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Adventures With Threep

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 1 + Beyond] [Mal’s Orphanage] [Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 2 AU]

Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!OC) With: Threep, Rayden (M!OC) Book: Blades of Light and Shadow Word Count: > 1,500 Rating/Warnings: General; (mpreg!Threep)

Synopsis: Three vignettes of Threep's life with Rayden, Mal, and Daenarya.

The regal nesper fluttered through the open window, gracefully moving through the house, looking for his favorite human. Threep landed softly on the floor, his paws a soft pitter-patter against the worn wooden floorboards of the orphanage. Threep's sleek fur brushed softly against his leg.

"Kitty!" Rayden cheered, scooping the nesper eagerly into his arms. He hugged him warmly, nuzzling his face against Threep's. "I've missed you so much!"

"Your sentiment is reciprocated," Threep purred happily.

"Re-sip-prated? What's that?" The young boy questioned curiously as he carried the bat-cat to the couch.

Threep smiled, relaxing in the boy's tender embrace. "It means I missed you too, Rayden."

The child squealed with excitement, plopping down on the couch with his favorite kitty in his lap. His fingers ran gingerly through the creature's silky fur, watching as it shimmered in the sun's rays peeking through the window.

Threep stretched out, enjoying the warmth and comfort surrounding him.

"Oh!" Rayden's eyes popped open in alarm. His small hand pressed against his forehead in a gentle tap. "I forgot! I didn't get you a snack! You must be so hungry."

The nesper's head dipped to the side in contemplation, but instead of jumping at the suggestion, he turned in the boy's lap, offering him his stomach. "Maybe in a bit."

Rayden snuggled Threep closer, happily rubbing his belly.

"You can't still be hungry," Mal complained as he watched the violet nesper shove another slice of buttered bread into his mouth. His cheeks puffed out from the size of the bite he took, reminding the Rogue of a chipmunk collecting food to bring back to its home, except in Threep's case, he wasn't saving any for later.

"How are you not hungry," Threep whined once he was able to speak again. He lifted one front paw above his brow while the other rubbed his belly, feigning famishment.

"We've eaten a five-course meal—" Mal's fingers adjusted his belt. "I couldn't eat another bite."

Threep's gaze shifted to the bottle of wine sitting beside the Rogue. "You were saying."

"I said eat," Mal corrected, taking a drink of the ruby-red liquid. "I never said drink."

Threep was about to protest when his eyes perked up, noticing a morsel of cake left on Mal's plate. "Since you are soooo full, you wouldn't mind me finishing your cake?"

"Have at it." Mal guided the plate toward the nesper. "When you throw up later, you're cleaning it up yourself. I've cleaned up enough of your vomit recently." His lips pulled into a frown.

Threep's shock quickly fell and was replaced by a satisfied hum as he licked up the crumbs of the delicious dessert.

Mal shook his head with a mix of disgust and wonder. He had seen Threep eat, or rather, in this case, gorge himself before, but this was a new level. Thankfully, as compensation for his services, the crown funded his eating expenses. Mal chuckled at the thought, "That's one way to bring down the monarchy, bankrupt them by enjoying the finest food and drink in the land on them." He raised his goblet up, tipping it toward his companion, who had flagged the waiter down for a honey cake to go.

"Mama! Mama!" Rayden ran across the small yard of the orphanage, heading for the steps at the back of the house.

"Careful!" Threep hissed, dangling precariously from his position in the boy's arms.

Daenarya met them with open arms at the door at the sound of his cries. "What's wrong?" Her hands cradled Rayden's face, brushing his dark, shaggy hair away from his eyes, looking for any injuries. She scanned down his arms and legs next.

Rayden shook her away. "Not me!" His lip quivered. "Kitty!"

Threep hung loosely from the boy's grasp, his back legs swaying below. "I'm fine." His wings fluttered briefly as he wiggled back more comfortably into the boy's arms.

Daenarya breathed a little easier. She loved Threep, but Rayden was her son, and she thanked the gods, new and old, that he was all right. She gestured for them to sit down on the steps to talk. "What's wrong with Threep?"

"I'm fine," the nesper grumbled. "Is that—" His nose twitched as he sniffed the air. "Banana muffins?"

Rayden held him firmly, despite Threep's attempts to wriggle away toward the sweets. "Look at his belly!"

Daenarya attempted to stifle her chuckle. It was no secret Threep had put on a few (or more) pounds lately. Mal had pointed it out following his lunch with him. "Oh, Threep's okay, sweetie, he just needs a diet." Her eyes narrowed at him. "So, NO! Muffins! They're for the children."

Before Threep could protest, Rayden cut him off. He grabbed Daenarya's hand, placing it on Threep's stomach. "It's all hard and not soft like Papa's when he eats too much. And there's little bumps growing."

She couldn't stop the laugh rising in her throat.

"It's muscle," Threep defended, looking down at his swollen stomach.

"Something's wrong," Rayden insisted, holding Daenarya's hand on Threep. "First, he didn't want to eat and was extra sleepy. Then, he kept getting sick. Now, his belly is hard and has bumps."

Daenarya's smile fell, carefully considering his words. She hadn't really thought about it before. Threep was Threep. He was dramatic, but this—this was different.

"What's wrong with him?"

Daenarya's fingers caressed the nesper's abdomen, feeling carefully for any abnormalities. Her fingers brushed over the bumps Rayden had mentioned. Her eyes widen. "It can't be."

"What? What? What?" Rayden questioned nervously.

Daenarya peered closer, parting the fur to get a better look. Her mouth fell open as she tried to reconcile what she saw, but it was clear—his stomach wasn't the only thing growing.

"Am I dying?" Threep stared down at her hands in his fur. "And I don't mean from starvation, because from that, I am well aware."

"Uh, Threep," Daenarya shook her head in amusement, her knowing smile growing. "With nespers, who—uh— you know—carries the young?"

"Both male and female nespers can carry our progeny—" he began with little consideration for the question, "—but for some reason, males more often...I mean...but...I...I can't be—" His head was spinning.

"Now he can't remember words!" Rayden worried. "Mama, fix him!"

"I can't." Daenara drew her son closer, pressing a kiss on his forehead. "But he's going to be just fine."

"Really?" He sniffled, his eyes glistening in the afternoon sun.

"I'm going to need to lie down," he breathed dramatically.

"You are lying down." She shook her head watching the nesper paw at his stomach. Her attention shifted back to Rayden. "But yes, Threep is going to be just fine." Her hand glided over her own swollen stomach. "Threep's just having a baby."

"What?!" Mal choked on the muffin he had been sneaking as he joined the trio on the porch.

Rayden's face lit up, his eyes popping open as he bounced with excitement. "There's going to be more kitties?!"

"Yup!" Daenarya marveled at the two—well, three—different reactions to the news. Shock (and horror). Excitement. And.... whatever it was Threep was feeling.

"Uhhuhhahh," Threep moaned. "Will you carry me?" He held his paws out toward Mal.

Dramatic—Daenarya decided with a gentle laugh.

"Fat chance bat-cat," Mal sneered. "Carry yourself. You got wings!"

Threep hissed sharply in his direction, his pointy teeth showing threateningly. Mal bared his own teeth in reply, but Threep took little notice, his attention shifted to Rayden once more. He opened his eyes wide, his mouth pulling down. He swallowed his pride, "Kitty up?"

Rayden cheered happily, pulling his favorite Kitty back into his arms. "Let's get you some muffins. You need to make sure the baby kitties have lots of food."

Daenarya watched as the two disappeared into the kitchen.

"You're not going to stop them?" Mal complained. "You said the muffins were for the children."

"Rayden is a child."

"The mangy bat-cat isn't?" Mal whined.

"And you are what? because I'm quite certain those are muffin crumbs you spit up as you choked on the news."

"What? No...." Mal quickly changed the subject. "If we don't put our foot down now, he's only going to get worse."

"Let them celebrate. Rayden is going to be over the moon."

"Sure, but then we're stuck with having a litter of Threeps running through the place."

"One step at a time."

"I guess someone should tell Loola," Mal suggested. "You know since his first thought was securing his own private attendant to carry him around and serve him food."

"Can you blame him? It's not easy carrying another life." Daenarya extended her arms toward him. "I wouldn't mind my own personal attendant to carry me around, fetch me snacks, and maybe offer the occasional massage to help my sore, swollen muscles and joints."

Mal shook his head despite the smile spreading on his features. He knew better than to protest, even as a joke. He slid his arms around her back and under her knees, lifting her into his arms. "You're lucky, I love you so damn much."

"I can't argue with that." She pressed a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. "Now, take me to get some sustenance."

He roared with laughter. "I've created a monster."

"At least I don't bite..." She grazed his jaw as he carried her, following the path Rayden and Threep had taken. "...much."

A/N: I'm setting this in my Blades 1 Universe simply because that's the one I've expanded the most and the one I consider my "main" universe. However, Threep will also be the one pregnant in my Blades 2 AU. I've been talking about Threep having a baby for years, and here we finally are.

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