run. 

His heart thrashed in his chest, and it felt like it was the first time he was meeting her all over again.  Images flashed through his mind of when she had been in his family den, and how his wolf nearly burst forth because of his demands and need to ravish her.  How he’d made love to her in the bath, how they created a nest in the bed; staying their until Steve was sure that they’d conceived. 

The first time he’d heard his son’s heartbeat joining that of his mothers while he was still in the womb made his heart soar. 

They’d created something together. 

The two mates had made something beautiful out of their instinctual love for one another without barely knowing more than one another’s names.    

And it was that instinct that made him took a step forward, admiring her.  The pads of his feet brushed along the dirt floor and rocks at the edge of the water.  His tail flicked around, catching on a low-hanging branch. 

Her eyes snapped in his direction when the branch’s leaves whipped back, the branch snapping from the impact of Steve’s excitement.

And before he’d known what was going on, she was out of the water, already shifting into her wolf form, and running away from him.

He knew that she couldn’t have known who he was.  Not in this form.  She’d never seen his wolf form. 

But she ran, because she was still on his lands.  The lands that Sharon had claimed. And he knew that deep in his heart, she would never really run from him, and must have assumed that she was one of Sharon’s pack. 

Without a second thought he bolted after her.  The water splashed his coat as he made his way to the other side, and over the hill.  Off in the distance, he spotted her.  She had the advantage of a little more ground on him, but he knew that he was far faster than she was.

At least he thought he had been. 

It felt like it was taking him far too long to catch up to her.  Something he knew was occurring because of his connection to Sharon.  Her mark on him had not only made her stronger, but had made him weaker. 

Every time he bobbed, she weaved, and despite being an omega, she was making it hard to catch him.  His size and speed advantage hardly felt like one in comparison to her ability to dodge. 

But then she turned, going around a hill and towards another mountain, and he made his play. 

His body collided with hers, and the two wolves went rolling in an instant.  Not wanting her to get hurt, he used his own frame to catch them, but the second they came to a stop, he was on top of her, his large frame covering her own. 

He growled, nipping at her neck and she froze, his scent finally catching up with him. 

Beneath him, she shifted, her frame covered in a layer of dirt as her eyes met his wolf over her shoulder, “S-Steve?”

He gave her a sad look and leaned down, licking her face, before he too began to shift.  Catching himself once more, his naked form hovered over her own.  She gasped softly, surprised at the fact that the two had found one another purely by accident. 

The pair was breathing heavily, gazing at one another; all of the emotions they’d held back bubbling up against the surface; creating new tension.  She turned around, her back pressing to the forest floor and their eyes connected head on.  Steve felt a shiver run down his spine; their two wolves just below the surface, waiting to be freed.

“Cinna…”

“H-how did you find me?” she asked nervously.

“By chance,” he admitted, reaching out to stroke her cheek, “Cinna-I-I never wanted any of this to happen the way that it did.  You have to know that.  I-“

“Shut up!” she ordered softly.

“Wh-“

But his words stopped in an instant when her hands captured his face, and her lips caught his in a feverish kiss.  Steve’s eyes fluttered shut once more as he gave in to the emotions he so desperately missed. 

In the arms of his true mate, he began to feel hypersensitive.  He felt more powerful than he had in years. 

With Cinna’s lips on his, her body reacting to him, he felt alive. 

A growl tore itself from the back of his throat as he caught the scent of her arousal.  His wolf howled happily as his cock hardened in an instant.  One of her hands was gripping him in an instant, and he hissed in pleasure as she needily pumped him. 

“Mega…”

The growl was a warning one.  One that let her know that if she pushed any further he truly would not be in control of his actions.  But she didn’t care.  She had missed him far too much to give a damn.

“Don’t say anything alpha,” she begged, breaking off from the kiss only to turn in his arms and press her backside against his erection.  Steve shuddered as she presented for him, urging him to instinctually take her.  He could feel her arousal coating the tip of his cock as she gave him another sensual look, “I need you, alpha…I don’t care about the consequences…I need to feel you!”

Chapter 15

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[duck-writer]

De-Aged Donald Duck AU Ch.2

Part one can be read here.

Louie paced back and forth frantically while his now de-aged uncle struggled to find his way out of the over-sized clothes. The image would have been adorable and maybe something worthy of slight blackmail material for the future if Louie wasn’t panicking about how badly a turn his plan took!

“Oh man, oh man, oh man...” He muttered to himself as he tried to think of what to do next. It was a horrible sudden reminder that he hadn’t really thought his plan through. 

He was completely fine with there no being a fix when it was him who would be de-aged and needed to be taken care of. Now he was sort of realizing that his family would most likely embark on some sort of quest or adventure to find a way to cure him. After that, he’d probably be grounded for a month if not more! 

“Halp! I needs halp! Dewwa!” 

“Aw man...that would be too cute any other day.” Louie had to admit to himself. Snapping out of his panic slightly, he knelt and helped his uncle out of his adult clothes. “There...better?” He asked gently. 

“Thank ‘ou.” Donald muttered but then wrapped his arms around himself. “No weally. Is cold.” Looking around he frowned before staring up at the other duck before him. “What yous name? Me’s Donal! ...have seen Dewwa? She wook lots wike me!” Donald said happily before he shivered a bit. 

Louie grabbed his uncle’s blazer and used it to wrap the young duckling in, and then picked him up. “Hi Donald. I’m Louie. Uh...can you tell me how old you are?”  

Donald wiggled in Louie’s hold as he tried to get his hands free and then he held up three fingers in one hand and another finger in the other. “Dewwa and Donal fouw!” But then he looked around and frowned at not seeing any trace of his sister. “Where Dewwa?”

“Uh...” Louie hesitated on how to answer. The way Donald was looking around, a slightly scared expression on his face brought back some memories of himself doing that. He used to do it a lot when they each finally got their own beds instead of sharing one. As much as he liked having his own thing, he was very used and very close to his brothers. Not to mention the night seemed scarier when he was on his own. 

Even though he was aware of his uncle and mother being twins, he didn’t think too much of it. But he supposed it made sense that they would have the same strong bond as he and his brothers did. 

Seeing more fear slip into his uncle’s face, Louie held him closer and rocked him a little. “Hey, it’s okay. Shh...you’re safe, I promise. I...I know this is scary, but it’s gonna be okay.” 

He wasn’t sure if it was going to be okay. In fact, he couldn’t even fathom how much trouble he was going to be in if he was caught. That was a thought for later though, his uncle needed to feel secure. Sneaking out of the garage, by some miracle he’s able to make it to the houseboat. He places his uncle Donald on the hammock and starts to look through some of their old belongings that should be in storage. 

“Aha!” He cheers when he finds an old suitcase. It was full of their old baby and toddler stuff. It took a bit of digging but he found Dewey’s old pair of PJs and got the younger duck into them. That at least solved the naked and cold problem. 

Now to think of what to do next. 

The responsible thing to do was to come clean and ask for help on how to fix this. 

That was going to have to wait because Louie heard a stomach growl and it wasn’t his. Looking over he saw the toddler look at him with big, pleading eyes and rubbing his tummy. “Hungy...”

“Four-year-olds can eat solid food right?” He asked his uncle as if he knew. Though the toddler nodded, he pulled out his phone and double-checked on the web just in case. 

Louie picked up the toddler and brought him into the kitchen area and sat him down on the floor so he could keep an eye on him. Looking around he debated on what was okay for the toddler to eat. His uncertainty made choosing hard, so in the end he grabbed some tangerines. Since they were kids his uncle always had them on the houseboat. They were juicy and fresh and very easy to peel. He peeled two and that was enough for now. Louie could go back to panicking about what to do next. 

“Louie?”

Louie’s head snapped towards the entrance when he heard his mom’s voice. “Oh crud!” 

Donald giggled at Louie’s choice of word, and even though he was moments away from being in trouble...that was just really cute. He didn’t have time to hide his uncle, so he simply begged for him to stay put while he handled the situation.

“Donald? Did Louie stop by here? I could have sworn I saw him with a-Oh! Louie, there you are.” Della said when she was greeted by Louie at the stairs. 

“Hi! Uh...what’s up?”

“It’s almost time for bed. The boys said you were having a talk with your uncle, but I thought I saw you running away from the house. Thought I’d check to see if everything was okay?” Della knew that she and Louie still had work to do before they were 100% on the same page. As much as she wanted to come back to her eggs and be accepted as their mother fully she was learning to accept that their mentalities were different. While she had them on her mind all the time she was on the moon, they and the rest of the world had assumed the worst. She had to be patient...not her best virtue, but at least her best practiced one on while away. 

“Sure! Everything is a-okay! Dandy even, ya know?” Louie did his best to sound nonchalant and cool about the situation. 

Della’s parental instincts immediately kicked in and her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Where’s your Uncle Donald?”

“...he’s in here. Ya know, having a snack.” It wasn’t a lie. 

“Well, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if his sister came in and wished him goodnight,” Della said and tried to take a step down. 

Louie blocked her from doing so by standing in her way with his arms stretched out, “No! You...you can’t! Uh, see thing is...uh....since Storkules Uncle Donald’s been really strict about who comes in and...and I think that’s just something we should respect, ya know?” 

“Louie. What’s going on?” Della asked as she knelt down and tried to get a view inside. 

“Nothing!” Louie tried to insist. 

“Momma?” 

Both Louie and Della stilled. Louie turned around and saw his toddler uncle at the foot of the stairs staring up at them. Louie was already scrambling to explain himself, tears of frustration and guilt as he knew he was in trouble and rightly so. 

Whatever form of yelling he expected didn’t come however. Looking up at his mom, he saw a pained and still somehow soft expression as she made her way down the stairs and picked up toddler Donald. 

The toddler in turn furrowed his brow as he got a better look at the woman who was holding him. He crossed his arms and huffed, “Twick! No momma!”

“I...no. I...Oh god, Donald.” She breathed and held the toddler close as she tried and failed to fight back tears. 

Donald fussed and wiggled until Della had no choice but to set him down. He looked between Louie and Della and his bill began to quiver because he was scared! He didn’t know them! He didn’t know where he was! “I wan’ go home! To momma and daddy! An’ Dewwa! Now!” 

“Hey, it’s okay little dude...” Louie tried to calm him down. 

It seemed like his uncle’s anger issues stemmed way back. He could see a temper tantrum about to come on and he could guess it wasn’t going to be pretty. 

But before he could explode, his mom knelt in front of toddler Donald and grabbed his hand. It confused both Louie and Donald for a second, and then Donald’s face shifted to slightly more confusion and then wonder as his mom traced something in the palm of his uncle’s hand. 

Toddler Donald looked up with wonder and confusion as he asked, “Dewwa?”

Della smiled sadly but nodded, “Yeah, Donnie...it’s me.” 

Donald’s bill quivered a bit more, then he began to hit and punch at Della but it didn’t have the anger that had been building up before. “You meanie! You’s old! No fair, no fair, no fair!” 

“Hey. Ow, okay...hey, look. It’s okay Donnie. It’s okay!” Della tried to soothe him. 

Donald jumped back and glared at Della, eyes glistening with tears that streamed down his face. He stomped his feet and had his hands balled into fists at his sides, “It no kay! Dewwa gwow up wiffou’ Donal! Das no how posed go! We posed to go togatha! Das wha’ twins posed do!” Then he fell back on his butt and began to cry, “You’s leave me! Is no fair!” 

Though she didn’t know how it came to be, she got the impression that Donald didn’t have the memories passing the age his body was at, at the moment. He didn’t mean to hurt her, he wasn’t aware of the events with the Spear of Selene. She’d been so focused on the pain she caused for leaving and the consequences of not being there for her sons, she hadn’t paid that much attention to the fact that she left Donald behind too. 

Her twin. 

She pulled him back into her arms, even as he struggled a bit. Eventually, he just clung to her and cried, and she joined him. 

Louie felt very awkward, as if he was intruding in a moment he wasn’t invited to. 

Before he could make his escape or excuse himself, Dewey alerted them of his presence, Huey and Webby not too far behind. 

“Whoa, no way! Was there a fourth brother? And are those my old pjs?!”

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Chapter two! I hope you guys like it >.> !