#despite everything this game is still hitting me over the head repeatedly with a shovel

[dadzawa-adopt-dabi]

Secret baby ch20

Dabi wakes up due to Kiyoko smacking his face, she’s attempting to grab one of his piercings he knows but it still ends up with her chubby little hands hitting his face. Having at least one of her missions succeed she gives a loud happy screech. She usually wanted food when she screeched like that. Otherwise Kiyoko greeted Dabi with a sweet chirp or a “Dada”, the latter becoming more common as time went on.

He starts making a mental list of the things he had to do before dropping off Kiyoko at her sitters. It was enough to make him groan and bury his face in the pillow.  He knew he needed to get up and get started soon or he wouldn't have time to go fetch the extra money for Kiyoko’s babysitter. Still he lets his face rest in the pillow as his thoughts start racing to plan a time efficient day. Kiyoko baps his face again, trying to close her tiny hands around the bar piercing in his ear. He gently grabs her hand , kissing it, before he gives her his finger instead and she immediately sticks it in her mouth getting her baby spit all over it. 

“My fingers just taste good or something baby?” he mumbles into the pillow. Kiyoko responds with a loud chirp, he has about one or two chirps before she lets loose with another screech in his ear to get him up.

“DADA!” she yells at him, waves sweetly at him when he turns his face to look at her. Her bright gold eyes wide open and her hair sticking up in every direction possible. Wings still shedding baby feathers flutter and add to the litter of down in the nest. Happy and bright eyed after being up and down all night. Dada was still about the only thing she said to him, the chirping a common enough occurrence. He shoves himself up, he still has to do laundry today and drop off rent preferably before the meeting with the league of villains. 

He sat upright cursing as it clicked that he was meeting Toga and the League today. An alarm went off on his phone, moving to swipe it off, he saw it was a later one and started cursing as he untangled himself from blankets. He wouldn't have time to get it until later, possibly tomorrow depending on how long the meeting took. He was already running late this morning.

Kiyoko let out a series of chirps and tilted her head back until she fell over when she saw him clumsy roll out of bed. Dabi had figured out that this was her way of laughing for now. Kiyoko let out more human giggles as well, usually when she was looking for when she was joining Dabi in laughing at something. Dabi laughed at her falling over and she tilted her head back and looked at him with shocked wide golden eyes.

“Stop making Dada laugh princess, I have to get us ready, we’ve got a lot to do today.” He scooped her up, wrinkling his nose as he did so, Kiyoko’s diaper needed to be changed as well and he only had so much time to do everything.

Kiyoko let out a low chirp and started crying when Dabi absentmindedly hushed her as he laid her on her on the bathroom counter. He’d noticed she didn’t like her wings being stuck under her but he didn’t have time to ease her into laying on them today. 

“Baby girl no, Let's be good for Dada today please?’ he begged as he threw the dirty diaper in the trash, setting her on the floor of the shower as he stripped. He caught a glance of his reflection in the mirror as he stepped in the shower. He paused blinking at how much he had changed. Red hair dyed inky black, piercings decorating his face. There was a scar from where Kiyoko was removed from him and he had deep bags under his eyes. He was no longer gaunt and skinny, instead he was fleshed out and almost muscular. All in all he didn't look bad, tired yes, but nothing like he had when he had first started working for Girian. He didn’t look sick, weak or scared anymore. 

Kiyoko yelled to get his attention and he picked her back up, turning on the shower. There was no time to contemplate how far he had come since leaving his old life behind. He had no regrets, beyond leaving his siblings behind.

Kiyoko started crying and despite not a single tear falling it tugged at Dabi’s heart. He wasn’t foolish enough to think she didn’t know she was going to the sitters today. She knew she was being dropped off with her babysitter and was trying her usual tactics to delay him. But he didn't have time to indulge her today and turn her tears to giggles and happy shrieks. Kiyoko cried through breakfast and Dabi couldn't get her to eat more than a couple bites of food. She whimpered and kept saying Dada mournfully when he plopped her into the nest so he could get dressed in his villain outfit. It was what he used for shovel jobs with Girian. He finished yanking a comb through his hair and swallowing his scent pill before he turned to get Kiyoko ready. 

He dressed Kiyoko in a pumpkin themed outfit. Checking his phone and letting out more curses. Kiyoko chirped shrilly at him as he dived into the closet, and babbled happily at him when he came out, blowing spit bubbles. Grabbing a coat for himself and making a note that Kiyoko would need one this year as well when he had time to take her shopping.

He cursed and grabbed her bag of snacks off the counter on his way out the door. Kiyoko had a weird fondness for spicy peppers and mostly ate jerky. At her last checkup Dabi had been given guidelines on what kinds of things she would be able to eat as she got older and developed more. and what one she wouldn't. He dropped her off with a promise to her sitter that no, she did not have to feed Kiyoko bugs, just her regular snacks and he would be back with her promised raise when he picked her up that night.

The bar where he was meeting the “league of villains “ leader was just like his apartment building, old with cracks in the wall and a musty unpleasant smell.  Broken beer bottles in the alleyway he came down and cigarettes outside the entrance. Unlike his apartment the smell wasn't strong enough to make him gag due to his sensitive nose. Almost like they were old. Maybe it had been the rain a few days prior that watered down the smell.

 He exited the alleyway and came over to where Girian was standing with a girl in a school uniform. Girian gave a nod at him and he decided to save his excuses for being late, it didn’t matter when he was here now and this was a villain job anyways. He’d learned in the past months that he rarely had to be exactly on time for these.

“Dabi, you ready? Princess over here already is.” He tugged at one of Toga’s space buns lightly and caught the wrist that came at him with a knife. Dabi raised an eyebrow at the knife in her hand and the grin on her face when she tried to stab Girian.

“How old are you even brat? 12? You’re not even old enough to enter this bar?” He glared at her, shoulders back and preparing to disarm her if she decided that he was her next stabbing target.

“I’m 17 and want to meet the guys who knew Mr.stainy. Are you a fan of him too? Don’t you just want to cut him open and be him?” She gushed and let Girian keep hold of her arm, peering at Dabi around him.

He hadn’t given Stain too much thought honestly. He saw the video just like everyone else,as well as the news from when enji supposedly took him down. While he agreed the hero’s should be taken out and taken off their pedistels, the seemingly random murder hadn’t been the way to do it. All it did was put false Heroes in the narrative of having been so brave for dying in the line of duty. The news repeatedly asking how sorry their families must feel. How many families had grown up like him Dabi had wondered as they televised a newly paralyzed hero.

He shoved the thoughts out of his mind before he could start questioning if his family was okay. If Natsou was still studying to be a doctor, if Fuyumi still wanted to teach brats. If Shouto was still just a brat in general. He would see them soon enough if he could get his plans to go through.

“He had the right idea.” Dabi shrugged and faced the door, it was time to meet the boss anyways they had been waiting on him. “Sorry I'm late Girian, late morning today.” he drawled.

“I’m sure you had a good reason for being late.” Giran pulled the door open and swaggered in. Toga following him inside, she swayed a little as she bounced on her toes after him and Dabi frowned. Maybe it was natural, maybe she was dizzy and not getting enough protein.

He followed behind the both of them, letting his steel toed boots fall a little heavier and standing up straight. He had to stay focused here, had to go home at the end of the day and had to subtly push his own agenda.

A guy in plain sweats sat at a bar counter and had a hand over his face. The place was coated in the boss’s omega’s scent, not overpowering but definitely noticeable. Looking around he noticed that the inside of the bar was very clean. It had a subtle orange and smoke smell. The guy in sweats was playing some sort of handheld game and he scowled at them when they came in. Toga giggled at nothing and he started growling, fuck they didnt even have the guys name yet and Toga was causing problems. The only other person in the place was an older man at the bar, a beta by the smell of him, who looked up at them but didn’t do anything.

“Shigaraki, Kuroguri, I’ve brought you some more members.” Girian waved his hand at Dabi and Toga who stepped out from behind him at the cue. He stayed off to the side of the room, making it clear if things went down he wouldn’t get in the way.

“I’m Toga Himiko! I like to drink blood and I just love stains and other cute things!” She excitedly gushed out, letting a child's undefined scent come off her as she did. Maybe she thought she was introducing herself better with it but Dabi could already feel the headache forming as Shigaraki’s lip curled and he deepened his growl.

“You can call me Dabi.” He edged himself closer to Toga prepared to shove her behind him if the temperamental omega, their soon to be boss, lunged for them. This wasn’t a club introduction like she seemed to think it was and Shigaraki didn’t need to know anything else about him.

Shigaraki stood up and lunged at them while letting his scent loose, the damp earth smell matched the one all around the bar. Must live here, Dabi guessed as he threw up his arm to cast a plume of flames. Toga ducked out from behind him with her knife out while Dabi snagged the back of her shirt with his free hand, yanking her back. Then there was a portal in front of his face, his hand was sticking out of it, he narrowed his eyes and gave his fingers a twitch. There were now portals all around the room, made of the same blackmist the bartender was. Toga giggled and liked the end of her own knife which was now inches from her face. Shigaraki hissed at him but didn’t move, his own hands sticking out from portals away from them all.

“Young Tomura, please calm down.” the man at the bar, Kuroguri, asked in a calm polite tone. Dabi rolled his eyes, what exactly did mistman think that was going to do?

“Fucking bratty manchild.” Dabi hissed at the red-eyed omega in front of him. “If you're going to be  a possessive bastard don’t hold meetings in your house you fucking creep.”

“I’m 20 thanks. At least the girl over there can introduce herself properly, what’s your name?” He hissed, slowly edging back from Dabi. “ And why can’t i smell you? Got something to hide?”

“I’ll tell you if it comes up, until then you don’t need to know.” Dabi held Shigaraki’s eyes with his own blue ones. Shigaraki curled his scared lip and when Dabi didn’t back down or break his stare pulled his hands back through the portals they had been sent through. Dabi followed and took a couple steps back, letting go of Toga’s sweater.

“If you stretched it out you're getting me a new one.” Toga sniped at him.

“I probably just saved your skin from the manchild over there brat, I'm not getting you shit.” he grumbled and shoved his hands back into his pockets.

“I’m going out for a walk, and we are not with Stain. If you still want to join, fine welcome to the league of villains.” Shigaraki ripped a coat off the wall and stormed out.

“Sounds like you kids made the cut, I’ll be going. “ Girian smirked and walked out after Shigaraki. Leaving Dabi and Toga in the company of the bartender.

“I’m kuroguri. I apologize for Shigaraki’s behavior. Would you like a drink?” Kuroguri at least seemed polite, if not overly polite for a villain compared to what Dabi was used to.

“Can I have wine?” Toga hopped up onto the barstool and sunk her knife into the top, not noticing Kuroguri’s wince when she did so.

“If you would like I can give you a little, as a welcoming gift.” Kuroguri grabbed a bottle from under the counter and poured some in a short glass he pushed over to her. Dabi took a deep sniff of the air and noticed the sour rotten notes of alcohol were absent. Kuroguri had probably given her sparkling juice then like most bartenders did for kids. He and Fuyumi used to pour it in fancy glasses at home and pretend they were old enough to drink as they did their homework.

��I’ll pass on the drink thanks, can you tell us what’s expected of us here? Or do we have to leave that for the creep to tell us about our jobs when he gets back from walking off his tantrum?” He walked over and sat down on a stool. 

“Young Tomura is still planning out his next move. For now he is more focused on laying low and gathering numbers. The overall goal however, is the complete collapse of hero society.” He picked up the cleaning cloth he had been using earlier. “ I understand young Himiko is to be staying here at the bar with us while we wait to make our moves, are you going to be needing accommodations as well Dabi?”

“No. Just text me when the next meeting is.” He scrawled his number down twice on a pad of paper he pulled from his pocket and tearing the page, slid one copy over to Toga. “You, this isn’t a game. Save my number for if you need me. Kuroguri let me know when the creep gets his act together, I’ve got other things to do if my time is going to be wasted here.”  

Kuroguri took the number with a comment about passing it on to Shigaraki when he came back. Dabi didn’t catch all of it as his phone went off in his pocket and he saw Kiyoko’s sitter had been texting him the entire time Shigaraki had been throwing a tantrum. 

It Looked like he was going to have to pick Kiyoko up early as well, based on the texts the sitter was sending him. Kiyoko was being fussy and the sitter didn’t want to watch her for much longer. He sent a text reminding her that he was stopping by with more money tonight when he picked up Kiyoko and looked back up at Kuroguri. 

“Something urgent Dabi? I was just asking if you would like to stick around and meet the other members, we usually have dinner together since many of the current members live here.” Kuroguri was looking at him with almost an air of concern.

“Yeah something came up, I appreciate the offer Kuroguri. I just don’t have time to stick around and meet everyone.” He stood up and stretched, back cracking in several spots and sauntered out the door.

From there it was another bus ride to a bus stop a couple blocks from a grocery store. Then a walk to an atm when the store didn’t have one. Withdrawing money for his rent, groceries and babysitting. He sighed and then withdrew a little more for the next time he saw the league. Toga’s sweater had been stretched out by him grabbing it and she probably couldn’t replace it. Not to mention she needed a coat. 

The trip to the grocery store only worsened Dabi’s headache due to the fluorescent lights and employees hovering.  He made a stop over in the babies section and picked up another blanket for Kiyoko. She needed a new one after the original had gone through so many washes it was wearing thin.

He came out of the store feeling exhausted, he still had to walk back to the bus station and from there transfer buses and walk a couple blocks until he could get home. Then the sitter still needed to be paid and was texting him again, Kiyoko had gotten sick so she needed him to come pick her up. Then he still had to make supper for them both and schedule an appointment for Kiyoko now that she was sick. He stepped on the bus and his phone pinged with a new text. An unknown number asking why the hell he didn't stay for dinner. Dabi ignored the text itself and saved the contact under ‘crusty face’ in his contacts.

This was all going to worth it if he could get enji in a grave and see his siblings again. Hawks had probably forgotten about him with all the time that had passed and the lack of a relationship they’d had in the first place, not to mention he was busy being a big shot hero these days. He let his head rest against the cool glass of the window and soothe his headache.

@mostladylikeladythateverladied @ruelukas22 @i-like-to-shruggy @xxsnowchildxx @drxgonstone

#secretbabyfic #thedarkonewrites #omegaverse #omegadabi #omegashig #alphakeigo #dabihawks #hotwings #Dabi #mha #bnha #takami keigo #leauge of villians #leauge as family #kurogiri #girian

[starspangledsprocket]

AN: @maplerosekisses commissioned this months ago, and because I am trash I’m only just getting around to posting it. I hope you like it, sweetie! They requested a fic that included my OCs - you can find the timeline they also created for me here, if you so wish. 

“Where the hell are you?” James greeted as soon as Noah picked up the phone. “I’ve called you seven times already.”

“Hi, honey, it’s nice to hear from you, too,” Noah drawled back, and James rolled his eyes. “I’m stuck in a little traffic, but shouldn’t be too much longer. I’m only like ten blocks away.”

Despite everything, James breathed a sigh of relief. “Well… other than Peter and MJ, everyone else has arrived. You need to get your perky little ass over here right now.”

MJ was mere days away from giving birth to her and Peter’s first child. With that in mind, Dad and Pops had decided to give them a free pass from Family Dinner and Game Night so they could go over their final preparations before the birth. James hadn’t been granted the same immunity, and had somehow ended up inviting Noah to come along with him.

They had been dating for a few months. James had never brought anyone to Family Dinner and Game Night before, and… he really wanted it to go well. He didn’t do relationships, usually, but… he really liked Noah. He didn’t know if he could stand it not going well.

“Stop panicking,” Noah advised over the phone, as though he could actually hear James’s thoughts from ten blocks away. “I’ll be there.”

“I know,” James replied automatically, and then, with more feeling, “I know you will. It’s not you I’m worried about.”

“Your family loves me. There’s no need to be worried at all.”

Noah had met everyone at least once already, but never… all together. They didn’t do Family Dinner and Game Night very often, but when they did everyone was there. Extended family, friends, kids – anyone Dad and Pops considered in The Inner Circle got an invite, and it was always a really fun night, sure, but… it was official. Everyone whose opinion James cared about would be there, and they knew him. They knew he didn’t usually do relationships, and there would be… questions.

He just didn’t want to put Noah through it, really.  

“They’re just… a lot,” he sighed, leaning against the wall. “A lot, a lot.”

Even now, Uncle Clint was wrestling with Uncle Thor for the remote over on the couch. It was the kind of wrestling that looked friendly and age appropriate, but James knew Uncle Clint was going to end up going through a wall if he wasn’t careful. James could just imagine the trip to the hospital coming, but refrained from saying anything. If Uncle Clint wanted to break his hip again, all he had to do was keep prodding Uncle Thor with the clicker.

Lily was helping Dad and Pops in the kitchen, but Leif and Runa were playing noisily in a corner with their Dad. Dorsteinn let out a mighty roar and then spread his arms wide, letting his cackling kids hit him repeatedly with the foam swords they were both holding.

Uncle Bruce was playing chess with Aunt Nat, and they both looked very perturbed by the amount of noise going on – though neither of them said anything. Their silence was more terrifying than if they had.

James didn’t know where everyone else was – Uncle Rhodey, Aunt Pepper, Uncle Sam and Bucky, and whoever else had decided to show up – but he knew they were hanging around somewhere. There were always people everywhere in Avengers Tower.

“I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it,” Noah replied, and he sounded like he was smiling.

James loved it when he smiled.

“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he sighed, though he was smiling, now, too.

“I won’t,” Noah promised. “And I’ll still be there to hold your hand anyway.”

James gasped, faux-dramatic. “Wait… do you think they know we’re more than friends?”

Noah snorted. “Dork.”

James couldn’t help but grin. “I’ll see you in a few minutes, okay?”

“See you in a few,” Noah agreed, and then the line cut off.

James was still smiling as he locked his phone and slid it into his pocket. Knowing he probably looked like a fool, but not really finding himself too bothered by that, he pushed himself off the wall and wandered into the kitchen.

Dinner smelled great. Pops had suggested Italian food, and of course Dad had immediately seconded that idea, so a whole heap of pasta was boiling in a pot on the stove, and the heavenly smell of baking chicken parmigiana settled across the whole kitchen in heavenly waves.

“Hey, baby,” his Pops smiled from over by the stove, reaching out for a hug that James was only too happy to step into. “Is Noah on his way?”

“Yeah,” James nodded, resting his head momentarily on his Pops’ shoulder before stepping out of his embrace entirely. “He hit a little traffic, but he shouldn’t be too much longer.”

“Good,” his Dad chipped in, already pulling a mountain of plates from the cupboard, “because dinner is pretty much ready. Go get everyone sat at the table, would you?”

“Yes, sir,” James nodded.

He turned back to the living room, studiously ignoring Lily as she good-naturedly called, “And wipe the lovesick puppy look off your face! It doesn’t suit you!” as he went.  

---

He had already given everyone the shovel-talk on his own behalf, because of course he had – he wasn’t stupid. His family each thought they were the funniest person alive, and fresh meat was a practical gold mine of friendly jibes and discreet-but-not-so-discreetly invasive questions.

He just wanted one dinner where nobody asked about his sex life, honestly.

“Okay,” he grunted, situating Runa on top of a pillow-clad chair at the table. “Happy?”

“I could’a done it,” she grumbled, already reaching for her fork – which James tactically plucked from her tiny fingers. “I’m almost five!”

James gasped, as though he didn’t know exactly how old she was and didn’t already have a mountain of presents stored in his wardrobe at home. “No way!”

“She is,” Leif told him seriously as he slipped into his seat on the opposite side of the table – also as though James didn’t know how old his niece was.

Kids.

“Well then – I guess you guys are going to be on your best behaviour, then, huh?” he hummed, absent-mindedly stroking Runa’s beautiful, braided hair. “Seeing how you’re basically grown-ups.”

Leif practically beamed at that, and sat up primly in his chair. “I can tie my laces – Daddy is teaching me how to tie all kinds of knots! And! Grandpa Tony showed me how to weld the other day –“

“Well gosh,” James rolled his eyes, because of course his Dad had showed welding to a seven-year-old. “Grandpa Tony sure doesn’t change, does he?”

“Why am I in trouble now?” his Dad asked, stepping through the door with a huge pot of heavenly smelling chicken in his oven-mitted hands. Behind him, Pops was lugging the pasta. “I hear my name, it’s usually never a good sign.”

“Leif was just telling me how you’ve been teaching him to weld,” James grinned.

“You’ve been doing what?” Pops gasped, turning to his husband quickly. “Tony, he’s seven.”

“And he asked,” his Dad replied defensively. “What was I supposed to do, Steve – not show him how to weld?”

“Yes! That is exactly what you were supposed to do -!”

“Oh, wow, look at that – dinner’s on the table,” his Dad called over his Pops, and James just grinned harder. “Everyone come sit down! Protect me from Grandpa Steve!”

Runa and Leif giggled, and pretty soon the room was packed full of family and friends. As James took his seat, he spotted his Dad lean in and peck his Pops on the lips, mouthing a sweet apology that had his Pops smiling reluctantly in seconds.

James hoped he ended up with someone who loved him as much as his Dad and Pops loved each other.

“Hello?” a familiar voice called suddenly from somewhere in the hall, and James sprang to his feet.

“In the dining room!” he called, even as he ducked through the door to meet Noah in the other room. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself,” Noah smiled, leaning in for a kiss that James was only too happy to return.

“You’re late,” he hummed, but found he wasn’t angry in the slightest. “Dinner’s on the table.”

“Wow, when did you become such a housewife?” Noah laughed, handing his coat to James as he led him back towards the dining room.

“Excuse you,” James replied, throwing the coat onto a pile of others on a nearby armchair. “I am a domestic goddess.”

“I’d believe you if I didn’t have to constantly pick your underwear up off the bathroom floor –“ Noah started as they ducked back into the dining room, and then abruptly cut himself off. “Hey, everyone!”

A raucous chorus of hellos was thrown back, and James let out a sigh of relief. So far, so good.

While Noah went to shake his Dad and Pops’ hands, James took his seat beside Runa and ladled some chicken onto her plate. They weren’t a family of tradition by any means, so everyone was already tucking in by the time Noah took his seat on Runa’s other side.

“Uncle Noah?” Runa asked – quite unexpectedly – in a sweet voice. “Can you help me cut my chicken?”

James felt like he was about to spontaneously combust. A quick glance around the room told him that almost everyone had heard Runa call Noah Uncle for the very first time, if their smug grins and bright eyes were anything to go by. Noah, to his credit, just smiled warmly and leaned in to help.

“Of course I will, sweetheart.”

And that was that. The world didn’t end. Everyone – after staring at James for a very long time – went back to eating their dinner as though it was no big deal. Taking their lead, James picked up his fork with a slightly shaking hand and forced himself to eat, too.

---

“You’re freaking out.”

It was later, after everyone had finished the last scraps of dinner. While the rest of the party moved back to the living room to start some board games, James had volunteered himself and Noah to do the dishes. It was quiet in the kitchen, with only the occasional whoop or jeer drifting in from the other room.

“I am not,” he replied defensively, even though it was a complete lie. “Why would I be freaking out?”

He startled a little when Noah took the hand-towel from his grip, and realised he had been staring firmly at the plate he was drying. Swallowing hard, he looked up.

“Hey,” Noah hummed gently, and cupped James’s cheek. “Was it – is this too much? Are we going too fast?”

“No,” James gasped, horrified by the very thought. “No, no, that’s not it, I swear, I –“

“Then talk to me,” Noah murmured, stroking a gentle thumb across James’s cheek. “Because, right now, you’re the only one acting weird. Is it because Runa called me Uncle?”

“Well… yeah,” James sighed, and then immediately backtracked when Noah dropped the hand from his face like it had burned him. “No, no, I –“ he growled, frustrated. “I told you they could be a lot, and now it’s this thing, and –“

“Honey, wait,” Noah told him, and James immediately stopped talking. “James, do… do you think I’m the one freaking out here?”

“Of course you are!” James cried. “They’re always so intense, and I didn’t want to put that kind of pressure on you, and –“

“James, you are the biggest idiot in the world,” Noah cut over him, and James would have been offended if he wasn’t also inclined to agree.

“I’m sure you’re right,” he murmured, “but you’re going to have to walk me through it.”

Noah smiled, then, and James began to realise that he was missing something important.

“Honey, no offense, but you’re the one who’s always been a flight risk in this relationship,” he hummed, and James frowned. “You know I’m the monogamous type – it’s why it took me so long to agree to date you in the first place.”

“I…”

That actually made sense, James realised. He’d had a reputation, once, of sleeping with people and then never calling. He’d chased Noah for months before they’d finally fallen into a relationship. James had thought that Noah just didn’t feel as strongly as he did, but obviously he had been wrong about that, too.

“So, you’re… you’re not freaking out about being an uncle?” he asked in a small voice, and leaned in heavily when Noah pulled him into his arms.

“I love you so damn much,” Noah replied, dropping a kiss onto the side of James’s head. “No, I’m not freaking out. I love Runa and Leif. I love your family – I love that they think of me as family, too.”

“Oh,” James replied, starting to smile. “Okay.”

“Do you like them thinking of me as family?”

“You are my family,” James replied decisively, with no hesitation. “I want you to be part of my family.”

“Okay, then,” Noah nodded, smiling all the brighter. “So there’s no need to freak out, then, huh?”

“I guess not,” James grinned, and then leaned in to capture Noah’s lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Noah replied, pulling back reluctantly. “Now let’s finish these dishes. I don’t want to have to explain to Runa why her Uncles were making out, too.”

James couldn’t help but beam. Uncles. Maybe Noah really was in this for the long term, just like James was.

#stony #stevetony #oc james #oc lily #oc dorsteinn #oc runa #oc leif #avengers #oc noah #petey #maplerosekisses #au 2

[honestsycrets]

An Easy Out

It’s easier if you don’t fight me. You’d make a perfect mother.

Warnings:

Dark Hvitserk

Breeding

Dub-Con/Non-Con

A/N: *awkwardly shoves this crap I’ve written out earlier in the day* Gif... belongs to whenimaunicorn. Please don’t read this shit unless you can handle it.

Creeeeaaaak! Tap– tap– tap.

Hold your breath, don’t make a move. It was a game to these men of foreign lands. He specifically enjoyed everything about this– the chase, the breeding, spreading their seed and conquering lands. The footsteps were rippling closer and closer. Their foreigns tongues clicked together as you held on tight to the planks that surrounded you just under them– one step closer through the tunnel running underneath the palace. You swallow hard at a little cackle.

“Come out… come out… It’s much easier if you don’t fight me!” You heard the too chipper voice of the heathen pacing above you. His boots rattle the planks just above you. Then with a shallow clack of his boot– you knew you were fucked. Your breath shudders just as you look up, finding through the thin cracks that allowed light to stream in, also reveal what lay below. The planks here sounded significantly different from those in the rest of the vast room, but you had a feeling he didn’t need that to know you were there.

Your coins suspend in space as you stop moving completely, barely clinking on your neck and hips both. You cursed your love for such gaudy displays in between sheer fabrics. With a fat crack, the man’s blade careens through the planks, the shock of which rippled a blood curdling squeal out of your lips. The blade sliced your arm just so slightly-- but more importantly, impacted the ground in front of you.

“(Y/N)...!” The man shrills, bending the sword like a shovel to flick the flimsy boards loose. “I found you!”

He rips the boards from your view, dipping inside despite your painted nails digging into his skin protesting him pulling you out. You hit the ground with a groan as he rips you from your hiding place, looking you up and down repeatedly.

“Hvitserk…” You whimper, turning on your ass to face him all ashake.

“You thought you could leave me?” He rumbles. You drag yourself back farther away from him despite the movement of the lithe man. He stops in front of you, nudging your legs apart with his boot. You were well accustomed to him. His size, his shape and his taste. Even though it's been a few years, you still have the memory of his taste etched onto your tongue.

“You look even more expensive than the first time. Whose dick did you suck, hmm?” He laughs teasingly deep-- but it quickly turns dark. Hateful. As if he resents you for leaving Kattegat, for leaving him. He crouches low on his knees, swiping your bare ankle out from underneath thin white and gold threaded skirts.

Your nails dig deep against the floorboards as he drags you out in a rustle of your bangles toward a rug with fluffy pillows. Your head hits the board with a little bit of a clack-- and when you come out of the shock that leaves stars in your eyes, you realize that his tongue is caressing across your exposed midriff over the thin golden chain that drapes over your belly. Your hands catch his braids as you stop him from disappearing between your legs. You know the effect he has on you-- how desperate he makes you for a taste of his seed. You can’t get hooked again!

“Noo.” You whimper, finding that something snaps within him. He snatches your hands in his, reaching for an abandoned cloth to wind around your wrists behind your back. Then as he turns you back, you feel him snarling.

“You’re just a prize from war.” Hvitserk hisses. “What choice do you have?”

Hvitserk settles down back between your legs, angrily shoving your thighs over his shoulders as he dips down. It was this feeling you ran from. The bittersweet pleasure that came as Hvitserk flattened his tongue against your folds, lapping the smooth skin of your lips. He loved to eat of you-- never failing to suck each lip and draw his tongue around them to warm you up. As if you needed him to with the burning ache that labelled you his whore. You always were his whore-- always would be. You gasp as he upturns his face, his tongue tracing intertwined ovals in the shape of jormungandr against your cunt. You were so weak for him, groaning true moans that the king never heard when Hvitserk’s nose bumped against your unloved clitoris.

He was teasing you. Teasing you from running from Kattegat when his back was turned-- for fucking someone else and disobeying him. The worst part? You wanted it about as much as you wanted it to stop. Your silken, gold claimed legs wound against his face, rolling your hips up with every thrust of his tongue. More and more-- Hvitserk’s fingers breached your entrance, that wonderful hole that belonged to him. He took your virginity, he claimed you. For you to just leave him?

It wasn’t happening. If anyone was leaving anyone… it would have been him. His fingers glid in, fingers harsh against bundles of nerves and lips churning a smile. He could tell you were getting close with his tongue digging into your cunt and drinking whatever juices you offer him.

“But… my spot…” You whine of your clitoris. He knows what you want, he knows how to play you like Sigurd’s Oud.

“Now you want it?” Hvitserk pulls his face free, meanly pushing his thumb against the sensitive little button. He bet you did-- he bet you wanted him now that he was making you feel so wonderful while the other men watched your squirm. The buds of your breasts hard, hips squirming and legs shuddering. Just as you might cum, Hvitserk ripped himself away altogether, loosening his belt. Your head slips to the side in shame. You never wanted to be this woman so dependent on another man, but here we are.

Hvitserk slams his forearm beside your face as he guides himself between your lips. You squirm back, not wanting it, never wanting to be his bed slave like before. How he kept you tight to his bed, warming it and giving him orgasms wherever and whenever he wanted it. Whether it was under the table, with his brothers or in bed.

“You never should have left. You made me do this.” Hvitserk uses his forearm as an anchor to keep you in place, pressing his tip against your quivering cunt. He forces himself in inch by inch, savouring the slick that coats him down and thrusting into the hilt in one lone thrust. A shudder escapes his lips when you ask.

“What’s this?” You say so innocently.

“Breed you. Don’t you think you’d make a perfect mother for my sons?” Hvitserk cackles richly, pounding himself in around walls that held him so tight, he was sure that he’d cum then and there. You were in shock.

“N… No, I’m not!” You shriek out, finding its useless. His hips are pumping despite your protest, gliding himself in and out without your say in the matter.

“You are-- You won’t run if you have sons.” He says matter of factly. “Shit, shit, shit!” He bends his head down to look at his dick swallowed up by your willing entrance-- far more interested in him than you were at the moment, struggling away from the tickle of his braids over his shoulder. You moan as he pushes himself to the hilt, claiming your womb over and over as the other men jeer and laugh. Your cunt grips him tight, pushing him closer and closer with every thrust to his peak and for such good behaviour, Hvitserk reaches down to worship your clitoris with his love.

He needs it anyway-- to knock you up. You shake and thrash underneath, rejecting yourself of that orgasm over and over again when Hvitserk shocks it out of you. He dips down to bite upon your breast, throwing you into a spiraling wave of an orgasm that rips his from under him. It doesn’t stop him from slamming himself deep, sending his seed splashing within your walls.

“You take me so well--” He moans as your contractions will every drop of his seed into your cunt. It was good-- more so knowing that it’s his seed deep within your cunt threatening to spur the growth of his sons. He gives you a wicked grin, fully intent on seeding you again and again until he could sense the change in your body from that of a single woman… to that of a mother. All for him-- always for him.

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[kootenaygoon]

So,

It was way past midnight, and I didn’t want to be awake anymore.

A crowd of us had migrated from the Hume Hotel to a dank, freezing cold foyer inside the vacant Chinese Medicine School. A block down from the courthouse, it was built at the precipice of a hill and featured a wrap-around balcony that looked out at Elephant Mountain. It had Eastern-themed trappings and some nice stonework, but it was looking increasingly more derelict every day. I’d never actually been inside it before, but some dude in Aladdin pants told us he owned it. Living in Nelson I repeatedly found myself in idiosyncratic situations like this, witnessing scenes I couldn’t imagine going down anywhere else. There were at least three distinct bands in the room, and musicians know how to party properly.

Snow was gusting down outside, and there was no heating system, so you could see everyone’s breath as they milled around gossiping. At the centre of the room two women were playing a game of Strip Ping Pong. One was down to her bra and panties, while the other was still in a hoodie and jeans. I could see the pink goose pimples on the near-nude one’s stomach, and wondered for a moment how she was coping with the cold, and then I remembered: everyone’s on drugs. 

Really, I was just waiting for Paisley to come home with me. We’d been partying an unusual amount for the past few weeks and I was getting disillusioned with the whole scene. When I first arrived in the Kootenays I adopted a “When in Rome” mindset on the topic of dabbling with new things, but really I was satisfied with cannabis and a nice comfy home life. That being said, I seemed to be incapable of saying no in the moment and I’d developed a reputation as a black hole for drugs. Certain ones just didn’t seem to have an effect on me, or at least not an obvious one. I could shovel back coke, MDMA, mushrooms and acid, then still maintain a coherent conversation. People were baffled by it, but I found it annoying. It was like I couldn’t self-destruct, no matter how hard I tried.

As I pondered this, Ryan Tapp sunk into the chair beside me and threw his arm around my shoulder. He was wearing a feather boa.

“You’re being anti-social again. Why are you sitting here freezing your ass off when you could be talking to somebody? Do you see Paisley moping around?”

“I’ve already accomplished everything I wanted to socially tonight.”

He snickered, then echoed the words back at me. “You don’t even know half of these people. You spend too much time in your head, man. Especially when you’re high.”

“I don’t think I’m that high.”

“Sometimes I think you’re the most self-aware person in the world, and sometimes I think you’re dense as a stone. Come on, man. You’re talking to a dead person.”

“You keep reminding me.”

Despite all my debauchery, over the previous few months I’d somehow motivated myself to make a number of power moves in town. Having decided that I had my reporter gig mastered, I decided to expand into new arenas — I’d been appointed to a sub-committee of city council focused on culture and the arts, been named to an advisory board for the creative writing program at Selkirk College, and gotten myself cast in the chorus of the upcoming musical Rock of Ages. My feud with the Carpenters was at a low simmer, and I was determined to escalate my public profile as much as possible to keep them in check. I figured that was my best defence, because who wants to fire the fun-loving reporter everybody saw singing 80s tunes on stage? They were already villains in town, and their image couldn’t take much more damage. I was like a loaded shotgun, waiting for somebody to pick me up.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about Andrew Stevenson lately,” I told Ryan, tipping back my beer and taking a deep swallow. “If you read the Star story my co-worker Ed wrote, it says all those fucking robberies were all fuelled by his addiction.”

“Oxycontin ain’t cheap.”

I shook my head. “The guy was in pain, arthritis or something. And desperate. I mean, what would you do in that situation? He had a bunch of kids to feed, at our age. What would you do?”

“Yeah, but he still had the power to choose. And he made the wrong choice.”

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

Ryan took a deep breath, then began to preach. “Everyone’s talking about harm reduction these days, like drug abuse is this perennial inevitability, but the fact is everyone still has a choice. We all have agency in this life, power over our own decision-making.”

“But it’s more complicated than that. A lot of people are dealing with childhood trauma, issues we couldn’t even imagine.”

“Okay, but really? Who doesn’t have some sort of trauma?”

It was right around then I realized that I didn’t know where Paisley was. She’d disappeared from the circle of friends she’d been standing with a moment before, and she was nowhere in the room. Did she go outside to smoke a joint? Ryan evaporated as I struggled into a standing position. The floor beneath me rippled, like I was standing on the surface of the ocean, and that energy moved up through my body and beamed out my eyes. Like Cyclops from the X-men. I gave my head a shake.

“You seen Paisley?” I asked my friend Josh. “Did you see where she went?”

“I thought she was with Caelynn, man.”

“She might be in that back bathroom over there,” Josh’s wife Julie said, pointing. “I think I saw some people going in there.”

Paisley didn’t typically need to be babysat, but lately she’d been starting to worry me. Like me, she’d been making some uncharacteristic choices. Nelson just seemed to have that effect on people — it made you explore outside your comfort zone, which was good, but sometimes you can travel a little too far. Without a baseline of normalcy, how are you supposed to ascertain if you’re being strange or scary? Compared to who? I pushed through some bodies, maybe a little too roughly, as I made my way past the ping pong table and through a doorway to a dimly lit hallway with a tile floor. Was the bathroom Julie mentioned back here somewhere? Or was it somewhere else? Frustrated, I turned in a circle and blinked at my feet. Then I heard voices.

The bathroom was just to my left, and the door wasn’t locked. I turned the handle and swung it open, hitting somebody in the elbow, then squeezed through the gap. There were at least eight people inside, though it only had one urinal and a small stall for a toilet. On the opposite wall were two sinks, and when I glanced over I saw Paisley sitting on one. She wasn’t wearing her shirt, her eyes were closed, and some guy was looming Gollum-like over her. For a moment he looked like a legit vampire, like he was plunging his fangs into her neck, and before that could happen I yanked back hard on his T-shirt and slammed him against the stall. 

I palmed his throat, my nostrils flaring. “I don’t want to see you again, understand? You get the fuck out of here and don’t come back.”

He nodded feebly, his hands up in surrender. “I’m gone, man.”

Once the guy disappeared I found Paisley’s shirt balled up on the ground and helped her put it on. Her eyes were closed and she murmured incoherently. Around me the other bathroom-dwellers returned to their pot smoking. Inside the stall at least two people were having sex. I took Paisley’s clammy face in my hands and tried to get her eyes open.

“Paisley, baby. We gotta go home, okay? Can you wake up?”

Eventually I hauled her to her feet, and she murmured into my neck as we dragged ourselves back through the main room. A few people turned to stare at me, but I ignored them. Everyone seemed to be putting on their coats and getting ready to go. Julie and Kate came over to see if Paisley was okay, and I asked if anyone had seen where she left her jacket. A few friends quickly searched, but it was nowhere to be found.

“We’re going to a hot tub party out at Six Mile,” Julie said. “If you guys want to come.”

“I’ve got to get her home to bed,” I said. “I don’t know what she took, but she’s completely out of it.”

“Well, take care of her.”

Eventually I decided to wrap my winter coat around Paisley, sitting her down so I could zip it up. I had a warm plaid on, and it was only three blocks back to our house. Somehow the whole building had emptied over the course of five minutes, everyone tromping off in the snow, and suddenly I found myself alone with Paisley in the dark. Streetlights illuminated the flurries in the distance as flakes melted down my face and collected in my beard. There was no way taxis were out in this weather, and my phone was dead anyways. I was going to have to hike. I pulled Paisley’s arms over my shoulders and leaned forward, pulling her into an uncomfortable piggy back position. 

After two blocks I stopped, sinking to my knees in the snow. Paisley slipped off my back and rolled to the sidewalk. I couldn’t tell if it was real tears streaming down my face, but either way I was heaving like a post-race marathon runner. I had to admit it, we were in real danger. People died like this.

“Everything is fake,” Paisley muttered. “You can’t even stop it.”

Paisley looked like a painting. Her Betty Boop eyelashes were collecting tiny drops of moisture, and her exposed skin was the colour of 2% milk. We’d been together for over four years, but her beauty could still routinely surprise me. She’d told me once, half-joking, that she liked me best when I was sleeping. The truth was that I felt the same way. Seeing her laying vulnerable and lost on the sidewalk I knew two things at once: I was hopelessly in love with her, and there was no way this was going to work out long term. I reached out and touched her face, pressed my lips against hers.

“Baby,” I said. “I don’t think we’re going to make it.”

The Kootenay Goon