parenthood

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Predictably, Luke immediately tries to turn him away. “Aemond, wh-what are you doing?!” The boy - who’s a man now, in truth - exclaims as he gets himself comfortable. This close, Luke’s scent of firewood and cedar is easy to pick up and delightfully appealing. Aemond cocks his head as he stares at him. “Isn’t it obvious?” He asks coyly. “I’m settling into my new place.” “Your new…” the young alpha looks as though he’s seen a ghost, “Your new place? And that’s on top of me?” The omega shrugs. “On top of you, underneath you… Around you, while you bury yourself inside me… Whatever way you desire to have me, nephew.” (Or, Lucerys is the Lord of Harrenhal and Aemond is scheming).

Ed and Stede meet as strangers one night on a New York subway platform when Stede discovers an abandoned newborn baby. Both men are instantly infatuated with him (and each other). When they attend the court hearing for his case, the judge spontaneously decides to offer Stede custody, which he accepts– only to realize afterwards that she assumed they were a couple. The two men immediately craft a plan to pretend to be together in order to keep the baby, creating fake backstories, coaching their friends, and moving in together... into the same bedroom... and the same bed. But what they didn't anticipate was falling head over heels in love, not only with their son, but with each other. Inspired by the TRUE STORY outlined in this article Features: a very fast slow burn, fake dating, only one bed, pining while fucking, and other tropes

Adam was many things: the first human in the world, the first mortal made angel, the commander of the Exorcist, the Dickmaster and overall just a fucking awesome person. A long time ago he was also a Father. And when he almost made himself forget about that particular title, the universe made sure to remind him of it.

Following the end of book 2, Maximilian and Riftan return to their lives Anatol and have their first child together.

And Trent’s not a mess! He’s not. He’s got his life entirely together. He chose to reveal his source and give up his position with The Independent. He chose to start chasing book authorship as his new branch of his career tree. He chose his flat, and his car, and his life, down to the brands of tea he buys and the sorts of people he spends time with and the sheet sets he puts on his and Beatrice’s beds. He’s an adult man, for Christ’s sake. Of course, he’s got his life together. Everything is under his control, and it’s all fine. It’s entirely, completely, fully fine. Taking one last steadying breath, Trent opens his eyes and looks over the line of seven tests on the counter: the first he took a few hours ago, and the six he just took since. Each and every last one of them says he’s pregnant. Some have plus signs, some have two lines, some simply have the word pregnant. All of them may as well come together to form a little sign reading, Congratulations, Trent! You did it! You’ve finally made a goddamn bloody mess out of everything! Just wait until you have to tell Ted! Trent’s stomach turns for more reasons than one.

A couple from different worlds, their families bound by tragedy, learn whether love will conquer all.