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thefluffyrailway-official · 9 months ago

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𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. (𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲)

[TW: SENSITIVE CONTENT]

Santiago Shore, or how every engine knew him, Salty, was a friendly and experienced dockside diesel, who works at the Brendam Docks in the Island of Sodor.

"He doesn't shut up even under water " Could be the first phrase his workmate, Cranky, would describe him. And he wouldn't be wrong! Because it's true that this unusually nice diesel engine loves to talk and tell stories about the sea.

But what i'm gonna tell you now, is about the day all that cheerful (and sometimes annoying) talking turned into a cold (And mysterious) silence

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Even though it was very rare that Salty didn't like to do a job, there was something he hated with all his soul. But still, he had to do sometimes.

That morning, Sir Topham Hatt arrived at the docks for an special job for the garnet engine.

-You must go to the Dieselworks deliver spare parts there Salty.- He ordered.

The golden-eyed diesel felt a chill running through his metalic body. He hated going to the dieselworks. (Or any place without sea nearby)

-Wait wait... Me? Couldn't Porter go instead of me? There's many work to do here- He stuttered.

The short man in the suit nodded. -You're right. And Porter will do it for you untill you're back- He said. -Now. The sooner you go, the sooner you'll come back here.-

Salty nodded with a little roll of his eyes, while the turquoise steamie behind him let out a little giggle.

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Soon, he was coupled to the trucks full of pieces. And in an hour or less, he arrived to that imponent and kinda scary place that was the Dieselworks.

Since that moment he heard a crow's cry, Salty felt something wrong with that place.

-Alright...- He cleaned his throat -Now i just have to talk with D-Diesel 10... And i can go back to my shed...- He whispered in fear. The simple thought of that enormous golden beast was enough to make any engine shiver and maybe think twice before doing or saying anything.

He went into that dark garage-like place, and only his younger brother, Bert, was there.

They weren't what we can say close brothers. They even tried to not talk to eachother. But this time, Bert broke that brotherly rule they had.

-Hey Wet Wheels! Have you seen Diesel 10?- He asked with a slightly arrogant tone.

-What do you mean? Isn't he here?- Salty asked back trying to not look annoyed by the younger's attitude.

-Are you stupid or did sea salt rot your brain? If i ask you is because he's not here!- Bert growled.

-Yo, cool up your engine rusty brain.- Salty grinned. -I just came to deliver this spare parts. Fighting is only weekends for me-

The younger diesel rolled his eyes.

-Well now that you're here why don't you do something useful and try to find Diesel 10? You can't leave without telling him about your delivery- He hissed before leaving.

-Fiiiine. Just don't try to take the credits if I find him...Stupid...- Salty replied.

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But the truth was, not only Diesel 10 dissapeared. Splatter and Dodge did too.

They were having... A little conversation in a hidden cave.

-What?! You're crazy Diesel 10- The lilac diesel protested -First you make me kill your rival's pups and now this?!-

His lime-green twin approached to his side and placed one of his paws on his bufferbeam.

-We are not gonna follow your orders anymore! What you're doing is wrong!- Said Dodge.

Diesel 10 was sitting in front of them. A sinister shadow covered half of his face.

-Oh you're not?- He asked with his usual soft tone.

The twins shared a nervous gaze for a second before answering.

-N-No.... We won't...- Splatter nodded. -Now let us go! Before we decide to tell Sir Topham Hatt about what you planned to do to his railway!- Dodge hissed.

Diesel 10 stood up and slowly approached to them.

-Of course i will let you go... -He started. -Go with Lady's pup i mean-

The huge golden male grabbed Dodge tightly by his neck in an almost invisible movement... He began to tear at Diesel 10's strong gray legs, without success in being freed.

As soon as he reacted, Splatter jumped into Diesel 10, digging his jaws into the blue-eyed male's biceps. Although this one got rid of the lilac with a blow of his paw.

Dodge's face was starting to look blue from the lack of oxygen. Seeing this, Diesel 10 relaxed his paws, believing that they had learned their lesson.

Taking advantage of this moment, and that the large male's belly was unprotected, the greenish diesel took the opportunity to tear it with his hind legs, getting 10 to let go.

-Ugh! You will regret this!! -He hissed while cleaning that oily dark blood of his belly.

Dodge turned, ready to escape. But the blue-eyed attacked again. This time tearing off much of the meat from his neck.

-BROTHER!!!- Cried Splatter.

The greenish diesel fell... Staining the ground with his blood...

The golden engine pushed the dying diesel's head with its paw, slightly scratching its side.

-Last words? -Diesel 10 whispered

Dodge remained silent for a few moments. Only his heavy breathing was audible.

Suddenly, his gaze was fixed on the entrance to the cave.

-T...Take care... Of Diesel...-

He whimpered with a smile as he slowly closed his eyes... Letting his head fall against the ground... Just before his breathing and his life went out...

-Of course I will take care of him... So well that he will never know about this.- D10 grinned

Splatter cried next to the body of his older twin brother.

He felt like his heart was breaking into a thousand pieces... His workmate... His best friend... His brother... The one who was always there in that misery of life that they both had... He was no longer with him...

-And about you... -The blue-eyed growled interrupting the brothers' goodbye.

The lilac diesel turned to look at him. With his eyes completely filled with tears.

-I'll make sure you don't rebel against me too...- Diesel 10's tail rose imposingly, showing the sting that, years ago, he would have used as a lethal injection to calm the suffering of the engines incapable of being saved, was now a deadly and poisonous torture.

In seconds he nailed it to the shoulder of the defenseless and paralyzed Lilac Diesel...Causing him to fall into a series of seizures and spasms almost instantly...

Foam came out in large quantities from the mouth of the dying engine...His eyes rolled to his rear as his back arched...

Luckilly for him....

Diesel 10 didn't notice Salty right behind the cave's entrance...

He saw... Everything...

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«I must get out of here... I must...» Salty backed away carefully...

But its pistons squeaked inopportunely. Causing Diesel 10 to see him there, standing with his eyes fixed like a deer about to be run over.

Diesel 10 frowned silently. Then he moved on to the garnet diesel, and when he was close enough he told him...

-You're lucky to be important to Mavis... But don't get overconfident and tell this to anyone... Or your blood will be the new fuel for diesels...-

Salty froze. Staring at Dodge's corpse, and Splatter's painful gaze. Staring at him intently... As if even in his last moments he was begging for help...

Diesel 10 left the place. Although, he returned soon with a truck with purple and green wheels. carrying a saw in his mouth.

-Go back to the docks boy. You've seen enough...- Diesel 10 growled as he approached to the twins and grabbed one of their legs...

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(AU inspo creds: @steam-beasts <3)

#thomas and friends #au #ttte #thomas the tank engine #thefluffyrailway #monster engines #ttte au #ttte diesel 10 #diesel 10 #ttte salty #salty the dockside diesel #tw: blood #tw: death #tw: violence

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wordsafterhours · 3 years ago

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Songs About You - Chapter 6

AN:

Here it is! The full chapter in all its unedited and rough glory. I hope you like it and I'm sorry it took 6 weeks for it. I hope I don't go that long again without an update.

Word Count: 4.7k

Potential TWs: Grief, fighting, cussing, alcohol

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Seconds faded into minutes and those minutes into hours. Aelin wasn’t sure how long she’d been crumpled on the floor, but the golden evening rays had long been gone, leaving Present Tense sparsely lit by streetlamps and a little moonlight. The gods must have a sense of humor, to match the store’s atmosphere to that of her soul—dark with only a sliver of light to show that there was something worth looking for.

Aelin supposed she was being dramatic, it was a silly fight blown out of proportion by male ego, but the grief that was blooming so vibrantly in her chest, pushed all reason aside. Grief was a scream, her scream, trapped inside and only she could hear it. It was agonizing. She ached for the warm arms of her parents, the late-night talks with her dad on the back porch, of knowing there would always be a safe spot to land. Sure, she had her friends and her cousin and her uncle, but it wasn’t the same.

Home. A place, feeling, person. That’s what missing and every fiber of her being longed to be whole again. She missed desperately the girl she had been before the loss of her parents. Maybe, laying against the worn bookstore floor was her version of rock bottom and tomorrow it would all start looking up.

Lacking the energy to stand, Aelin rolled onto her back, peering up at the underside of her desk. The faint gleam of a spiderweb caught her eye and she traced the lines, marveling at how such a creature could build a masterpiece. The inhabitant was not visible to her gaze, perhaps waiting in the darkness until something ensnared itself in the web. Or possibly, it was observing her wallowing, offering silent companionship.

The floor wasn’t a half bad resting place, and she was suddenly aware of how weary she felt—exhaustion seeping into her very bones. Casting aside the nagging feeling of forgetting something, her lids fluttered close, sleep washing over her.

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Cold.

Wet.

Those were the feelings that had Aelin waking from sleep, swinging her arms, and rolling away from the persistent discomfort. Her escape was short lived as her body met a hard barrier, jarring her to full consciousness. A turquoise eye cracked open, searching for answers.

Fleetfoot loosed a small back and her tail wagged furiously back and forth when she met Aelin’s stare. That explained cold and wet, Aelin thought to herself, extending a handout to pet the pup. She sat up in a rush, suddenly aware that she was still in Present Tense, on the floor, and Fleetfoot hadn’t been here earlier. Lights were also on where they had not been before.

“Aelin?” a musical voice called out.

“Down here,” she answered, not bothering to stand up.

A familiar figure rounded corner, looking equally confused and relieved, as she saw Aelin on the floor. Aelin flashed a sheepish smile and lifted her hand in a small wave.

“Why haven’t you answered your phone? Lys called you. Aedion. Me. You were supposed to get Fleetfoot hours ago. Everyone is freaking out,” Elide questioned, worry coloring every word.

Aelin’s cheeks heated in shame. She hadn’t thought of anyone other than herself while she’d been spiraling and as she analyzed Elide further, she could see her friend looked tired, purplish rings under her dark eyes, her usually flawless hair haphazardly pulled back. But Aelin didn’t know what to tell her—the truth or an excuse.

A lecture about her boyfriend was something she could not handle right now. He wasn’t bad, she had been in the wrong, a little anyways… but her emotional control was threadbare now; any force in the wrong direction would damn it all to hell. Pushing down this spiral with lies likely wasn’t going to be any better.

Her lungs expanded as she sucked in a large breath steeling herself for what was to come.

“I’ve been right here for hours.”

Her friend’s brows crinkled in confusion, but she stayed silent, waiting for Aelin to continue.

“Today, today was a good day. I was happy. And then I wasn’t,” she offered quietly, eyes tracing the wood grain of the worn floorboard, avoiding eye contact. Pretending, pretending that she was confessing her troubles to thin air and not to one the people who knew her best.

“I spent the afternoon sharing how wonderful this city was to tourists. I got to tell them stories of my parents, what they did for Terrasen and Orynth, how they’d instilled in me this burning passion for my homeland--,” she paused, her voice cracking as she forced down a sob, but not the tears rimming her eyes. Silently, they fell over, rolling down her pale cheeks. “—It was closest I had felt to them years. And then my new friend let me read a book with them like my dad used to do.”

Again, she could feel a sob surfacing and captured her pink lip between her teeth, biting down, using the physical pain to ground her. She refused to give the universe the satisfaction of hearing her cries aloud, of Elide hearing them. She didn’t want pity or soft words or reassurances that it would all be okay. Because right now, it didn’t feel like it would be okay. A part of her had died with her parents and if she voiced that, they would all go back to handling her like glass and passing worried glances amongst themselves, trying to prevent her from seeing, but failing miserably.

Elide’s shoulder brushed against hers as she sat down. Aelin knew she was trying to comfort her without being too overbearing and she felt her tips twitch, the ghost of a smile trying to make itself known. “What happened, Ae?” Elide whispered.

“Chaol came in and lost his shit. He accused Rowan of trying to kiss me, they almost fought, and after Rowan left, Chaol made me feel like I was doing something wrong. He brought up moving in together, again, and acted like Rowan was a reason I didn’t want to.” Aelin tried to keep the bitterness out of her confession but by the end of it, she decided she was bitter, mad, hurt.

“I know you’re mad but don’t take this the wrong way, Aelin. You’re going to keep having this fight with Chaol to one of you gives in. He desperately wants to secure his spot in your life and to him, that’s moving in together. I think a lot of his issues stem from some insecurity or something and that’s why he’s always picking insignificant fights. You need to move forward with him or without him, sooner rather than later.”

Aelin tried to scoot away from her friend but Elide grabbed her arm, holding her in place. “No, you don’t get to leave because you don’t like what I have to say. I love you and I am on your side, Aelin. I always am. I’m just offering you advice as an outside observer,” she clarified, sincerity peppering her words.

A sigh rushed out of Aelin along with her anger at Elide. She knew she was right, but it didn’t lessen the sting. Avoiding conflict had become a coping mechanism, a way of living, and truthfully, she wasn’t ready to give it up. Not knowing what to say, she enjoyed the quiet and leaned her head against Elide’s shoulder, soaking in the support.

Sometime later, Aelin disrupted the silence to quietly apologize for failing to answer her phone and she’d learned that all the panic could have been averted if she shared her location with everyone. Apparently, she was the only one in the entire group who hadn’t turned the feature on, but no one said anything because Aelin always answered her phone.

“Hand me your phone and I’ll show you where to turn it on,” her friend offered. Aelin reached up, bumping a portion of spiderweb as her hand disappeared into the desk. She grabbed the phone and noted a jumping spider emerging from the same space. A small graced her lips, she’d been right earlier.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Elide asked as she grabbed Aelin’s phone.

“No reason.”

“Alright, whatever you say.” Elide replied before she segued into showing Aelin how to turn the feature on and to see where everyone else was.

“I can’t wait to stalk you all at any given time,” she admitted with a devilish smirk. She had a feeling her friends would all regret sharing their location with her soon enough.

“Aelin don’t make me regret this,” Elide chuckled as she handed her back the phone. She then gracefully stood and dusted off her pants. Aelin grabbed her extended hand and stood too, taking note that her back and butt were sore from being on the floor so long. She stretched, letting out a loud yawn.

“Hmm, I guess you’re too tired to come with me.”

“Huh?” Aelin questioned.

“I’m going to Moonie's and since you’ve spent all evening and the better part of your night sad, I thought you’d want to go. But if you’re too tired…”

“No!” she immediately replied, scooping up a sleeping Fleetfoot. “We’re ready!”

Elide shook her head laughing but motioned for Aelin to lead the way. After locking up the store, the pair hopped in Elide’s truck, Fleetfoot occupying the bench seat spot between them. “Promise me you won’t give Lorcan the third degree, I didn’t tell him you were coming.”

“I would never,” Aelin declared, holding her hand to her chest, looking offended.

“I’m not sure who you’re trying to fool but I’ve known you my whole life. You give everyone the third degree.”

“I have idea what you’re talking about,” she replied, hiding a smirk by looking out the truck window.

“If you give Lorcan the third degree, I’ll ask you about Rowan.”

Aelin’s turquoise eyes slid sideways, subtly trying to see if Elide looked serious or not. Her friend’s profile was perfectly stoic, dark eyes trained on the road.

“Damn you Elide Lochan, you have learned my tricks too well.”

“I guess you’ll have to learn new ones,” was all she offered in response. Aelin smiled to herself and mulled over how she could question Elide’s new beau without making it obvious. From the few things Elide and Lysandra had said, Lorcan was tall, intimidating, and didn’t tolerate many people. She didn’t understand the attraction between the two since her friend loved everyone, but maybe it would become clearer after she spent some time amongst them.

Before they’d even reached the bar, Aelin could see the faint glow Moonie’s lit sign gave off, like a beacon welcoming the weary. Despite last time being a shit show, she prayed tonight would be better—it had to be. Tumultuous waves of grief and loss fought against her, wanting out, wanting to be felt again, but she pushed them down, instead gripping tight to the small shred of hope she maintained.

Aelin startled when she felt her body move slightly sideways into the truck door. It was only then she realized Elide had been trying to get her attention.

“Can I help you?” she huffed, pushing off the door.

“Are you coming inside or not?” Elide was already standing outside the truck, hands on her hips, looking expectantly at her. Aelin’s cheeks and neck heated in embarrassment at having missed all the commotion, even her puppy had vacated the cab.

“I’ll be right there; I just need a minute.” She didn’t wait for a response before pushing open the door and sliding out onto the ground. If Elide had responded, it was drowned out by the metallic clang of a closing door.

The night was crisp, the smell of autumn permeating the air around her. She closed her eyes, bracing against the truck, loosing a large sigh. A fraction of the weight from her shoulders lifted as atmosphere quelled the unrest running rampant in her mind. Opening her eyes, she glanced around noting no one was outside, it was just her and the edges of Oakwald trees cast in an artificial glow from the giant sign behind her. How long had these trees been here? What secrets did they hold? Had they witnessed joy and heartbreak and misery? Sometimes, she wished to be a tree—tall, unwavering, weathering the harshest conditions with ease. The gods though had not bestowed that gift upon her, and she was merely a soul who felt things too deeply, damaged easily by the simplest of things.

Enough time had passed that standing outside no longer constituted as “a moment” and Aelin had a sneaking suspicion that if she didn’t go in soon, Elide would do something drastic. Steeling herself for human interaction, she left behind the calmness of the night, and headed into the bar with Fleetfoot hot on her heels.

The amount of bar goers was more than she expected as the number of vehicles outside didn’t correlate, but she hadn’t been paying much attention either. The lower lighting and dark wood of Moonie’s made it harder to scan the groups of people, forcing her to traipse further into the bar. A few passing glances were cast her way, but none belonged to anyone she knew. Her heart beat a little harder, battering her ribs as anxiety began to creep up. This could not be a repeat of last time. Maybe she should go back outside, call Aedion to come get her to take her home.

But then she heard it, the musical laughter of Elide, followed by a chorus of deeper ones. No wonder she hadn’t come looking for her as it seemed she was having a good time. Aelin felt a spike of guilt in her gut. Her somber mood would likely spoil the night and that wasn’t fair. Home was sounding better, agreeing to come had been a mistake. Since she hadn’t physically seen Elide, it was likely her friend hadn’t seen her either and slipping back out of the bar would be easy.

Bending down, she scooped up Fleetfoot with little protest, and turned back towards the front door. Escape. Escape was short-lived. “Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, I know I don’t see you trying to sneak out like a thief in the night.”

Schooling her features in to one of innocence, she turned and met Elide’s glaring gaze. “Fleetfoot has to pee, she was doing that circle sniff thing she does,” she stated, hoping her. Lie was bought. Almost as though Fleetfoot knew Aelin was using her as a scape goat, the puppy wiggled in her arms forcing Aelin to put her down, and immediately ran to Elide.

“Fucking traitor,” she mumbled under her breath.

Elide smirked and motioned for her to follow. Pouting, she trailed behind the two to a table tucked in the corner of the bar. At it were four men playing some sort of game on a phone and laughing, apparently having a very good time. Aelin stood on the periphery, quietly observing, and feeling an involuntary smile tug up the corners of her mouth. Whatever game they were playing was causing chaos, their laughter infectious.

When the round ended, she noted Elide drape herself across the back of a tall, dark headed male, whispering something into his ear. He turned, his cold stare looking her up and down, making her self-conscious. She probably looked a mess with smeared make-up and puffy under eyes; it was always clear when she’d been crying, fair skin hid nothing. The male didn’t speak before turning back around, ignoring her, and striking back up the conversation with his table mates. There was zero doubt who he was: Lorcan, jerk extraordinaire.

Elide flicked his ear, making him flinch, and he turned back around, giving her a fake smile. “Why don’t you come sit down?” he asked, sounding pained as he did so.

Aelin wanted to snipe back with a smart-ass comment but Elide’s pleading look to place nice had her doing the exact opposite. With a saccharine smile, she strolled over to the table, trying to exude an unbothered aura as she sat opposite of Lorcan. He didn’t want to play nice and neither did she—this would be a long night; she could feel in her bones.

Fleetfoot laid on her feet under the table, done being traitor for the time being. A glass was slid in front of her and the only other blonde at the table began pouring beer into it with remarkable ease.

“Hi, I’m Fenrys. You must be Aelin,” the blond man exclaimed cheerfully, extending a hand to her. She grasped it and then gasped when he brought the back of her hand to his lips, his onyx eyes shining with mirth.

She quickly pulled her hand back, still slightly shocked he had kissed it. Boundaries were clearly not his strong suit. “Do you always kiss people you don’t know?” she implored.

“Only beautiful ones,” he quipped, somehow his smile growing wider than it had been.

He was beautiful, even more beautiful than Rowan. His skin a glorious bronze color and his curly blond hair, fell past his shoulders. He had it half up, showing his strong jaw and corded neck. Aelin couldn’t help but blush as she realized she was openly gawking.

“It’s okay, Aelin, look all you like,” he jested, giving a wink. Her cheeks flamed more, the color running all the way to the tips of her ears as she died a little from mortification. The beer in front of her seemed suddenly very important and she gulped several sips down.

“I’m so sorry for my brother. I wish the gods would have given me a sister,” said another male from across the table. Glancing up, she felt like she was seeing double but not. The male looked just like Fenrys but had long, dark hair and a calmer air about him. To her side, she heard Fenrys mumble rude under his breath.

“Nice to meet you,” she offered, extending a fist. The male bumped his fist against hers with a smile.

“The name’s Connall and you’ll learn to like me better.” She chuckled, enjoying him toying with his brother. “And this is my husband, Vaughn,” he indicated to the man sitting between him and Lorcan. Vaughn, like the rest of them, was large and commanded attention with his dark eyes, dark hair, and beautifully cut features. Were all these men beautiful? Aelin felt like she was sitting amongst the pages of a magazine spread. It was a little unnerving.

“Aelin, we were playing some charades game and since you’re here now, I think we should do boys vs. girls. What do you think?” Elide asked between sips of her beer.

“It looked fun, you guys were laughing quite hard.”

“Listen blondie—” Fenrys started, throwing his arm around her shoulders, “—I’m undefeated in this game. You sure you don’t wanna be on my team?” He waggled his eyebrows grinning.

“Listen blondie,” she said, matching his haughty tone, “Were. You were undefeated.” With a pointed look, she removed his arm from around her shoulder and placed it down before brushing her lips against his ear, her voice a hushed whisper of promise, “But I’m coming for your title.”

Gracing the table with a wicked smile, she slid closer to Elide, and the two began to whisper about nothing, but trying to appear as though they were discussing important things. Things like strategy and knocking the men down a few pegs. Aelin caught Fenrys being chastised for gloating and a few more glances than necessary from the men were sent their way. It seemed they were worried about having their assess handed to them.

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That’s exactly what happened. Elide and Aelin were now the reigning champs of the game. Three rounds of beer, two rematches, and two paper crowns later, the women were sitting at the end of the table enjoying their buzz and gloating rights. Fenrys actually looked to be pouting and it did make Aelin feel a little bad for beating him, but only a little. She bumped Elide’s shoulder, indicating she was moving back to her original seat.

“I told you I was coming for it,” she singed song, sitting down next to her new friend.

“How do you fit all that information in your brain? You’re like a damn dictionary or something,” he whined, sticking out his bottom lip.

“I forgot to mention I own a bookstore, so….”

“Hellas, I would have never played had I know that. Such an unfair advantage.” He placed his forehead to the table, looking sadder by the moment.

Aelin tried to hold in a laugh, but it didn’t work, now here apology wouldn’t sound semi- sincere. “I’m sorry, how can I make it up to you?”

“You have to dance with me,” he answered, turning his dark eyes to her, his expression serious.

“Fenrys, there’s no music,” she stated, waving her hands around to punctuate that there was only the sound of bar patrons.

“I can fix that!” He slid off the bench seat and disappeared, leaving Aelin crinkling her brows in confusion.

“He owns the bar,” Elide chimed in.

“What?”

“His last name is Moonbeam, hence Moonies. I thought you were smart,” uttered Lorcan as he glared at her over his beer.

“Why are you such a godsdamned prick?” she sniped, unable to hold back her comments anymore. He’d been a literal pain in her ass since she’d been here, and she was tired of sitting on her feelings for Elide.

The male bristled, his face somehow sliding into a colder look than Aelin thought possible. Elide didn’t come to her rescue and only shot her a look to say I told you so. Aelin rolled her eyes and stood, eagerly scanning for Fenrys. She saw him behind the bar, messing with a sound system, and soon music filled the air, dulling out the conversations of everyone in Moonie’s. Her puppy was passed out on the floor, and she knew she would likely be there for a while yet—Fleetfoot could sleep through anything.

Her and Fenrys were not the only ones interested in dancing and several couples were already twirling about a newly vacated space in the middle of the bar. She loved dancing and as she spun about, it occurred to her that they hadn’t gone out to Manon’s bar in a while. Life had gotten in the way with adult responsibilities. Well, that and Chaol hadn’t wanted to go out, so she didn’t either.

Trying not to lose the carefree feeling coursing through her courtesy of good company and lots of beer, Aelin shoved her boyfriend out of her head. He’d gotten enough of her today and he didn’t deserve anymore of her time. “Having fun, Blondie?” yelled Fenrys as he brought her close ending a set of intricate spins.

She could feel the flutter of his heart beneath the hand she rested on his muscled chest. The flexed her fingers against him, relishing in the fact she was having fun. Tilting her head back, her bright eyes met his dark ones, and their smiles had to have matched. “Of course. I took your title and I get to dance?”

He shook his head and tapped her nose before throwing her back in a dip. A squeal left her pink lips at the unexpected motion. He moved lower, her blonde hair just touching the worn floor, and just as quickly as he’d dipped her, she was back upright and being spun out. As much as she loved two-stepping, she was happy there was a pause in the music; it meant she could catch her breath. Sweat was glistening her skin and the sweater she was wearing was becoming too hot.

“I need to take a break. It’s too hot!” she declared to Fenrys, motioning she was going to go outside. He nodded in understanding and promised they would dance more when she came back in.

The temperature outside had cooled considerably since earlier and Aelin sighed in relief as it licked at her hot skin. Still feeling flushed, she slipped out of her sweater, revealing a white tank top soaked with sweat, her pink bra showing. Luckily, there didn’t seem to be anyone outside watching her strip down. Leaning against a post, Aelin slipped her phone out to check the time. It was barely midnight, but it seemed much later which she attributed to having a good time.

Movement in her periphery pulled her gaze from the dark of the forest. Turning, her turquoise gaze scanned for the culprit, finding nothing except empty tables, trees, and grass. Perhaps there hadn’t been anything there at all and her beer-addled mind was playing tricks on her.

Shrugging it off, she stared back out into the forest, soaking in the cold air.

Suddenly something goosed her in the ass, an involuntary yelp leaving her plush lips. “What the fuck?” she cursed. If Fenrys had snuck up on her, she was going to flay him alive, such childish antics were likely right up his alley. Turning, fists raised to pummel whoever had grabbed her, her eyes landed on a large dog instead of a person. The dog was large, black and tan, with warm brown eyes and a happily wagging tail. He clearly wanted attention.

Aelin dropped down into a crouch, knees to chest, and extended her hand out, giving him the choice to come closer. He did, placing his maw against her hand, seek pets which she gladly gave. “Who’s a good boy? You’re good boy,” she cooed, sinking her fingers into his ruff. He was wearing a collar, her fingers brushing over metal tags. The tag read Elliot.

“Where’s your person, Elliot?” Naturally, he didn’t answer her and made no attempt to leave as she continued pet him. Her legs were starting to cramp from her crouched position and instead of successfully standing up, she slipped bac, pancaking onto the grassy lawn with a thud.

Alcohol. Alcohol was no one’s friend, she thought to herself while trying to catch her breath. It hadn’t been much of a fall backwards, as she was low to the ground already, but it still knocked some air out. The view was nice though, she could see the twinkling stars in all their glory, well that was until Elliot’s nose was sniffing her face.

Giggles peppered the air as Elliot’s assault was making her ticklish. “Okay, okay, let me up,” she pleaded covering her face. He quit and when she moved her arms, she found that she was alone—he had disappeared as fast as he had come. She sat up, holding her hand to her head, waiting for the dizzy feeling to subside.

Crunching gravel and footsteps caught her attention; she was no longer alone and that made her feel uneasy. Anyone could be outside, and she was on the ground like easy prey. Aelin pushed up, halfway to standing when something knocked into her, sending her careening over, again.

“I swear to the gods—” Aelin cussed, sitting back up, when she heard a loud voice yelling for Elliot. And there Elliot was, about five feet from her, front legs low to the ground and butt in the air, indicating he wanted to play.

“Absolutely not,” she said firmly, holding her palm up, staring down the dog. He wagged his tail and jumped forward a bit; he didn’t care that she had said no. Aelin tucked her legs underneath her and tried to stand as Elliot launched right at her.

“Elliot, no!” two voices screamed at the same time. The dog gave her a wide berth, barking at something behind her. Aelin stood, dusting off herself best she could, and straightened her spine. She was going to give his owner a piece of her mind. Except when she turned, the angry words died on her tongue.

“I see you met, Elliot.” Her eyes narrowed, flicking between the two.

“Seems as you both like to catch me off guard,” she mumbled into the space between them.

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shallyne · 2 years ago

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SJM Romanceweek Day Six

Wifey

My favourite throuple in the SJM Universe is Manon x Feyre x Aelin. That's how this happened, enjoy. For @sjmromanceweek

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TW: none

It's their 50th anniversary and Feyre, Manon and Aelin had decided to keep it small. They would keep it small. Right, Aelin?

Feyre wrapped another flower around the stem of the other and looked at Bryaxis. It would take some time until she finished their flower crown because their head is huge, so she continued to wrap stems together like her sister had taught her. As she did so, she could hear Aelin cheering down the meadow, followed by Manon's snarl. It wasn't hard to guess who won their little sparring contest. Abraxos raised his head sleepily when she heard a snarl coming from Manon, but not sensing any danger he went back to dozing, his own flower crown shifting as he lowered his head. Silence spread over the meadow for a few heartbeats until the clashing of swords began again. Feyre snorted as she finished the flower crown.

"Bryaxis." she said, her pup raising his head at her voice. "Come here."

Slowly they stalked over and lowered their head for Feyre to put the flower crown on their head. "Good." she said calmly. "Beautiful! You are so beautiful!" she pressed a quick kiss on Bryaxis soft head. It didn't take long until Fleetfoot came racing back, followed by Aelin who jogged up the little hill. Right behind them was Manon.

Aelin let herself fall in grass right beside Feyre, who wordlessly gave her the water canteen. "Thank you!" Aelin chirped. "Much needed after kicking the witch's ass twice."

"You didn't win the second time." Manon growled, sitting on Feyre's other side, leaning against Abraxos. Feyre also gave her the canteen, which she took with a nod of thanks.

"Anyways, maybe you were right. This is quite nice." Aelin said, folding her hands behind her head and looking up at the clouds. Aelin wanted to celebrate their anniversary big and invite every person imaginable but Manon and Feyre were against the idea, rather celebrating small, just the three of them. Manon huffed "Everything is better than some stuffy celebration."

"Actually-" Aelin said, dragging the word so long that it told Manon and Feyre that they would not like the thing that comes next. "There will be a little celebration tonight."

"What?" Manon snapped. "We agreed-"

"We agreed that I won't plan a big celebration, you said nothing about a small celebration." Manon rolled her eyes but before she could say anything, Aelin added "Don't worry, I invited your witch friends."

Manon's gaze wandered from Aelin to Feyre, who shrugged apologetically. If Aelin set her mind to something it was nearly impossible to change her mind but to Feyre's surprise Manon asked "What about Feyre's friends? You can't plan something and leave them out of it."

Aelin sneaked up on Feyre from behind, sliding her arms around Feyre's waist and resting her chin on Feyre's shoulder. She could hear her grin when she said "Fenrys and Lorcan are picking them up at the gates right this moment."

Surprise lit up Manon's golden eyes and Feyre whirled her head towards Aelin, who tilted her head as Feyre looked into her turquoise eyes. "They are here?" Aelin nodded once and kissed her cheek. Feyre looked back at Manon who had crossed her arms. "Please." Aelin whispered. Feyre grinned and echoed "Please."

Manon sighed and shrugged "Alright."

Aelin squeaked into Feyre's ear and jumped up, throwing her arms around Manon and pressed a kiss on her cheek, too. At this point Manon was so used to this, that she barely stiffened anymore.

Feyre stood up and called Bryaxis and Fleetfoot back. Aelin gripped Feyre's hand and Feyre reached out her own hand towards Manon even though she knew the answer.

"I'll fly back." Manon said, slightly bending forward. Feyre smiled and pressed a quick kiss on her mouth. "Okay, we'll see you later then."

"Don't be too late to the party!" Aelin called out as she hooked a finger in Fleetfoot's collar. Bryaxis laid his paw in Feyre's free hand and winnowed them back to the castle.

"Are they already here?" Feyre asked when they found themselves back in the corridors of the Ashryver-Galathynius castle. Aelin nodded "They should be in the throne room right now."

Feyre smiled brightly, breaking into a run, her wife right behind her. She first spotted the familiar set of Illyrian wings and the red siphons. She couldn't hold back her excitement as she hurried towards her group of friends, jumping into Cassian's arms. "You're here! You are all here!"

"What do you think? We wouldn't miss your fiftieth anniversary for anything." the familiar voice of her favorite High Lord sounded. Cassian let her on the ground again "How's your wife?"

Feyre grinned. "Which one?"

Cassian's grin mirrored her own "Both."

Feyre chuckled. "They are both great." she said, greeting the others with hugs. Mor squeezed her so much, Feyre could barely breathe.

After they all calmed down and greeted Aelin, Feyre took them to a cozy sitting room while Aelin greeted her own friends who traveled here for the party that night. They would all meet that afternoon again but first they'd spent time with their own groups.

Feyre sat between Rhys and Mor, on the opposite couch sat Amren and Azriel and Cassian claimed the chair to her right.

"It's still weird." Mor said.

"What is?" Feyre asked.

"That we have to travel through worlds to see you." Mor said.

Cassian snorted. "Feyre running away to another world to live with her two girlfriends was not on my bingo card." he looked at Feyre. "Wives." he corrected.

They all laughed, even Azriel chuckled softly.

"I would have expected that from Morrigan." Amren suddenly said. Mor still chuckled as she threw a pillow at Amren, Feyre held her stomach as she laughed.

They all started to talk wildly together and as Feyre calmed down, she looked at Rhys. He smiled and said "You look happy."

"I am!" Feyre said. "I really am, though I'll miss you all sometimes."

Rhys touched her shoulder with his and said "We're just another realm away." Feyre chuckled. "Velaris is always open for you." Rhys added. "We'd be happy if you visit us again someday."

"I will!" she promised.

"You can bring your wives. Even the Witch, though she scares me." Mor said.

Feyre giggled. "Please tell her that, she will be delighted."

They talked for another two hours until they all went back to the big meeting room where Feyre greeted Dorian, Chaol and Yrene, the friends she had made throughout her years in Erilea. She also hugged Elide although they just talked that morning.

Manon was back on time when the witches from the Wastes arrived on their wyverns.

When Feyre arrived that evening in the throne room she found, as she had expected, that the small celebration was indeed not small.

"Smaller than what I had originally planned." Aelin said with a wink when Feyre had found and asked her. Now the three of them stood at the edge of the crowd, nursing their drinks. Feyre had her arm slid around Manon's waist, who in return had laid her arms around Feyre's shoulder while Aelin wildly gestured as she told Fenrys about how she had kicked Manon's ass.

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impulsivefanwriter · 4 years ago

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The Great B-A-T-H Incident

Back at it again with more SPBNR AU sharkpup nonsense! This is the Monty + Sharkpack AU where S!Lloyd (Monty) ends up in the M!verse with five shark pups that happen to be the S!ninja. After a bit of taking care on their own, the M!Ninja find the squad and help take care of them. This leads to... shenanigans, to put it lightly.

Smith = S!Kai, Phoenix = S!Nya, Brook = S!Cole, Boreas = S!Zane, and Robin = S!Jay

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Zane had made a mistake.

Honestly, he’d thought he’d been pretty smart. Monty was staying at his place today- an arrangement where the Ninjaforce made sure the kid was never left somewhere unsafe- and had been playing with Echo and the five sharkpups. Echo was cuddling the silvery white pup (Boreas)- the one Zane could have sworn looked almost mechanical- while Monty played with the turquoise pup (Phoenix) and the red pup (Smith). If Zane didn’t know any better, he would have said that the blue pup (Robin) was staring at Monty, Phoenix, and Smith with jealousy, though Zane couldn’t tell who the pup was truly jealous of. The brownish-black pup (Brook) rested on the carpet next to him.

It was around this time that Zane had noticed the state of the pups. As in, they were covered in dirt and dust and mud, especially Brook. So, being a good brother and a responsible (though still wild) teen, Zane decided to get Monty and Echo’s help with the matter.

“Hey Echo,” Zane had said. He wouldn’t learn his mistake for another minute. “Do you want to help me give those five a b-a-t-h?”

He’d read on the internet that spelling the word had better results when getting pets to avoid getting spooked by things they disliked. Then again, these were shark pups, and surely they would be fine with a little bit of water-

Five pups turned to look at him. Three immediately bolted.

Zane didn’t even have a chance to blink. One moment, there were five pups in the living room. The next, the only ones left were Boreas in Echo’s arms and Phoenix by Monty. Boreas squirmed a little, though ultimately gave up as if resigned to his fate.

Echo squealed. “Can we? Ooo, can we?”

Monty was grinning, and that looked a little too mischievous for Zane’s liking. “Yeah, why don’t we give them a b-a-t-h? Wanna help us catch the three loose pups, Phoenix?”

Zane really needed to check his optic sensors eyes, because Phoenix really looked like she was grinning in a ‘it would be my pleasure’ sort of way. He supposed it didn’t matter; they’d need all the help they could get wrangling the three escaped pups.

“Echo, could you draw a bath?” Zane asked. “We’ll start trying to catch them.”

Echo shot him a pleading look. “Can I help? I know every hiding spot in the house for hide n’ seek!”

Zane ruffled his brother’s hair. “Bath first so we have somewhere to put them. It’s really important.”

At this, Echo lit up. “Got it!”

He stood and carried Boreas to the bathroom. Good; Zane hadn’t been lying when he’d said they needed a drawn bath ready. He got the feeling that the three pups would not make it easy to catch them, and would be even harder to keep put.

“N- Phoenix is good with water,” Monty said, letting the turquoise pup down and standing himself. “She’ll help us look!”

With six eyes on deck, with Echo (and perhaps Boreas) helping search, it shouldn’t be hard. Zane almost laughed to himself at how easily he had added the pups to the list; then again, with how intelligent they seemed, it was only natural.

Still, it was a small house. How difficult could finding three brightly coloured shark pups be?

The answer, he discovered 20 minutes later with not a single sign of a tail anywhere, was very difficult. Especially when those three shark pups did not want to be found.

Monty was very good at hide n’ seek, but there was only so much he could do with an unfamiliar location. Zane too was having troubles because no matter where he looked (the cupboard, behind every day, his father’s workshop), he couldn’t find a single thing.

Luckily, Echo came to the rescue.

He emerged from the washroom, smelling of three different kinds of shampoo, with bubbles on his arms and his shirt sopping wet. Despite the mess, a bright grin stretched across his face. Boreas (with a freshly cleaned coat sparkling as if it were polished metal or shining snow) padded along at his feet. Echo listened to Zane and Monty list the places the’d already searched, put one hand on his chin, then walked back to the living room they’d started in. Curious, Zane followed.

Echo lifted up the couch- Zane would have to remind him both not to do that then Monty was over (not that the kid seemed to mind or notice, thankfully) and some better lifting techniques- and sure enough, three streaks scattered in every direction. Phoenix leapt in the path of the biggest pup, Brook, as he tried to run for the door. The blue pup Robin and the red pup Smith both managed to dodge Zane and Monty’s attempts to grab them- goodness, they were faster than lightning- and blazed out of the room.

Phoenix barked a few times. The fin on Brook’s head flopped over in the same way a dog’s ears would lower. Zane was struck with the strangest sensation that Phoenix was making a deal of some kind. The pups did seem to communicate with each other like some kind of family-bound team. Smith and Brook took the leader positions, Boreas and Phoenix seemed to keep them in check, and Robin helped them remember to let loose and have fun.

But that was ridiculous. They were shark pups.

Still, whatever Phoenix did seemed to work, because Brook wasn’t running anymore. It was as if he’d agreed to help in exchange for something. Bribery? A ��get out of bath free’ pass? Whatever it was, at least they had one less pup to look for and one more pup helping to look.

Because by the FSM, the two remaining pups did not want to be found.

Zane, Monty, and Echo searched everywhere. Echo’s calls were heard every few minutes as he found the pups but could never quite catch them before they vanished again; hidden in the kitchen cabinet behind the box of oatmeal, hidden in the trunk of Dr. Julien’s car, hidden in Monty’s spare hoodie lying on the bedroll he would use for the sleepover. Zane’s eye twitched. Damn, these two pups were smart. They always seemed to know how to sneak back into the rooms previously checked, causing Zane to have to backtrack more than once at the flash of blue and red darting around the corner.

Jay and Cole swung not too much later (Kai was supposed to as well, but he was confined to bed after the, er, ‘incident’ when Nya found him chugging a pot of coffee that had been infused with 5 hour energy at 3:00am) and joined the hunt. Despite the odds being severely in their favour at this point, with five humans and three shark pups searching, those two blasted pups just were nowhere in sight. The shared utter despision the two had for baths was unfathomable and unrivalled. There was no way to catch them; the second someone had one cornered, the other would kick up enough of a fuss for them to escape.

Heck, Zane had even found the two hidden in Jay’s scarf while he was still wearing it. What, were the two shark pups ninjas or something?

There finally came a point where the sightings stopped altogether and the two vanished. Jay got worried that the two had escaped to outside, and Zane couldn’t help but think what if? along with him. A quick check of all the windows and doors- yep, still closed, though one window might have been pushed on (luckily one you needed opposable thumbs to open)- disproved that theory, but the worry that the pups had gotten lost in the city under his watch persisted. He was supposed to protect those who could not protect themselves!

Though, judging by the skills of these pups, they certainly could protect themselves.

For FSM sake, it was just a bath! And with how much the two had crawled behind every dusty cubby space and under every piece of furniture and into every grease-stained spot in the workshop, they needed it!

Cole leaned against the wall, clicking on the ceiling fan switch with his back. His headphones hung around his neck. “So how did this whole mess start?”

“I asked Echo if he wanted to help me give the pups and I quote, a b-a-t-h.”

Cole nodded. “Makes sense. Have you seen how smart they are? Wouldn’t be that surprised if they could read.”

Monty sat down on the couch, swinging his legs. “Did ya fall for the conspiracies too?”

Cole snorted. “Course not. Not like Red has. I swear, he’s usually not like this.”

“He’s like Charlie from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia!” Zane said cheerfully.

“Yeah,” Cole said. “He fell off the deep end because of these pups, right, Jay? …Jay?”

Zane looked over to see Jay’s face had gone pale- well, paler than usually- his gaze fixated on something above them. Zane followed the line of sight up, up, to the ceiling and the-

There was a blur of purple zinging around the spinning ceiling fan.

For a moment Zane (and the others in the room) could only stop and stare at the ceiling fan. Zane’s brain crashed, thoughts slamming to a halt, because the two pups had been hiding on the ceiling fan that was now currently on.

The thing was, Zane could perfectly reconstruct how the two shark pups had gotten up there. Boosting each other onto higher ledges, swinging each other by the tails to bridge gaps, climbing higher and higher until they reached the one spot no one would think to look because there shouldn’t be any plausible way for two shark pups to hide on the ceiling fan, and yet here they were.

And then Cole had accidentally turned it on.

The ground suddenly became a scramble of motion. Cole whirled around and slammed the switch so hard the plastic cracked. Everyone who wasn’t standing surged to their feet in a panic, spreading out in case one of the pups couldn’t hold on while the fan slowed to a stop-

And it seemed like one couldn’t.

Like flying out of a bench swing into a tree, the blue pup was yeeted off the fan and tumbled directly into Jay’s arms. The bullet actually knocked him off his feet, and a bolt of relief shot through Zane when he realized that neither Jay nor Robin had gotten hurt.

Above them, the now-only-red blur was starting to slow down. The fan finally stopped moving and a very dizzy Smith rolled off it, giving Zane barely enough time to lunge forward and catch him in a landing as soft as a snowdrift.

For a moment, no one breathed. Then Monty started to snicker and giggle, and then Echo joined in, and suddenly the whole room was laughing. Zane handed Smith over to Monty. He could see the pup’s eyes spinning; they’d lasted a surprisingly long time, as if used to spinning real fast (chasing tails, perhaps?), but nothing compared to the ceiling fan whipping them around.

Jay (who looked both like his soul had left his body for a moment and had an immense amount of static clinging to his scarf) handed off Robin to Echo. The group finally, finally, made their way to the bathroom with all five pups. Boreas had already gotten a bath, as had Phoenix during the amount of time it took to catch the others. Brook stood on the edge of the bathtub, shooting what Zane could only think looked like an apologetic look at Smith and Robin. The brownish-black pup had joined in the search, after all, probably thinking to get out of the bath himself.

Phoenix leapt up and body slammed Brook while the pup wasn’t paying attention. He teetered with a yelp and splashed into the water. Zane didn’t think it was possible, but Brook had such a wounded look of betrayal as fading sud bubbles stuck to his fur while Phoenix appeared to be laughing.

Some kind of weird static crackling hung in the air. Zane frowned, scratching at his ear in hopes of clearing the high-pitched wire whine, but it didn’t stop as Echo approached the bathtub. That was… strange.

Monty must have figured it out a second before it happened because the kid’s eyes widened. “Wait, don’t just suddenly drop-“

Echo opened his arms and Robin fell into the water that had at this point gone cold. For a moment the scent of ozone filled the room, and then an almighty POP rang out. The lights flickered once, like a shudder, before going out. The group was plunged into darkness with a high pitched noise Zane later registered as Jay shrieking.

Zane blinked, sensors eyes automatically adjusting to the sudden dark much faster than his friends. There was a muted splash, and Zane spotted a dazed shark pup stumbling around his feet. He carefully scooped them up, then scanned the room. Echo seemed the first to recover besides Zane, standing in front of the bathtub. Zane could almost hear the fans of his brother’s processor brain whirling to figure out what had just happened. Monty looked okay, waving one hand in front of him while the other held Smith under his arm, and over to the side stood Cole with Jay latched onto his side- quite literally, with feet off the floor- like a koala.

The backup generator kicked on and brought the brightness back. Brook heaved himself out of the bathtub and shook the water from his fur, pointing a tired glare at Robin laying stunned in Zane’s arms.

“Anyone know what just happened?” Cole asked.

Zane blinked. “Power surge. But I am unable to determine the cause of it."

Monty wrinkled his nose and opened his mouth as if to say something, then decided against it. “I think we need to make a fresh bath."

The kid was right; there was an incredible amount of dirt in the cold water, despite it being relatively clean before Brook was shoved in. Zane handed Robin to Echo (after he got the promise that his brother wouldn’t surprise the pup again) and set to work emptying the water and letting new, warm water into the tub.

It took the combined effort of all five people and three shark pups, but they finally got Robin and Smith to sit still for the bath. Zane had the sneaking suspicion it was Monty and Echo’s combined puppy-eyed look that did it. For whatever reason, Smith seemed almost completely dry after shaking his fur off once, as if the water had merely evaporated, but Zane shrugged it off. He was just happy they were finally done getting all five pups to be-

“BROOK, NO, DON’T JUMP INTO THAT MUD PUD-“

SPLASH

Well, getting all five pups to be clean for a few moments.

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kiki-shortsnout · 4 years ago

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For intimacy prompts: #27 hugs from behind for Ironstrange! ❤️💙 I’ve been loving all of these fics so far!

Me again! I swear, you're all going to get sick of me writing all these snippet prompts! 🤣🤣

Another warning for Alpha/ Omega and Mpreg!

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‘There you are.’

‘You say that like you don’t know where I am at every given moment of the day,’ Tony grumbled, not moving from where he was hunched over the desk in the bedroom, tinkering with his latest project. Stephen ignored his irritability, knowing his Omega was uncomfortable and exhausted.

Switching his Kamar-Taj robes for a worn t-shirt and sweatpants, Stephen directed the Cloak out of the room with a head nod, wanting some alone time.

‘Of course I know where you are. I wouldn’t be a very good mate if I didn’t,’ Stephen answered, placing his hands on the back of Tony’s chair and hooking his chin over his shoulder. With gentle hands, he encouraged Tony forward in the wooden chair, stroking his fingers up and down his Omega’s spine, counting each vertebra as he went. Magic pooled in his hands as he swept his hands over a muscled back, trying to ease whatever tension Tony was carrying.

‘I swear, Wong is worse than all of your ninja minions you have shadowing me,’ Tony laughed, groaning at the touch.

‘Apprentices, Tony, not ninja minions-’

‘Ninja apprentices then. You’ve got good timing, I think I’ve finished, You want to see?’ Tony asked, curving his head back against Stephen’s shoulder, exposing his vulnerability in such an effortless way. It created feelings of contentment, which spread through Stephen like fine lace, soft, delicate, subtle. This was an intimate spot for Omegas as it held their bonding glands, but for Tony, who had been seized and strangled in such a fragile area time and time again, it held a deeper meaning.

Omegas did not relinquish their trust easily, did not offer themselves to any Alpha they did not deem worthy, and Tony had more reasons than most not to trust any of them. Reaching down, Stephen ran the edge of his nose down the column of his throat, kissing the bite mark in the hollow of it with an infinitesimal brush of his lips.

‘Show me,’ he whispered against Tony’s skin.

A delicate clinking noise made him look up, and he felt his eyes widen at the complexity of the crib mobile Tony had made. He knew his mate had been driven to boredom constantly during his pregnancy, trying to hide his frustrated tears while biting down on the angry retorts he wanted to inflict on those who cared about him.

The safety of their pup came before everything else in Tony’s mind. They had known pregnancy would put stress on Tony’s body, that it would be difficult because of his age and the lasting repercussions that had come from having the arc reactor wedged inside his ribcage. Still, Tony had wanted to try, and Stephen had never been able to deny his obstinate mate anything.

It pained him watching Tony give up the things he had loved, the Iron Man suit, his place on the Avengers team, creating in his workshop. Stephen had tried to find safer ways for him to invent, but the Omega was having none of it, his singular focus keeping their pup safe.

Reaching down, Stephen cupped a fragile-looking wing in his hand, tilting it so the sunlight caught the turquoise glass, sending little splinters of sea-green light over Tony’s hands. Every individual butterfly was intricately wrought, the shimmering metal lattice encasing the glass membrane of wings.

‘Tony, it’s beautiful,’ Stephen whispered, picking up the steel ring the glass butterflies were all attached to by delicate chains, lifting it above his head so he could hear the jingling of the mobile as it moved in the wind, marveling at the cascading butterflies that Tony had spent months crafting.

‘Only the best for our little butterfly,’ Tony told him, preening and turning in his chair so he could point at the hook above the crib in the corner of the bedroom.

It had become a shared joke between them, Tony ridiculing Stephen’s superpower ability to create butterflies.

You were the one who tried to stop Thanos with butterflies!

To something more meaningful.

What does it feel like? The pup moving inside you?

I don’t know… like I’ve swallowed some of your magic butterflies.

‘I’d do it but I’m sure I’ll get told off for trying, and the last time I handed the Cloak something it dropped it,’ Tony laughed, waving Stephen away.

He did as his Omega bid, holding his cargo with care as he walked over to the crib, hanging the mobile and then looking back, crossing his arms over his chest as he made a thoughtful noise.

‘I dunno, Tony, what if the pup prefers little cups of coffee or something?’

‘Bite me, asshole,’ Tony grumbled, getting out of his chair. ‘You said coffee was fine while I’m pregnant.’

‘One cup a day I said. I heard all about your screaming match with Wong the other day,’ Stephen chuckled, reaching into the crib to reposition the cuddly elephant Peter had gotten the pup.

‘You’re all working against me…keeping me from my coffee,’ Tony spat, grimacing as he took a step forward, swaying on his feet.

Stephen immediately reached out for him, leaping forward before he froze, cowering under the glare he received for his trouble.

‘I’m not trying to be overprotective. I know you can look after yourself, but I’d feel better if you were off your feet, douchebag. I know you’re uncomfortable-’

‘Understatement of the year,’ Tony growled.

‘Sweetheart, you’re handling it so well, honestly. Come on, come sit down with me on the couch. I’ve not seen you in a while and I missed you, please?’

Tony relented at that, not because of any Omega instinct to please their Alpha, but because he knew Stephen did miss him when he was away with the other Masters of the Mystic Arts. They both understood that Stephen was keeping the world safe from interdimensional threats, but that didn’t stop the pain at being apart, especially now Tony was carrying.

‘You big softy,’ Tony relented, walking across their bedroom to the couch and sitting sideways on it, patting behind himself. Stephen settled in behind him, resting his back on the armrest of the couch before encouraging Tony to recline back into his chest, cradled by his legs.

His chest rumbled in something akin to a growl, nothing close to the noises an Omega could make when they were content and happy, but the meaning behind it was the same. Tony let out a satisfied sleepy noise, going boneless in Stephen’s grip, all but purring as trembling hands reached down to stroke over his stomach.

Stephen felt something nudge back against his touch, and he smiled, kissing the crown of Tony’s head, using the same spell he had earlier to sweep across the swell of Tony’s stomach. The Omega’s skin glistened gold where magic seeped into his muscles, relaxing any of the strain.

At times like this, Stephen couldn’t believe his good fortune. He’d never wanted an Omega in his younger days, obsessed with his standing and career path, and he hadn’t wanted to be tied down by an Omega, hadn’t wanted a committed relationship. He had been satisfied with being alone, of not being beholden to his impulses, his baser desires. Even if a little voice had whispered at him during the melancholy afternoons of playing piano by himself, that had been soon drowned out by work and social obligations, a quick fling with whoever took his fancy.

After his accident, the idea of being damaged, of being a fractured Alpha, had been too much for him to bear and he couldn’t consider finding a mate. Tony thrust himself into his life after their battle with Thanos, had demanded that Stephen stop thinking such detrimental things. Tony knew how it felt, how the societal expectations placed on Omegas mirrored what Stephen struggled with.

Omegas were meant to be caregivers, produce children while caring for their Alphas. Times had changed since then, but not the pressures or the expectations. Now, they were meant to have careers while producing offspring, juggling multiple obligations while still caring for their Alpha.

There were the toxic Alpha expectations too. Alphas were meant to provide for their mates, to guard and protect, offer support, financial security. Any deviation from this, any feelings of caring or nurturing projected an image of an unworthy Alpha. It was just as restrictive, just as demeaning, but none of them spoke up about it.

Tony nuzzled closer to him as he let out a sleepy whine, twisting so he laid on his side, trying to get closer but his stomach preventing it. Stephen accommodated his mate the best he could, allowing Tony to rest his head against the gland in his neck, as close as he could get to his natural scent.

He couldn’t smell himself, but Tony had once told him he smelt wonderful. It wasn’t something he could put into words, just like Stephen couldn’t explain his. Scents weren’t easily defined by a simple word, they were complex, evoking memories or feelings within individuals rather than smelling like everyday objects.

‘Safe,’ Tony muttered, exhaling heavily, succumbing to his exhaustion. Gentle, puffing snores fanned over Stephen’s chest from where his Omega’s head drooped on it, and he gently repositioned Tony’s head so it could rest flat on his chest. He was determined to let his mate rest, especially knowing it was in such short supply at the moment.

The idea that this Omega, this remarkable man had come to him, a broken Alpha made Stephen want to weep. It was Tony who began the courtship ritual, a complicated dance of gift giving and demonstrations of worthiness that the Alpha should have initiated.

Tony had never been conventional.

‘Tony, I can’t give you what you want, I’m-’

‘What? Broken? Newsflash, Doc, I’ve been shattered and remade so many times I’m not sure how much of me is left. Tell me no if you don’t want me, refuse my advances if you don’t want me to court you, but don’t tell me how I feel, or decide your worth because of what society tells you.’

Tony had trusted him with his heart, a rare gift considering those who had hurt him in the past. A snarling growl ripped its way out of his throat at the thought of those who had betrayed him, those who were meant to care for him and tried to forge him into something new, a creature neither Alpha nor Omega. His rational mind quickly suppressed his baser instincts as he felt Tony react to it, drawing away from him, his hands reaching down to protect his stomach.

‘Easy, sweetheart, it’s just me. You’re safe,’ Stephen whispered, reaching down to rub his jaw over Tony’s forehead, scenting him, reassuring them both that everything was fine.

Seeing movement at the door, he glanced up, suppressing his initial annoyance. The Cloak slipped through and shut the door silently behind it, gesturing towards the bed.

Nodding, Stephen watched as it floated over to pick up his novel, bringing it over and pushing it into his palm. It turned, appearing to regard Tony for a moment before gesturing with its hem. Chuckling, he nodded, allowing the Cloak to move closer. The edges of it fluttered over Tony’s stomach, not enough to wake him, communicating silently that it was here, that it would guard their pup.

You can rest on him. You know he likes it, Stephen sent telepathically, flicking his fingers at the book and making it levitate beside the couch, turning to the page he’d been at days ago. The Cloak settled over them both, cocooning them, the warmth unbearable for Stephen but a reassurance for Tony, who snuggled closer to them both, falling deeper into sleep.

Tangling his fingers in Tony’s messy hair to hold him steady, the other hand resting on his stomach in protection, Stephen began to read his story, basking in the contentment of having his family nearby, the chimes of the butterfly mobile soon lulling him off to sleep.

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idreamofplaid · 4 years ago

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Finding Destiny

Square Filled: Plus Size for @spnkinkbingo & Late Presentation for @spnabobingo

Characters: alpha!Sam x omega!Reader; Madame Tremaine (OFC)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Y/N always felt like an Omega. Life told her otherwise, until tonight.

Word Count: 3027

Created for @spnkinkbingo & @spnabobingo

You smelled like a garden had exploded on you, a garden with some miscellaneous spices and nature smells. Truth was, you smelled like a mess, but you’d been desperate. Living as a Beta was like being invisible.

You were convinced it didn’t help that your body wasn’t fashion model thin, or thin at all for that matter, instead having generous soft curves in your breasts, hips, and thighs. You had spent the last ten years watching Alphas and Omegas pair up, claim each other, shower each other with their love, devotion, and commitment. It had left you feeling more and more lonely, and food was your coping mechanism. The result of that was more pounds added to a body you already thought was too large.

Meanwhile, with each passing year, you felt more and more like life was passing you by. You, too, wanted to be claimed. There were no Alpha tendencies in your makeup; you were sure you were an Omega. You longed to be cherished, protected, filled with pups. Your untapped maternal instincts were strong, and you wanted to have a mate, be a mate. The Beta lifestyle wasn’t yours, so how had you been born into it?

Initially, when your heat didn’t come. You were confused, followed by disappointed, then discouraged, and finally resigned. Periodically, throughout all these reactions, you were devastated. The devastation overtook you when you least expected it, and then mercifully would leave again so you could function and pretend to be a happy Beta. Had it stayed with you constantly, no doubt you would have fallen into a deep depression.

It was that unwanted and sometimes paralyzing sense of hopelessness which always returned due to your Beta status that had sent you to the establishment owned by Madame Tremaine. It was rumored that she could bring on a reluctant onset of the first heat. That’s what you were once again trying to convince yourself this was, abandoning your previous period of accepting your fate. That’s all it was, a delay. Your body just needed some encouragement, a little push to get your hormones in motion. That first heat was going to happen; it was just slow.

So, it was in that frame of mind that you entered her herb shop at the end of a narrow street in an unfashionable part of the city. Wooden shelves lined the walls, filled with glass jars of various sizes that contained materials of every description. Dried flowers hung from low hanging rafters, and a display case that was filled with what appeared to be rocks and gemstones ran the length of one wall.

The bell over the door had tinkled when you entered the shop, summoning Madame Tremaine from the rear room of the shop. She pushed aside a beaded curtain that hung in the doorway leading to the back. She sized you up, her eyes traveling over you from head to toe. You were wearing a full skirt and a peasant style blouse. It was a cute outfit, but you still felt inadequate and self conscious about your size. For a moment, you felt a little pathetic because you’d come here seeking her help at changing what nature, God, the universe, or whatever had decided should be your lot in life.

She was, of course, sleek and dressed all in form fitting black pants and a black shirt that emphasized her long, graceful arms and fingers. She had adorned those arms and fingers with turquoise rings and silver bangles, while large silver hoops hung from her ears. You were thinking of turning around and walking right back out when she said, “What brings you to see me tonight?”

You were determined not to stutter in spite of your nervousness. You could at least pretend to have a fraction of the confidence this woman so clearly possessed. “I’ve heard you can help Omegas with the onset of their first heat.”

She looked at you again. “How old are you?” You hesitated, not wanting to answer her question. You definitely should have left. This was so embarrassing. She lifted her chin and gave a wave of her hand, causing her bracelets to jingle. “Never mind. I’m sure I have what you need. It’s just a matter of finding the right combination of smells that compose your scent. Your body will then react with them and produce the scent on its own, triggering your first heat.”

For the next two hours, she had experimented on you with her herbs, flowers, and ground spices. She began with the flowers, explaining to you, “Very often an Omega’s scent includes a floral note. We only need to find the right one, then move on to the other elements.” It wasn’t tuberose, jasmine, violet, magnolia, or plumeria. She tried at least seven others before giving up on the flowers.

She moved to a particular row of jars with purpose. “Perhaps we should try something sweet instead.” The next round of fragrances she applied to your skin consisted of honey, vanilla, chocolate, coconut, sugar, and caramel. She was beginning to look a little perplexed, making you feel like a failure all over again. Not only were you unable to find a mate, now this wasn’t working either; but you needed it too. You felt like this was your last chance.

“How do you know it isn’t working, Madame?” You had absentmindedly grabbed your skirt and started to twist the fabric.

“Because I’m an Alpha; I could smell it if you were producing your own scent.” Of course she was an Alpha, all the confidence. Her tone had been a little sharper than she had intended. You were, after all, a paying customer. She shouldn’t let her frustration show. Madame softened her voice and tried a different approach. Perhaps you are a more rare type of Omega without the usual sweet or flowery smell. Let’s give something else a try.”

Next she went for a smaller set of jars that contained spices and pulled some tiny stone chips that were near a larger blue stone from the display case. First, she used a mortar and pestle to grind the stone chips then added some rosemary to the bowl, grinding it up as well, and finally sprinkling in some almond oil to bind it together. Your curiosity got the better of you and made you brave enough to ask, “Why did you add stones? They don’t smell.”

“Ah, but they do; it is just very subtle,” she answered, “and sometimes just the catalyst that is needed to activate the chemical process that will result in you producing your own scent.” She applied this mixture to the inside of your wrist. Still, the result was nothing. After that, she went through the motions of trying a few more things, but you knew with each passing minute this had been a huge waste of your hard earned money.

You left her store and practically slinked to your car, wanting nothing more than to get home to your favorite robe and a glass of red wine. When you closed the door with a heavy thud, your eyes landed on the gas gauge. Dammit. It was almost on empty. You wouldn’t make it home without stopping for gas. Perfect. There would be one more humiliation before this night was through. Gas stations in this part of town didn’t tend to carry out transactions through the pay at the pump method.

Perhaps your tendency to be invisible would play in your favor this time you thought as you pushed on the metal bar to open the glass door leading into the gas station. Your last shred of hope at maintaining your dignity had been destroyed when you’d pulled up to the pump and found a sign attached to it just as you’d expected. Pay Before You Pump. Now you had to go into this store smelling like a cheap whorehouse.

You made your way to the counter as quickly as you could, hoping to just put down your money, dash back outside again, get your gas, and go. You mumbled $30 on pump 3 and reached for your purse. That’s when you heard it, a voice that was just the right amount of deep and smoother than the honey back at Madame Tremaine’s shop. “Where are your apples?”

The guy behind the counter looked up reluctantly from his handheld video game. “We don’t have any. Sold the last of them this morning.” He turned his attention back to his game, and you turned to see who had spoken. What kind of face went with that voice?

The answer was the kind of face you saw on magazine covers and movie screens. The man with the sexy voice tried with the clerk again. “But I smell…” Then the gorgeous hazel eyes in that handsome face caught yours, and he tilted his head causing his golden brown hair to fall over his forehead. “It’s you.” His eyes narrowed a little.

Then something happened that had never occurred in your life. You were overcome by the smells of mahogany, champagne, and leather. The smell washed through you, entering every cell in your body, causing slick to pool in your panties, and your knees to go weak. You were beginning to sink to the floor.

The kid behind the counter finally put down his video game. “Lady, are you okay?” He was a Beta. He couldn’t smell any of what was happening two feet from him.

The mysterious Alpha caught you. He held you up while he put two twenties down on the counter. “For her gas.” He helped you out to your car, got you seated inside, then filled your tank. He walked back to you when he was done and leaned down to put his hand on your shoulder. The smell was overwhelming now. It was heady, more than if you’d drunk the champagne instead of just smelling it.

The Alpha kneeled in front of you. That magnificent voice had softened when he spoke to you. “I don’t think you should drive. I’m going to call my brother to come get my car, and then I’ll drive you home.”

Your head was feeling too light to argue, and there was a twinge of feeling bordering on pain starting between your legs. You nodded. “Okay.” Just like that. You trusted him, trusted him completely. It felt right what he was doing, taking care of you.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the headrest. His voice sounded farther away, and you caught snippets of his conversation as you attempted to navigate all the emotional and physical feelings of your first heat. “Dean, i need you to come get the car.” Dean must be his brother. You missed the next part and then, “I’ll explain it all later. Just trust me. It’s never been more important.”

He returned to you and used that same soft tone he’d had with you before. “C’mon, let’s get you home. He lifted you like you weighed nothing more than a feather and carried you around to the passenger’s side of the car. He settled you in the seat and walked back around to take his place behind the wheel. Then, he turned to you. “I’m Sam.” His eyes focused on yours again. “And you’re my Omega.”

You gave him directions to your house, and when you got there he carried you inside, across the threshold just like you were a bride. “Where’s your bedroom?” It didn’t seem at all strange to have this man you’d just met in your house, or to be giving him directions to your bedroom. You wanted him there. The idea of him leaving scared you a little bit.

Sam put you down on your bed, and that fear bubbled up in your heart. You reached for him. “Don’t leave.”

He took your hand. “I wasn’t going to leave. Just go outside the room so you can change for bed. Your smell is so strong. All I can smell is you. It’s going to bring on my rut. So, I should probably put some distance between us. But I’m going to stay. Make sure you’re okay.”

You squeezed his hand. “I’m not. I’m not okay. I need you. This is so…” A huge gush of slick ran down your thighs. You cried out. “Sam, please. I don’t know what’s happening.”

A look of concern shadowed his gray green hazel eyes. “Your heats haven’t been like this before?”

You had a nearly vise like grip on his hand now; it was starting to hurt, and you grabbed his forearm with your other hand. “I’ve never had a heat before. This is the first one.”

It took a couple of seconds for Sam to comprehend what you’d just said. Then a fierce, protective gentleness filled his eyes; he didn’t let go of your hand until he was on the bed with you, then he took you in his arms. “I’ve got you, my Omega. It’s gonna be okay. I’m here. I won’t leave you.”

“It hurts, Sam. Why does it hurt?” This wasn’t what you had imagined it would be like to be an Omega. They’re had been no one in your life to explain it to you, and you were sure the books you’d read must be exaggerating.

Sam stroked your hair, trying to soothe you. “It hurts because you need an Alpha. Your body wants to be knotted. You need an Alpha’s knot.”

You held onto him tightly. “Will that make it stop?”

Sam whispered, “Yeah, that will make it stop.” He kept running his fingers through your hair, and then he growled. His hand stilled; his body was shaking with the effort to control himself.

His growling and shaking surprised you, and you jumped. “Sam, what is it? What’s wrong?”

He doubled his efforts to steady himself and stopped his shaking. “My body needs you too.” His voice was much more gruff than it had been before.

You raised your hand to sink your fingers into his hair, just as his were buried in yours. “Make it stop, Sam. Make it stop for both of us.”

While he was taking off your clothes, it didn’t occur to you once to feel self conscious about your lack of a flat stomach, the fullness of your thighs, or any of the other parts of your body you considered to be an imperfection. He kissed each and every one of them, while telling you how perfect you were. Your Alpha made you feel beautiful.

The touch of his hands was so gentle, even while you could feel the heat radiating off his skin. When his lips first touched yours, it was like when the match meet the candle wick, and the flame sparks to life. Sam kissed you for a long time, causing you to produce more slick, getting you ready for him.

When at last he broke the kiss, you looked into those eyes with the ability to change color; you saw into him, found that deep place where no one but his Omega would ever be allowed to go. “Were we meant to be together, Sam?”

He brushed his knuckles across your cheek. “Yeah, that’s how it works.” His eyes held yours, “I’ve been waiting for you so long.” The smell of leather was stronger now. It signaled the depth of the lust he was feeling, mixed with the more tender emotions.

You put your hand over his where it was still resting against your face. “It’s okay, Sam. I’m ready. Take me. Make me yours.”

Sam put his hands on the inside of your thighs and opened your legs. His eyes never left yours as he entered you slowly. The stretch pushed you to the limits of what you could take, and you knew it was nothing compared to what was to come when he gave you his knot.

He moved inside you with a gentle rhythm that heightened your passion and your need for him. When you started to roll your hips in time with the movements he was making, Sam reached between your bodies and started to rub your clit. He gave you exactly what you needed, and an intense orgasm came crashing through you.

While your body was still in the spasms of its release, Sam’s knot began to swell. “Yes, Alpha, yes. Please.”

Sam took you in his arms and rolled you to your side to face him while his knot continued to swell. He covered your face with soft kisses. “Are you okay?”

You clung to him, still afraid you might somehow lose him even though his body was firmly attached to yours. “Yes. This is what I’ve always wanted. You. I wanted you. I just couldn’t find you.” Tears started to slide down your cheeks. Everything about this night was overwhelming.

Sam wiped away your tears, kissed your temple, and whispered in your ear, “Shh. i’m here. I’ve got you now, my sweet Omega.”

You buried your face in his neck. The smell of the leather was receding now, blending back in with the mahogany and champagne. “Are you sure I’m your Omega, Sam? I mean I know I must not look like the other Omegas you’ve been with.”

He held you closer to him. “Yes, I’m sure.” You felt a fresh wave of his seed pumping into your womb. Sam put his fingers under your chin and tilted your face up to look at him. “You are more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen.”

You smiled, and a different kind of tears filled your eyes. This time they didn’t fall. You felt secure. You felt wanted, and you felt claimed even though he hadn’t yet put his mark on you. He would though. You knew it. Sam would claim you, mark you, and you would be proud for everyone to see it.

Sam brushed his thumb over your chin just below your lip. “What are you thinking, my Omega?”

You nodded just enough to kiss his thumb that was beneath your lips. “I’m thinking you were worth the wait.”

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pupturquoise · 5 months ago

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"Hellooo!"

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canyouhearthelight · 4 years ago

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The Miys, Ch. 155

Super extra special chapter today, so I’m keeping this short. Thanks to @charlylimph-blog and @baelpenrose for beta reading, and most importantly:

Thank you @quantumizedinsanity, without whom this chapter would be impossible. I hope you like it!

“You have been cordially demanded to be in attendance to an incredibly important party. Regrets will not be accepted unless paid for in vitally important sacrifice. Hannah said I am not allowed to request the blood of virgins, so virgin Bloody Mary’s are an acceptable replacement. Please come as your utmost self, and bring snacks. Glitter is appreciated, but no loud noise-makers please.

Location: The Undine, invitation only. No +1s unless previously authorized

Time: Beta Shift Commencement

Please submit your karaoke song no less than one Von-Day in advance, bringing your own props. Group numbers require prior authorization and choreography.

P.S: Sophia, bring the crepes if you know what’s good for you.”

I smirked as I read the invitation from what could only be Charly - I couldn’t think of anyone with spot-access to pastel rainbow stationery and puff-gel ink.

“When did Lisa Frank go into the printing business?” Arthur mused as he flipped the anachronistic card over. “There’s a kitten on the back of mine…”

“Ooo,” Maverick gushed, leaning over. “The bubble kitten or angel one?”

Arthur snatched the invitation away. “I refuse to answer on the grounds of how the hell did you know?”

That got an eyeroll that rated a solid eight out of ten. “Because you said Lisa Frank, duh. It’s either the angel kitten, the bubble kittens, or the sunflower kittens.”

My friend rolled his neck to glare at me, to which I held up my hands. “Nope, not my doing. Those were very iconic images, even when I was a kid.” I turned to Maverick to put him out of his misery. “I have the Christmas Husky.”

“Sea Lion pup, booyah!” he crowed.

Derek snapped his fingers and dropped his card so he could stim with both hands. “Turtle. Read it and weep.”

“I dunno, Derek,” Tyche ventured playfully. “Ballet bunnies are pretty close.” As she showed her own invitation art, she tilted her head to the side. “I wonder what the invitation is for?”

Conor tapped his chin with his own piece of card stock - a tiger cub. “Well, it’s Charly, clearly. And it’s at the Undine, but it includes Mav and Tyche, so it can’t be anything kink-related…” Both in question shuddered at the thought. “Given the rainbows, references to glitter, and karaoke, my money is on a coming out or a drag show.” When everyone looked at him skeptically, he threw his hands up in disbelief. “Aye, it’s that or a child’s birthday, an’ there annae child on the Ark!”

Tyche looked impressed. “Very quick thinking. And either way…” She flicked her invitation. “It specifies utmost self, and we’ve got half a shift to knock that out along with a crepe spread and other assorted snacks.”

Laughing, I nodded in agreement. “Let’s get to it, then!”

Hours later, we were all waiting patiently at the Undine, which had a glowing sign reading “Private Party - Invitation Only” with slowly falling fireworks in the background. Whatever this was, Charly had gone all out. Food had been sent ahead, so we were whispering to each other excitedly while we were joined by others.

Parvati and Xiomara arrived, arm in arm; Parvati in a gorgeous turquoise and gold saree with heavy gold jewelry at wrists, ears, neck, and hair, while Xiomara was dressed to literally kill in head to toe leather boots, pants, vest, and wrist cuffs.

Not far behind them were Ivan and Jokul, Ivan in his customary kilt with boots and a clean shirt, while Jokul had donned his most gorgeous and softest-looking leathers and furs. “Good evening, lovely people!” Jokul intoned warmly. “Does anyone know what this is about?”

“No idea,” Sam replied with a smile. “But it sounds fun, without the noise makers.”

“I am strictly here for the karaoke,” Ivan joked. “Although I heard rumor of crepes….”

Before I could answer, the doors to the Undine were whisked open. “Hellooooo everyone, and thank you for coming! Please, right this way, right this way. The guest of honor will be here with you shortly.” With that, she pivoted on a heel and vanished, leaving us to find our way to a stage and tables, where we also found Coffey grinning in a crisp white suit, pink shirt and pocket square, and a white fedora with matching pink band.

All in all, everyone seemed to have met the brief on being “your utmost self”.

“Any chance you know what’s going on here?” Conor asked as we took our seats.

Coffey just tapped the side of his nose and shook his head. “Spoilers.”

Glancing around, I noticed that the usual suspects were all present, although my count seemed to be off by a couple of brunettes. “I know Charly is hostessing with the mostessing, but where are Hannah and Zach? Surely she would have - “

BWAAAANH! I nearly fell to the floor from how hard I jumped at the buzzer that rang out, vibrating my skull. “What the hell!?”

Tyche, Conor, and Maverick looked at me, confused. “What the hell what?” Tyche asked slowly.

“Didn’t you hear that!?” I practically shouted. “I was asking about Hannah and Za - “

BWAAAANH! “Jesus leaping Joseph bullfrogs!” I slammed my hands over my ears and curled into a ball. When I straightened, everyone was still looking at me like I had grown a third head - and it was speaking gibberish. “You really can’t hear that?”

Slowly, heads shook, so I explained. “There’s a buzzer that rings when I say -” I paused. “A certain person’s name.”

Just as everyone was getting gravely concerned for my mental health, spotlights lit up the stage and music started. “Goooooood EVENING, everybody! Sophia is not hallucinating, and I apologize for the aggressive volume!” Charly’s voice flooded the room cheerfully. “All will be clear in a moment, I assure you.”

Straightening carefully, I stretched the flinch-cramps out of my neck and accepted the drink handed to me by a sheepish Sebastian. Sorry, he mouthed.

I winked my forgiveness and took a sip, glad it was just iced tea.

“Moving on, thank you everyone for coming and sending ahead your snacks! I expect everyone to work up an appetite tonight once you realize why you were all invited,” Charly continued. The music went from light and airy to heavy violins. “I have gathered you all here today to introduce a very important person. Some with whom I expect you all to love dearly and hold affectionately in your hearts, because if you don’t it would be a downright shame since they are pretty freaking awesome. Also, I will one hundred percent judge you, and possibly prank you. Pranks may not maim you but I cannot guaran - “

We all sat stiff in shock when Hannah’s voice interrupted. “Charly, that’s unnecessary and you aren’t. Help. Ing?” There was a very strong tone of obvious hint, piquing my interest even further.

A throat was cleared. “Sorry, I got carried away. Anyway, point is - I have been given the absolute delight and pleasure of introducing you to someone. So that I don’t steal her thunder, I will let her take it from here!”

The music swelled to an acceptable but not overwhelming crescendo as the spotlights pointed to one side of the stage. With breathless anticipation, we watched as a figure in a beautiful [COLOR] gown made her way to the center of the stage. Dark hair flowed to her waist, with something woven through to cause the light to dance and twinkle like stars. Large and hesitant - but oddly familiar - eyes peered out from beneath a glittering tiara as a terrified voice whispered. “Hi everyone. My name is Alice.”

As soon as we heard that, stunned silence deafened the room. We all recognized that voice. My brain finally caught up - this was why that alarm….

Without any hesitation, Derek walked out on the stage and held out one hand. Alice tapped it with a smile, knowing not to try holding it. Derek’s hands took a moment to still enough that he could make out the words he wanted to say.

“You look amazing. So happy.”

That was all it took to break the spell. We all surged to our feet, screaming with joy and thunderous applause. Alice looked like she was about to cry, and Hannah rushed out to sweep her partner into a crushing hug. I could barely make out Hannah’s voice saying “I told you they would be happy for you.”

Everyone surged to congratulate her… In that first year on the Ark, so many people had undergone genetic surgery. But Alice had six years to build a family, a life as someone else, and it must have weighed so heavily to make that decision now, rather than to do it at the beginning with a group of relative strangers. I couldn’t imagine the fear she had gone through, or was possibly still going through, or the relief it might be now…

All of my thoughts swirled into a tempest, and the only thing that managed to make it to my mouth was a very articulate “You look like a princess.”

I swear, I could punch myself sometimes.

To my relief, Alice just laughed. “It was Charly’s idea. She said that every little girl got dressed up as a princess at some point - whether they wanted to or not - so she gave me the option to be a princess for a night, and said if I don’t like it, I never have to do it again.”

“What do you think?” I asked.

She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t think it’s my cup of tea, but I do feel really fancy!”

“You should feel fancy, sweetheart,” Hannah said softly. “But we also have a very fancy women’s tuxedo in the back if you want to feel fancy that way.”

“I’ll think about it,” came the adoring response. I was overjoyed to see that nothing had changed there, clearly. “What kind of tuxedo are we talking? Celine? Angelina?”

“It’s 100% a Brie/Janelle hybrid, with a Billy hat.”

A pause. “Let me try one karaoke song in this getup, and we’re switching to that.”

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gacy-lajla · 4 years ago

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credulous || matsuno chifuyu x baji keisuke

Chifuyu Matsuno was anything but someone’s “loyal pet dog". That’s what he always said, what he believed. In fact, he despised it when people would blindly follow anyone’s command.

Yet here he was, head gently laid in another ones lap. A coarse, yet so gentle hand slowly stroking through his hair in fluid motions, sometimes straying from their path and softly - seemingly afraid to break their poor little thing – stroking over his cheek while whispering sweet nothings.

Chifuyu despised himself for this. How could he, after proving so often to be someone who could fight for his own, be the one to practically melt in the present of someone else? And don’t get him wrong, he surely enjoyed the display of affection wholeheartedly. But the way his heart would simply not allow him to say no to anything was what drove him mad.

“Stay with me tonight"

It was no longer a question but an unspoken agreement. Of course he would stay. Why would he go? It felt nice being in his lovers present.

“I’m hungry, I’ll make us something to eat"

And Chifuyu followed him into the kitchen like a loyal little pup, offering his help as they went. He was denied as ever so often, followed by a gentle pat on his freshly dyed hair, still wet from the previous shower.

Brown eyes looking into his turquoise ones made him shut his mouth, seating himself comfortably on the small counter just across, barely leaving place to pass through. Ever so often Baji would brush against his dangling legs, holding back his complaints. He wouldn’t stay mad long anyway – it was his Chifuyu after all.

“Baji"

No answer. The long, black locks tightly put up in a makeshift bun to ensure they wouldn’t end up in the food. It has happened often enough but that was okay.

“Baji"

The blond tried once again, only to be met with silence once again. He was sure he spoke loud enough. It was a small space. Pouting Chifuyu began kicking his legs out a bit. Maybe hitting the other one in the process. Accidentally. Yeah.

After the fourth or fifth kick the other boy lost his patience, strong hands gripping both legs by their knees. He was standing right between them, looking up at the smaller boy who now had the height advantage due to sitting on the counter. A shy and innocent smile found its way on his face, chuckling as he avoided the hard, brown gaze.

“I told you to call me Keisuke"

Taken off guard when a quick peck found its way to his lips Chifuyu felt heat crawling up into his cheeks. Swiftly covering the lower half of his face he mimed out a quiet apology followed by his lovers first name. The mentioned boy acknowledged this with a low chuckle as he focused on making food for both of them again.

“You’re cute. I couldn’t imagine leaving you, ever"

Stunned into silence the blond took in the others promise. This felt nice. He trusted his boyfriend, without a single doubt.

“I could never imagine hurting you in any way. I hope things will stay like this forever between us"

Neither of the boys knew where this was coming from but one thing was clear to Chifuyu; he trusted Baji. He never lied to him.

Oh, he was so drunk on love.

Foolishly so, one might even say.

And yet he didn’t have the heart to lose his faith in the other boy, even as he was pinned to the ground of Valhallas hideout, receiving one punch after the other beating him bloody. He simply stared up at the boy with the black locks, showing no resistance whatsoever.

How he wished to feel those same hands brush through his hair right now. Caress his cheek with light touches, rewarding him with light pecks because he looked cute.

“Just let go of me already". That is what Chifuyu read from his lovers expression in that right moment. He was gasping for breath, swallowing blood in the process. He felt dizzy.

Would Baji apologise later, just like he always did when he got a little too rough with him? After all, he did all of this for a good reason.

Right?

Of course he did. He always did.

Baji would never hurt his little loyal puppy without reason.

#baji x chifuyu #chifuyu x baji #baji keisuke #matsuno chifuyu #tokyo revengers #baji keisuke x matsuno chifuyu #maysuno chifuyu x baji keisuke

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theladyofdeath · 5 years ago

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Baby’s 1st Halloween {Rowaelin}

31 Days of Halloween: Day 4.

All installments co-written with @snelbz

Based on a prompt sent in by anon: “ Baby’s first Halloween”

Aelin loved Halloween. She loved the pumpkins, loved the decorations, loved the costumes, and loved the candy. This holiday was special, though, because it was the first Halloween that Lena was celebrating. Not only the first Halloween, but the first holiday. She was only a month old, and that made her a Halloween baby.

Of course, Aelin had bought multiple costumes, unsure of which one she had wanted to dress Lena in to begin with. A strawberry, a kitten, a little zombie, and a traditional pumpkin. Rowan thought she was ridiculous, thought she was overthinking it, but Aelin knew just how important it was.

Now that the day had arrived, she was looking at the spread of costumes atop her bed. Of course, Aelin had costumes to match every one of Lena’s, which Rowan also found ridiculous.

Little did he know that she had gotten him one to match every costume, too.

She had just laid Lena down for a nap and was looking over her options. They had to be at Chaol and Yrene’s for the party at six. She turned and looked at the clock. Quarter to three.

She looked down at the zombie costume, started thinking about the time it would take to not only apply nontoxic, green makeup to a squirming infant, but also to her grumbling husband and nixed it from the lineup, even though it was adorable.

Aelin observed the other three options and sighed. The strawberry was cute, but she figured that Rowan’s least favorite outfit was the strawberry farmer, which included overalls.

Although the traditional pumpkin was cute as shit, Aelin decided on the kitten. Rowan would be a puppy, and although he’d be grumpy about it and throw a little man fit, it was better than the other options. Besides, Aelin didn’t mind dressing up as a cat.

For the first time in a long time, it almost made her feel sexy.

Before she would wake up Lena, Aelin would get herself ready. All while keeping an eye on the clock, she showered, blow-dried her hair, and painted a kitten-face on her, which included a nose and whiskers. After putting on the kitten-ears headband, and applying mascara, Aelin decided to give Rowan a call.

The phone rang and rang before he finally answered. “Hello?”

“Hey,” Aelin breathed. “Will you be home soon? Me and Lena are already getting ready for the party.”

“I’m about fifteen minutes out,” he said, but there was hesitation.

“Ro…”

“I just left the station, okay?” He admitted. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. They needed me to finish up some arrest reports for the end of the month. If they weren’t filed when I left, it would’ve been my ass.”

“We have to leave the house at five-forty. You have to be showered and ready to go by five-thirty,” she said, sighing.

“I’ll be there, I’ll make it, I promise.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “So help the gods, if I get your infant daughter ready before you are, I’m going to kill you.”

“I love you, too,” he responded, and she knew he was smiling.

“Love you,” she said, sighing, as she hung up.

Aelin crept down the hall and into the nursery, where Lena was fast asleep.

Aelin hated waking Lena up from a nap, and she hardly did, but on Halloween it was necessary. It was Lenas first holiday party and Aelin would not be late.

“Lena,” she sang. “Time to wake up, sweet love.”

Her infant did not respond.

With a sigh, Aelin took Lena out of her crib and held her tightly against her chest as she carried her back down the hall, to her bedroom.

By the grace of the gods, she managed to get Lena dressed while she was asleep. She was finishing up with the little eyeliner whiskers when a wail bigger than any baby her size should make burst from her lips. “No no, no,” she cooed, picking her up and holding her to her chest. She rocked and bounced her, the infant’s cries getting more and more desperate.

“Why is my sweet girl crying?”

Aelin turned and found Rowan entering their room, still dressed in his uniform. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I’m not surprised,” he chuckled, taking Lena from his wife. She immediately quieted down, as she always did in her father’s arms.

Aelin sighed, exasperated. “She never cries with you. What magical quality do you possess?”

Rowan grinned, kissing Aelin’s forehead before he kicked off his shoes. “You gave birth to a daddy’s girl, what can I say?”

“At least she looks like me,” Aelin muttered.

Rowan chuckled as Lena’s eyes opened and she took Rowan in.

“Hello, my love,” he whispered. “You look very cute. Yes you do. Mommy did a good job. She looks cute, too, your mommy. Yes she does.”

Aelin smiled fondly at the pair before looking at the time on her phone. “You gotta hurry, Ro!”

He rolled his eyes. “Party times are more of a suggestion, babe.”

One look at his wife told him that being late was absolutely not an option.

“I just have to shower and get dressed, and we’re out the door,” he promised, bouncing Lena until her turquoise and gold eyes felt shut again, until her breathing evened out once more and her chubby, little hand fell away from Rowan’s chest.

Aelin crossed her arms. “And I have to paint a spot around your eye.”

“Oh, no, looks like we won’t have time for that,” Rowan sang, gently laying Lena down on the bed, careful not to wake her. His grin was far too handsome as he turned and pressed a kiss to Aelin’s forehead before hurrying into their bathroom and turning the shower on.

Thirty minutes later, and ten behind schedule, they were loading a dozing Lena into the car and hitting the road. Rowan grumbled every time he looked in the rear view mirror and saw the large, black spot Aelin had filled in around his eye.

“Oh, hush, you look great,” she said from the passenger seat, reapplying her lipstick.

“I look ridiculous,” he muttered.

Aelin dropped her lipstick back in her purse. “What was that?”

“I said that I love you,” he said, sighing, louder, even though he knew fully well that she had heard him the first time. “I’m so in love with you that I’m dressed as a puppy for Halloween.”

Aelin huffed a laugh as she leaned across the console and pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving a lipstick mark on his tanned skin. “That’s what I thought you said.”

He sighed, saying nothing else.

When they arrived at the Westfall house though, he was extremely, extremely thankful he and all of his friends, by some miracle, were able to settle down and start having kids all around the same couple years.

Lorcan was dressed as a dragon, long tail included and face paint included, while Elide and their eighteen-month-old son were a princess and a knight. He’d never seen someone looking so unhappy.

Fenrys, not caring what he wore, thanks to his obnoxiously happy personality, was Buzz Lightyear, complete with a helmet he had tucked under his arm. Jessie and Woody, aka Asterin and their eleven-month-old little boy, were running around somewhere.

Dorian, at least, looked content in his costume, striped shirt and devilishly twirled mustache drawn on, holding their two-month-daughter, who dressed as a bag of jewels. Manon’s cop uniform was nothing like Rowan’s, hanging in his closet back home, and that was probably for the best.

Rowan decided to take a spot by Lorcan as Aelin made her rounds, showing Lena off to all of their friends.

“Nice costume,” Rowan said, grinning.

“Fuck off,” Lorcan muttered. “I’ve knocked three drinks over with this damn tail and we just got here ten minutes ago.”

Rowan snorted. “Such a grumpy dragon.”

“Says the grown man dressed as a pup,” Lorcan shot back.

Rowan repeated his friend's earlier sentiment. “Fuck off.”

It wasn’t long before Aedion joined the men, chuckling slightly. He was dressed as a pirate.

“What's so funny?” Lorcan asked, eyeing the beer in his hands.

“Lys is trying to convince Aelin to do Jager bombs,” he replied, shaking his head.

Rowan blinked. “She’s breastfeeding.”

“That’s what Aelin said,” Aedion replied, taking a swig of his beer.

“Trust me, when she’s able to drink again, I’m sure she’ll be taking Lys out for a night on the town,” Rowan followed, watching as Elide took Lena into her arms and began telling the infant how she was going to be her favorite aunt.

“Elide’s had a glass of wine tonight. She only just started drinking again, and that one glass has her tipsy as hell,” Lorcan said.

Rowan slowly looked at him. “You do realize she’s holding my newborn right now. That’s not comforting, at all.”

Lorcan only grinned.

Thankfully, Asterin was reaching over for her turn with Lena, so Rowan let out a slow, relieved breath.

He looked around, taking in the smiling faces of their family, hearing the constant giggling of their children and his heart felt so damn full.

Rowan Whitethorn couldn’t believe this was his life.

Ridiculous costume and all.

#31 days of halloween #rowaelin #day 4 #rowan #aelin #tog #throne of glass #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #drabble #fluff #2nd gen

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bookocd · 4 years ago

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Big Bad Wolf, Chapter 1

Okay I’m doing something probably no one asked for.... a werewolf Throne of Glass AU....

Side note: I am also working on Light as Air (which is my Fenrys post Kingdom of Ash fanfic, it on my masterlist if anyone wants to read it) and hopefully chapter 7 will be out within the next week or two :)

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Like always, message me if you want to be tagged for future chapters :)

Summary:

Aelin was just a normal 17 year old girl, well a normal 17 year old wolf, well a normal 17 year old, daughter of the alpha, wolf. That all changed after one night at the Red Moon Bar with a mysterious stranger.

Fast forward six years, Aelin is back home in Virginia, after being banished to her grandmothers pack in New York. With her father becoming ill and being their only child, Aelin must step up for the good of her pack, but does she want to be part of a family that shamed her? Does she really want to help the parents that sent her away? And does she really want to bring her son into the mess she left behind?

Chapter 1:

It had been six years, but I still knew the drive like the back of my hand. Speeding down the highway was second nature and I couldn't help the rightness of the familiar landscape. Memories of sneaking out for midnight runs and summer swims with my friends, all swarmed my head. It was like I was 17 again, and everything was normal and easy.

"Momma, are we almost there yet?"

My thoughts of the old normal was abruptly stopped by the words of my new normal.

Taking a peek at the white haired kid in the back seat, I couldn't help but smile. His tanned skin all but glowed in the sun, which made his locks seem more silver and even more noticeable, but his eyes are what caught everyones attention. His eyes were the only feature he got from me, the turquoise blue color that was ringed with gold. Those eyes were a staple in my family going back centuries, and it also meant that with one look at my eyes, anyone and everyone knew exactly who I was, and who I belonged to.

I only hid those eyes once, and it ended up changing my entire life. Visions of the past floated forward, but forced them away and grounded out an answer to my son's question.

"5 more minutes buddy," I promised him. He was getting more excited the closer we got, but I was getting more anxious.

I didn't want to go back yet, I didn't want to deal with the stares and the judgment.

We were only 2 minutes away when I passed by a familiar shopping center, with my favorite old, beat-up, yellow bug sitting in the parking lot.

My lips grew into a grin and I abruptly turned, an idea already forming in my mind. A car honked at me from behind, but I was already parking in the spot next to Bumblebee.

"Hey little buddy, 2hat do you think about getting some ice cream before going to see Nana and Papa?" The screaming in the back seat was a clear enough answer.

I undid the seat belt, grabbed my purse, and climbed out of the Honda CRV. I found my son was already standing outside of the car, jumping up and down with excitement.

"Can I get a double scoop? Pleaseeeeeee!" I couldn't say to no when he suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, repeatedly singing please's.

"Okay, okay," I responded while patting his head, trying to tame his crazy hair that always seemed to stand up straight. "On one condition."

He looked up at me expectedly.

"If Nana and Papa ask you, I only let you have one scoop."

"Deal!"

With a smile he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the white ice cream shop.

Snow Pups was a wolf run business and my best friend, Elide, worked there every day, or at least she had. The shop had seen better days. The paint was flaking and the only the S and W on the sign were actually lit up. It was a small place, with an awning over the ordering and serving window. The awning had rips and its red coloring had faded to a light pink.

I could remember when this place had been pristine and no one would miss the specials, but that all changed 10 years ago. A shudder went through me as I thought back to the large scale hunter attack and the fires that raged that night. The pack lost many people that day, and Elide had to bury both of her parents. The care of Snow Pups went to Elide's uncle, Vernon. Terrible was too light a word for how horrible that man was, but he also became Elide's legal guardian. The guardianship didn’t take long to turn into something much worse, and Vernon treated Elide more like a servant than a niece.

Within the pack, a small group of traditionalists, who preached about conserving strong bloodlines, had discriminated against those in the community who were born without a wolf. Many years ago, these individuals, who were almost completely human, were shunned and lived short, mateless lives. Regulations were created, beatings were inflicted, and many decided to leave the pack completely to become part of the "real” world. Under my parents leadership, laws against mating with these individuals were abolished, beatings were punishable by death, and anyone could leave if it was of their free will. It was probably the only thing I admired about the couple, but they didn’t do it because they cared, they did it because of the lessoning population within the pack. But, people learned and realized that even the strongest, most prevalent families could produce a human, and a human could give birth to a wolf. Vernon did not believe this was true, him and his group believed that only the weak could produce such an offspring. Such an offspring like Elide, who was born wolfless.

Guilt flared while I thought about the abuse and torment that Elide faced at the hands of her uncle and how I wasn't able to say goodbye to her. All my parents allowed me was a letter. A letter that didn't explain much, and I wasn't even sure it was given to her.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Looking up, picnic tables and benches were spread across the lawn and I recognized most of the people there. Anger rose in me when I realized they were staring. Their beady eyes going back and forth from me to my son.

With my head down, I went right up to the ordering window. Taking a deep breath I looked up to find a boy with shaggy black hair reading a book at the counter.

With a startled intake of breath, the boy finally tore his gaze from the pages in front of him. His eyes widened in shock as his gaze finally collied with mine.

The book went crashing to the ground and Dorian stood up so fast that the chair was knocked over as well.

"Aelin is that really you?" Suddenly he was gone, and I felt my heart fall to my stomach.

Is he really that disgusted by me? What did my parents tell everyone?

A flash of movement in the corner of my eye had me turning slightly.

"OH!" I made a noise when arms went around my waist and I found myself floating off the ground. Laughing as he turned me around in a circle, Dorian shouted, "I can't believe you're home!"

He finally stopped moving and put my feet back on the ground, but left his hands around my waist. I finally had a chance to look up into the beautiful piercing sapphire eyes, surrounded by long elegant lashes. Eyes that I drooled over once upon a time. Finally regaining my composure, I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him close.

I whispered in his ear, "I missed you." Tears silently running down my face. After a moment we parted and he reached down to wipe a stray tear from my cheek.

"I- arghh!" Dorian's words were cut off with a moan of his own making. Movement below caught my attention.

All I saw was a blur of white, unable to stop the multiple punches to Dorian's groin area.

"Kaden! What are you doing?!" I shrieked at my son as I grabbed for his middle.

He gazed up at me, forehead wrinkled in anger and confusion.

"He made you cry momma." The little terror started toward Dorian again, but my arms were like iron keeping him in place.

Bending down, and trying hard to fight the smile that was starting to sprout, I said, "I promise these are happy tears sweetheart. Your momma hasn't seen her friend in a very long time and I was so excited I cried." He seemed perplexed at the answer.

"You cried cause you are happy?"

"Yes exactly."

I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and turned back toward my injured friend. He didn't look to worse for wear.

"Dorian how are you holding up after getting beat up by a 5 year old?"

Finally standing up straight, Dorian glared and said, "Why did I miss you again?"

I snorted and decided introductions were in order.

"Kaden this is momma's old friend, Dorian." The boy still looked nervous so I continued, "Dorian this is my son, Kaden."

He must not have heard Kaden and I talking before, because his eyes widened and his eyebrows raised to his hairline. He sputtered out a, "W-w-what?"

I sent him a look, pleading for him to not make this a big deal, and he quickly got the messaged and composed himself.

"It's very nice to meet you Kaden. If you ever want to hear embarrassing stories about your mom, I'm the one you come to."

"Actually I think that I would be the better person for that job."

A light feminine voice filled the air and I held my breath. Slowly I turned toward the shop and standing outside of the side door was a petite dark haired beauty. The curled chocolate locks were held back in a high pony tale, making the curves of her face more pronounce and in the midday sun her eyes were a glowing black. Even with the high neck top she wore, she couldn't hide the now healed, but obviously discolored skin. I knew that the burns had covered her entire back, half of her right arm, and the right side of her neck, but it seemed she still liked to wear long sleeves to cover up the scars. The hunters had set fire to her home, and I almost lost her that day.

A whimper came out of my mouth and Elide's eyes filled with tears. We ran at each other and embraced. Sobs both racking through our bodies, we clung to each other. The full weight of missing my best friend hit me and I couldn't have let go if I tried.

After several minutes we both finally calmed down enough to part from each other. With a sniffle, and without another word to me, Elide started toward Kaden and dropped to her knees in front of my little boy.

"Hi," Elide started with a breathtaking smile that made everyone instantly fall in love with her. "I know you don't know me, but I have loved you from the day I found out you were alive. Your mom told me a long time ago I was a godmother, and if you would like you can call me Aunt Elide."

The little boy looked absolutely smitten with Elide, and gave her a toothy grin and nodded.

The mention of the letter I left her brought a third round of tears to my eyes.

My hands shook watching the whole interaction, and I raised one to cover my mouth, trying to catch the sobs. Dorian had moved next me and draped an arm around my shoulders. I loved him for weighing me down in that moment.

It was that moment that I realized the amount of love that Kaden would receive here. Not from my blood family, but my made family, all of whom I would hopefully see soon.

And with a steely resolve, I knew that I would do whatever it took to make sure that he could stay here and have a life. Even if it meant doing my parents bidding and facing the memories of him. The him that still haunted my dreams. The him that I would probably never see again.

Elide took it upon herself to let Kaden try every single flavor of ice cream that Snow Pups had. His favorite turned out to be mint chocolate chip, but it took 12 other flavors to find this out. The sugar rush was insane.

A young teenage couple came to relieve Dorian and Elide from work, so we decided to sit on the bench outside of the shop. Currently I was watching Dorian chase my little boy around the parking lot, which was starting to darken with the sun slowly lowering in the sky.

"I hope you forgive me for the hyper boy I created," Elide poked me in the shoulder, shaking me out of my staring.

I laughed and said, "I'll forgive you when he crashes in about 10 minutes."

"Lin," her voice was quiet enough that I fully turned to face her, and the use of my childhood nickname gave me a warm feeling in my stomach.

"Lin I'm so sorry," Elide's lower lip wobbled as she spoke.

"What on earth could you be sorry for El?" I questioned just as quietly.

"I should have found a way to keep in touch with you or forced your parents to tell me where you were. I was so afraid of what my uncle would do to me if I angered the alpha and luna, but that's no excuse-"

"No," I quickly cut her off. "I should be the one apologizing to you." I took a deep breath and sighed. "My parents gave me an hour to pack my things and get past the pack borders, and I spent 15 minutes arguing with them, crying, trying to get them to change their minds. I should have used those minutes to find you and explain, better than a two sentence letter."

She grabbed my hand as I continued. "My grandmother gave me a phone, I could have called you."

She let go of my hand suddenly, dropping it like my skin burned her. I looked up at her through my lashes, feeling extremely ashamed.

"What the hell Aelin!" The hurt on her face clear as day. Her hurt also came through in the use of my full name, that she never used.

"El it's really complicated, so much happened that I can't even begin to explain. I wouldn't even know where to start." I tried to implore her to understand, but she just shook her head. Her dark eyes bore into mine.

"You don't need to give me all the details, but at least explain why you wouldn't call or text me that you were okay. I deserve at least that much. All I got was a note that said, Elide, I love you so much my sister, I know I will see you again and I know you will be the best godmother in the world."

I flinched.

She memorized it.

She memorized the sorry excuse for a letter that I wrote for her.

She deserved the whole truth, but I wasn't sure I could give it all to her right now, so I settled with a little bit more than the bare minimum.

"The first year I was gone my grandmother didn't have any technology at all, I was surprised when she let me go to the hospital to give birth," I let out a short laugh. "The only contact I had was with her and..."

"And what?"

"And the letters that my parents sent to me."

Shock crossed her features and I knew why. My parents weren't the type of send their darling daughter love letters explaining how much they missed her, not even close. I knew Elide was afraid to ask what was in them, so I explained as little as possible.

"The letters basically explained how much of a disappointment I was, and how they were better without me, how the pack was better without me."

I rubbed my arms with my hands, the deep cold setting in. The damage from those letters would never be undone.

"I'm not sure why I read them, but I always held a sliver of hope that one day they would ask about Kaden or even ask about me. So I read every single one, every single one of the 213 letters that I got."

Elide now looked alarmed at whatever my face held, and I could feel my wolf coming to the surface with the need to protect.

I continued anyways, "The worst part of those letters was when they talked about you. There was letters about Dorian, Lys, and even Aedion, but yours were by far the worst. They told me that you were thriving without me, that I was only holding you back from reaching your full potential. They told me things I can never repeat, but the themes were always that I was dirt and everyone was happy I was gone."

I sighed and gazed at my son, who was now weaving in and out of parked cars, this last part was going to be the worst to explain. "At first I told myself they were lying, that we were sisters and you could never say the awful things that they wrote to me. I told myself that over and over again, but overtime I started to believe them. When my grandmother finally allowed me to buy a cell phone, I saved your number in my contacts. You have no idea how many times that I stared at the call button, but I couldn't bring myself to ruin the happiness that my parents so vividly explained you were living. I'm so sorry Elide, I shouldn't have ever believed them, and when I saw your face today I knew that I should have called you the minute I was able to."

I put my face in my hands, too afraid to look at Elide's face, afraid of what I would find. After a minute of agony, I felt two small hands move my arms.

She was kneeling in front of me, with tears running down her face. "No matter what happens, or how long we are apart, you, now and always, will be my sister. Our bond is thicker than blood, and we both know that biological family means nothing. I love you and we could not talk for 20 years and I would still love you."

The words were exactly what I needed to hear. "Let not do this ever again, let alone for 20 years." I said through my ugly sobs. A breathtaking smile lit her face up.

"Hey Lin!" I gazed up at Dorian, who was holding my passed out 5 year old in his arms. I laughed and told Dorian to put him in his car seat. We all walked toward my car, Elide and I hand in hand, unwilling to let go of each other. When Dante was finished, I strapped Kaden in and placed a kiss on his forehead. Closing the car door as quietly as possible, I then turned toward my friends.

"I was supposed meet my parents hours ago, so I probably should get going." The full weight of going to the pack house hit me.

"We get off at 11:00 tonight, because it's a Friday, but why don't you come back and we can all go to the diner like we used to? I can call Lys, but some stuff has been happening with her..." Memories upon memories came back at Elide's question. A small smile came to my lips as I nodded my head to agree, but the smile quickly left as I analyzed the unfinished statement she had made. With a quick shake of her head, I knew I shouldn't ask yet, Dorian wouldn’t even meet my eyes. I would have to learn more about Lysandra later, and I also noticed the tired eyes of my two closest friend. A deep tired, that I then realized was a product of the 5 years I had missed.

What happened to my real family while I was gone?

After a moment of awkwardness and tension, they both gave me hugs, Elide's slightly longer than Dorian's. Saying goodbye was harder now that I felt the weight of all the time and memories I was absent for. And all the time and memories I had made without them.

What will they say when they realized all I have done?

Finally, getting into the drivers seat of my car, I picked up my phone that I had conveniently left in the center console. Taking a deep breath I opened it and saw several missed calls and texts from my parents. All of them threatening and all of them commanding me to get to the pack house. I knew I would have to face the music soon, so I slowly backed out of my parking space and started the short drive to my worst nightmare.

The alpha and luna were waiting for me and they were out for blood.

Thanks for reading, xoxo :)

#throne of glass #aelin ashryver #aelin fireheart #AU fanfiction #werewolves #werewolf fanfiction #wolfpack #elide lochan #dorian havilliard #sarah j maas #Sarah j Maas boys #i'm trash #kingdom of ash

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the-myth-rider · 5 years ago

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How do dragon mutts work?

I would presume how most mutts work in real life, they seem to have a pretty realistic in terms of genetics. Because realistically speaking, breeding of creatures with separate traits is never, like, an actual mix, ya know? Generically speaking, a red dragon and a blue dragon wouldn’t have a purple child; it’d be either red or blue scaled, potentially having a mixed pattern depending on how its DNA formed, perhaps. I’m no expert, I’m mostly going off of what information I am confidentially aware of.

The muttiest mutt that has ever mutted in Dragon Booster is right here:

Look at this mutty bastard, lol. He’s got an Energy-esque body, as evident by his paws, but then that Psi head! And he’s so long and turquoise and spiky, like he’s got some Sonic in there somewhere. He’s such a delightful mess, lol, you know his family tree is just question marks when you get the blood test back. X3

And y’all better remember my post where I went off about this guy. Now to be fair, these Turquoise Bulls absolutely seem to still have plenty of Bull traits. So he’s not nearly as much of a mutt, but his draconium is a very different color. One could assume, then, that draconium versus physiology can be separate. Because while this Bull mutt’s colors are a bit off for a green, overall he’s not nearly as mutty as most of the extras we see.

Just, as always, think about dogs, right? Genetics and what an individual receives vary wildly, especially if someone has a wide variety from their gene pool to select from. Just as an example, I have a dog who’s absolutely a mutt. How do I know? One half of his family tree is a perfect mix of Australian Shepherds and Border Collies. The other half...? One chihuahua and a slew of question marks. One half of this dog’s genealogy is so mixed, even a blood test can’t even fully discern what one of his parents was.

Some mutts aren’t so bad, like these two; they still give off the vibe of a Sky and a Star, just with clear wild color inheritance. Probably similar colors, given their paralleling color schemes. But then you have...uh...

This weird sky mutt here, partially covered by that bronze Star mutt. He’s definitely got some Psi mixed in there, messing up what would otherwise be a Sky-Class.

Let’s not even get started on Malto’s dragon, honestly. He’s got plenty of Psi in his form, but like...those colors, lol, and he’s got tusks. This guy has some green in him for sure.

But it’s pretty simply a matter of looking closely at the traits of the more pure dragons, like Wyldfyr, Cyrano, Decephsun and Coershun, Turbulence, Shock-Ra, Rumbull, and so on and so forth. Then it’s all a matter of imagining what a mutt would inherit based on what all is in their gene pool. And never forget! Recessive genes are a thing! So a pup of two mutt parents could have a trait that neither of them have, because there was a gene hidden in their ancestry that just...POOF! Came back! lol

I know I went off like I usually do, so I hope this answered your question and was informative! It’s just a simple matter of genetics, determining what’s in a dragon’s gene pool and theorizing what their ancestry could’ve been to result in their personal appearance. Every living being may be very different compared to each other, but overall, genetics remains effectively the same. Whatever you inherit is dependent on what came before, and how it mixes varies wildly depending on the individual. And moreover, I imagine draconium is a whole different beast, but would also be dependent on what a dragon inherits. Such as Malto’s dragon having a greenish stream, for example.

#Val replies #dragons #I did it again you guys #I can't be trusted when talking about dragon booster lol #especially about the dragons #Anonymous

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thegreyj · 4 years ago

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Hi, I saw you were writing rowaelin so I thought I’d send in a prompt. “Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?” But make it end well if you can, put it in multiple parts if you have to. I’ll give you another prompt for the end, you don’t have to use it. “You’re the only thing that matters.” Thanks! You don’t have to, but if you’re bored and want something to do.

Disclaimer: the characters mentioned do not belong to me, unfortunately. But they are the creation of one amazing Sarah J Maas.

Modern AU, angst/romance Rowaelin

Let’s hurt tonight

It was eerie in the park. The wind was whispering quiet nothings into the ear of the dark, hooded figure slumped on a park bench, the only movement came from the rustling leaves. It was so quiet; you could almost hear everything from the other side of the park. Not even the dog was moving or making a sound, probably in a deep sleep right by the figure’s feet.

The figure was simply holding the dog’s leash and sitting on the bench staring at the ground in front of where they were sat. Time went by, the only measurement for it was the moon moving around in the sky and finally the sun coming up from behind the horizon. When the sun cast the first rays of daylight, the figure slowly began moving. First raising the gaze up toward the rising sun, then getting up from the bench.

You could now see the beautiful golden hair from under the hood, and the sad, empty turquoise eyes. If you watched carefully, you could see a glimpse of gold in the eyes too, but it was barely there. Something had taken the embers out of the gaze.

“Is it only me, Fleetfoot, who ends up in these situations? Nobody seems to stick around enough to love me, but somehow, I end up more broken after each time someone leaves me. I try not to get attached, I truly try not to love, but it’s nearly impossible. He made it impossible to not care. So I cared, a lot. I cared so much it hurts to think about it now. Tell me why, Fleetfoot. Why me?” The golden-haired figure, Aelin, was talking quietly to her dog. The pup now wide awake, but whimpering slightly, as if she felt the emotions of her owner.

“Of course I still have you. It’s now you and me against the world, girl. We don’t need anyone else, right? Right?” She sighed as the memory of the previous night flashed in her mind again.

Flashback

Aelin was looking herself over in the mirror giving herself a pep talk. To the outside world she was the most confident and brave woman, but inside her head she was a broken girl trying to glue herself back together. The best part, she had found someone to help her heal – she was already healing just by being with the most gorgeous male alive. Rowan. Just thinking about him made her giggle. She was in love, and she was about to tell that to him. They had a date night set up.

Just then there was a knock at the door. Aelin jumped up, ran a hand through her hair one last time and wiped some invisible hair off her jeans. Then she went to open the door. Rowan, with his glorious silver hair hanging on his forehead and with the most amazing smile on his face was standing behind the door, and when she opened it up, the smiles on both their faces got brighter, if possible.

They just stood there staring at each other, when suddenly Aelin realised they were still at the door, and she laughed quietly and moved so Rowan could step in.

They had eaten dinner and were currently cuddling on the couch together, when Aelin drew a breath. Then blew it out. Drew another breath and turned around to face Rowan.

“Rowan, I- oh god I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous,” she whispered, before starting again. “I have something to tell you, and I- it’s something I’ve been thinking for a while.”

Rowan was now focused on Aelin with a confused but curious face. She just smiled that bright smile of hers and wrangled her hands together until she was feeling confident enough to continue.

“I know you’ve been through a lot and I have too, but this is something I am definitely sure about. I’ve never been this happy, than I am with you, and I think- no, I know it’s because… Because I’m in love with you,” she finally burst out, closing her eyes not wanting to see his reaction.

Rowan stiffened. She could feel his taut body next to her, yet she couldn’t find the courage to open her eyes. But he had something to say.

“Aelin, I- I thought we both had a clear picture of what this was going to be before we entered this relationship. I just- I can’t let myself love again, not after….” Rowan got quiet.

“Lyria,” Aelin whispered. Rowan just made an agreeing sound.

“It’s not like I haven’t loved and lost too, you know. But I did still somehow manage to fall for you. But let me just ask you one thing. About our relationship these past months. Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?” Aelin’s voice got quiet and meek, which was something she never was. She was as bright as the sun and as loud as a thunderstorm, but not now. She was almost cowering in fear of getting hurt again.

And she did get hurt. Rowan slowly stood up, with pain on his face and he just walked away from Aelin, from the apartment with a quiet whisper of apology, which Aelin ignored as she tried her best to hold her tears in. She would not break, not in front of him.

When she heard the door close behind him, that’s the moment you could hear the glue betraying her and her breaking into even smaller pieces.

End of flashback

If Aelin was honest, she had no recollection as to how she had ended up in the park. Nor had she any idea when she had picked up Fleetfoot’s leash. She had no idea how long she had actually sat on the park bench, but truth be spoken, she didn’t even care. Instead, the golden-haired female just sat back down again and told Fleetfoot she could leave her too, if the dog so wished. But the loyal pup just snuggled her nose to her owner’s hand and whimpered a little. She was sad, because Aelin was not as bright as she usually was, but Fleetfoot did not know how to help.

Not until the dog heard a familiar cadence of steps. She knew those steps; they had been her companion in the early mornings when her owner had been too tired to get up for a walk. Those steps belonged to the silver-haired male who made her owner smile so brightly. Fleetfoot’s tail wagged slightly as the steps came closer.

“Aelin, thank god!” the relief in the voice was apparent, but Aelin barely noticed. She had returned to her favorite task of staring at the ground. “I’ve been looking for you for hours!”

But she didn’t respond, not as she was so deep in her thoughts. Rowan, however, had apparently had a change of heart and was now determined to get Aelin to respond.

“I was wrong, you know. I do love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone and that scared the crap out of me, so I just... left. And it was so wrong to do. And I’m so sorry that I broke you apart yet again when the only thing I wanted to do was help you heal,” Rowan was now begging on his knees, trying to get any reaction from the woman in front of her.

“I went back. I went back to your place almost immediately, but you were gone as I arrived, didn’t answer the door or your phone. So I started looking for you, I searched everywhere, asked everyone and no one had heard from you. Then I decided to go for a run to clear my head and… when the first rays of sun hit, they were like a spotlight and I somehow knew I had to follow them. And I was right. Because you are my sun and I don’t think I can live without you. And I am sorry, I truly am. Aelin, please.” Rowan grabbed her hand in his.

“I was too blind to realise it, but Aelin, Fireheart… You’re the only thing that matters,” he said and lowered his eyes letting the tears fall. Then he felt it. Her fingers slowly clasped his and his eyes gazed hers. Smiling, Rowan repeated himself and saw the smile graze Aelin’s beautiful face. A smile that lit up his world.

“You’re the only thing that matters.”

A/N: So this is it, a response to my very first prompt! Be gentle, I haven’t written anything in years, or at least published anything. This is actually quite nerve-wracking, if I’m honest, just opening my imagination to the world like this.

#rowaelin #fanfic #thanks for the ask!#prompt #rowaelin prompt #asks

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heyitsani · 5 years ago

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Never Be the Same

Omega!Dick Week Day 1: Breeding

Word Count: 1975

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Mention of miscarriage (not jay/dick) and Robincest (obviously)

Pairing: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Summary: Dick has been thinking about kids for the past couple of months and he's finally gathered the courage to approach Jason about it.

Notes: Here is my submission for the first day of Omega!Dick Week. It was hard to pick which prompt for this day I wanted to go with, but this story came to me more easily than any of the other ideas so here we go.

You can also read this on AO3 here

The breath he took came in long and left stuttered. He had been planning for this conversation for weeks. Weeks. And yet he found himself still worried that he would be turned away. Not completely, because his Alpha would never do that to him. But he wasn’t sure how receptive Jason would be to the current desire Dick had been fighting against for a few months now.

It had been two years since he and Jason had bonded, five since the Alpha had come back from the dead with the desire of vengeance in his heart only to be stopped in his tracks by the older Omega. It hadn’t been his plan to make Jason choose between him and the vengeance, he hadn’t even known it was Jason when he had first approached Red Hood as Nightwing.

But when the younger man had caught wind of his scent, the entire plan crumbled and the years Jason had spent hoping he could someday become the Alpha that Dick’s Omega wanted to bond with came flooding back.

And Dick had been knocked on his ass (literally and figuratively) once he figured out that the reason the hooded anti-hero smelled so much like home was because it was Jason.

His Jason.

The kid who came back into his life with guns blazing as a man. A man that ticked all the boxes Dick had been unable to tick off with any of the Alphas he had dated in the past. Except for the “provide for me” box.

But it hadn’t taken Jason long to prove that the somewhat unseemly underground he had built would do just that. And much to Bruce’s dismay, Dick bared his neck to the young Alpha and accepted him as mate.

But now, two years after that night, Dick was restless and craving something only Jason could give him.

He wanted pups.

He wanted to fill the penthouse Bruce had given them as a bond present with the sound of childish laughter and tiny feet running up and down the halls. And he had come down to Jason’s office in the building that he owned as Red Hood in hopes of convincing his mate that it was something they could start to try for when his next heat hit in a few weeks.

“Mr. Grayson!” The surprised shout of the receptionist wasn’t too surprising for Dick. Usually, he called ahead to warn her he was coming so she could warn Jason. Today he hadn’t wanted Jason to be prepared. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were coming by today! He’s in a meeting.”

“That’s all right, Shelia,” he told the young omega. He paused in front of her desk and smiled down at her. Dick had always liked her, had in fact been the one who told Jason to bring her into the fold. She had been abandoned by her alpha when she had miscarried their pup and Dick had come across her as Nightwing and had been invested in her ever since. They had kept her in the dark and she simply thought she was working for Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne’s returned-from-the-dead son. “Is he having it in his office?” She shook her head and he sighed in relief. “I’ll wait for him there. Will you just have someone tell him that I’m here? But it’s not a rush.”

“Of course, Mr. Grayson. Should I have anything sent to you?”

“My usual tea would be perfect. Thank you.” The woman nodded and picked up the phone, dialing one of Jason’s assistants undoubtedly. But he didn’t bother waiting to find out for sure. Instead, he slipped through to the elevator that would take him to the top floor where Jason kept his professional office. He knew that if Jason was in a meeting but not in his office, then he was probably in the basement and it was not something Dick wanted knowing the details of.

The ride up was short and the instant he stepped out of the elevator onto the plush carpet of the lobby of Jason’s office, he was greeted with another familiar face. A beta, Travis, who worked as one of the office assistants to Jason. Someone who didn’t get involved in the seedy parts of the business, but who knew about them all the same, unlike Sheila.

“Mr. Grayson-Todd.” He also knew of his and Jason’s very secret marriage. Something not even Bruce had been privy to until very recently.

“Travis,” Dick greeted, taking the cup of tea that was presented to him. “I’m just going to wait in his office. He had no idea I was coming by and it is not an emergency. But it will most likely be lengthy so make sure he doesn’t pause the meeting he’s in. Just have him finish and then come see me.”

“Understood. I’ll call down to Jake now.” Dick patted the young man’s shoulder before slipping into Jason’s office and shutting the door behind him. He glanced around, not at all surprised to find it neat and organized, that was just Jason.

He was incredibly pleased to see the pillows Dick had left there a few weeks ago, sitting on the bay window seat that Dick had told him he should have installed. He had said it under the guise of using it to share a meal together, but Dick really just enjoyed the view.

So that was where he made himself comfortable. Kicking off the black Kenneth Cole dress shoes he had paired with his black slacks and deep blue button down, he sat with his feet tucked underneath him. Leaning into the pile of pillows, he held the warm mug of tea in both his hands and looked out at the city below. Losing himself in the cars passing and the people walking by.

“Mate.” The word broke through his musings, pulling sapphire eyes to turquoise. The smile that pulled across Dick’s lips was easy and lazy, the sun soaking through the window providing comfort and relaxing the nerves that he had been dealing with all morning. Putting the nearly empty mug onto the window ledge, he held out his hand for Jason to take as he got closer.

But Jason didn’t stop there. No. Instead, he sat across from Dick and pulled his Omega into his lap, burying his face into the side of his neck where his scent glands were. Dick slipped a hand into Jason’s hair and the other around his broad shoulders in response.

“You smell…worried?”

“Nervous.”

Lifting his head, Jason looked up at Dick and frowned. “What do you have to be nervous about?” Looking down at Jason, Dick took in his features as he smiled down at him, not bothering to answer right away. Now that he was there in Jason’s arms, he wasn’t nervous at all. Jason was just smelling the lingering scent from earlier at this point. “What? Dickie, what is going on?”

“I want you to pup me.” Dick chuckled when Jason choked on nothing. Placing both his hands on Jason’s cheeks, he pressed his mouth to his Alpha’s.

“Wait, Dick. You’re not in heat.”

“Hmm,” Dick hummed, kissing the corner of Jason’s mouth before moving down his jaw to his neck. He scraped his teeth against the scent glands there, forcing a moan from his mate.

“Not that I’m complaining about this current course of actions, but can I have your attention for a moment?” Sighing softly, Dick pulled back and let his hands slips down and around Jason’s neck. His fingers laced together behind his neck and Dick smiled at Jason. “What brought this on? You’re not scheduled to heat for a few weeks.”

“True,” Dick confirmed. “But I wanted to discuss it in advance. Before I need to have Leslie put in the script for suppressants. And I wanted time to convince you if you ended up being opposed to the idea.”

“And did you think that was likely?” Shrugging a shoulder, Dick didn’t say anything. “When have I ever given you anything less than what you have asked for?”

“A fancy espresso machine is different than a pup,” Dick pointed out.

“But both just as complicated to maintain.” With a roll of his eyes, Dick dropped his head to Jason’s shoulder. “What? Guess I should work on my dad jokes.”

“Is that what that….wait, are you saying yes?” Jason laughed and brushed Dick’s bangs off his forehead when he lifted his head from Jason’s shoulder.

“I’ve been ready since the day I gave you this.” Dick felt Jason’s thumb brushing the mating bite just below his shirt collar. “I’ve just been waiting for you to be ready.” Dick considered him for a moment, taking in his words with a frown. “What?”

“You never said.”

“No, but I knew you weren’t there yet. I don’t view life in the same way everyone else in our family does. Death and coming back from it, it changed the important things,” he elaborated. “When Talia was training me, all I wanted was vengeance. I couldn’t think of anything beyond that. Not just because of the Pit Madness, but because I didn’t remember what life was like before. Talia managed to distort all of that.”

Dick knew that. Jason had confessed how Damian’s mother had managed to bring out the worst side of Jason. The side that he still struggled to keep under some kind of control to this very day. The side that always left Bruce wondering if it was a good idea to welcome his once-dead son back into the family. Not because he didn’t love him, but because he no longer followed the strict rules that Bruce himself had to follow for his own sanity. But Jason had proven he could be what Batman could not be. That he could get his hands dirty when the others couldn’t.

“But that day I came across you again, I snapped out of it. None of it mattered. All that mattered was you and what I had to do to prove that I could be what you wanted. But snapping out of that haze also meant I realized just how quickly life is snatched from us in this line of work.” Leaning into the hand that pressed to one of his cheeks, Dick kept his eyes on Jason’s as he confessed. “I would have pupped you the night we bonded because I knew that there could be a chance that the next day I would be gone and I wanted you to have a part of me for as long as possible.”

“Jay…” Dick didn’t know what to say. He didn’t understand that side of death. He had only ever been on the surviving side of it. He had buried too many of his family members only to have them come back to life. The idea of having to bury Jason again made him dizzy with fear.

“Shh, Mate,” Jason comforted, leaning up to press his lips to Dick’s for a moment. Just a press of lips to another, simple and yet heavy with meaning. And Dick instinctively sank into that comfort. He let his omega take the lead and relax into his alpha. This was easy, giving this control over to Jason. He had never given Dick cause to regret accepting his courting, unlike alphas in his past. Giving in had been as easy as breathing.

Two puzzle pieces easily falling in together.

“I would give you anything and everything you wanted. This is no exception.” The words were spoken a hair’s breadth away from the lips his had just been pressed against. “Especially since I, too, want this.”

“Good,” Dick pulled back enough to look down into Jason’s eyes again and smiled brightly. “I’ll tell Leslie to skip the prescription this time around.”

“Good.”

#omegadickweek #omega dick grayson #omega dick #alpha jason todd #alpha jason #omega nightwing #alpha red hood #dick grayson #jason todd #nightwing #red hood #jaydick #abo dynamics

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