it's a beautiful night

[hypercompetent]

THE PROPOSAL/MARRIED LIFE/BABIES POST

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[unled]

it was so difficult for me to decide which one of these to tag first

[gimp]

[ newt had met his boyfriend-now-husband not through normal means. in fact, it was literally the opposite of normal; if you'd asked him three years ago if shapeshifters were real, he would have laughed in your face.

and then he rescued a rottweiler who he nicknamed einstein from the vet clinic he was working at, after rehabiliating him from dogfight days and sort of falling in love with his obviously gentle demeanor. the big dog was newt's closest companion and best friend, when newt had absolutely needed one, and then one day, einstein turned out to be alby, sitting naked on his living room floor.

sure, it had been a little weird at first. newt wasn't sure how to take the fact that his once upon a time pet was actually a guy, and a really hot one, but as time moved on, things became almost inevitable, and newt found the gentle person to be a lot more kissable than the gentle rottweiler. they got married a year later, and it was, without a doubt, the happiest time in newt's life--particularly when they'd picked up a stray of sorts months later.

now, newt comes home from a shift at the clinic to a house with a white picket fence and shuts the door with his hip, carrying dinner in one arm and his bag in the other; when he comes inside, he calls for them, and is met with a bit of confusing silence. brows furrowing in worry, newt makes his way into the house, setting his keys down, and pauses as he reaches the living room. alby, dog, not person, is curled up on the couch, and lucy's on his back, her chubby arm hanging over his side, looking completely content and blissed out. a shapeshifter daughter and her shapeshifter father, and her human dad coming home to see them both. it warms newt's heart completely, and doesn't even bother to tamp down on his crooked, warm smile as he walks across and gently puts his hands on them, one on lucy's back, the other on alby's head. ]

Rise and shine.

[ainmhi]

[ For as long as he's been alive, Alby has known that he was a shapeshifter. He didn't know his shape for a long time, but all the same he'd known what he was. It wasn't difficult to accept that, either, especially when he could simply regress back into an animal's instinct instead of focusing on the responsibilities that came with humanity. While being part of a dogfighting ring had been hard on him, ripping him apart again and again, and almost sealing away his humanity, it was still easier.

People had less expectations placed on animals than they did other humans.

But then Newt came along, and he'd known immediately that he had to take care of him. Had to make sure that he was safe, that he was happy. So he'd taken a responsibility that no one had anticipated, no one had expected him to take on, just to make sure he could keep this boy happy. He'd set his big head in his lap, ears pressed back on his head, and simply stared up at him every time that times got hard.

And the guardianship continued to when he shed his animal skin and became human again, if only for Newt. Because he loved him, and never wanted to be apart from him, but the lifespan of a dog was so very different from a person's. And it was always wrong of him to lay about, pretend that he was something that he actually wasn't.

So he took care of him with heart and hands alike, now. Took care of their little girl on two legs and four. Right now, he's comfortable on the couch, letting Lucy nap on him while they wait for Newt to come home. They're not going to be sure what Lucy is for a while yet, but he has no doubt that she'll take on something beautiful to reflect who she is, what her potential will be.

Alby's ears twitch a little at Newt's touch, his words, and he stretches his neck so that he can tilt his head against the couch, looking up at him placidly. ]

[gimp]

[ the warmth in newt's chest feels like it might drown him; it's sticky sweet and hard to breathe, to see something like this happening. newt--newt never thought he'd have anything like what he has, a family, people to come home to. he grew up in a rough enviornment, lived a miserable life, nearly ended it once, and he didn't deserve to find love, to find a family. it was hard to care for others when you didn't care for yourself, right?

but it wasn't. newt found his strength in alby, listened to his story, held his head in his lap as a shapeshifter, as a person. maybe it was because they were both damaged, messed up beyond all belief, that they were able to find strength in each other. whatever it was, newt wouldn't give it up for the world, because it felt like the bad days he used to have three times a week were gone down to once a year, because alby and the little girl on his back are his light and his sunshine and newt loves them with every single fiber of his broken soul.

lucy doesn't wake, but alby does, and newt offers him a faint smile, scratching his fingers through the velvety fur on his hair before carefully reaching for the baby, lifting her up and into his arms, to give alby the chance to shift back if he wants to, but also to admire his baby girl. his beautiful baby girl, with alby's dark skin and beautiful eyes and his powers, too--newt fell in love with her from the moment the surrogate placed her in his arms. ]

C'mon, Lucy-luce. Daddy was takin' good care of you, huh? Did he let you ride on his back again? [ lucy yawns and newt's heart twists--he ducks his head to press his nose to hers, kiss her forehead. ]

[unled]

[ Mouth opening a little and muzzle showing a doggish smile, Alby lays there and lets Newt pick up Lucy from his barreled ribcage. He stretches his limbs out once she's lifted free of him, limbs cracking and nubby tail twitching a little in the closest thing to a wag he can accomplish. But then he's shifting to roll onto his belly, panting softly as he looks up at Newt.

This is his whole world, here. He'd given up on living life as a human, years ago almost. Too much had happened to him back then, and it had just seemed like the right thing for him to do, to just... move on to something more.

And now here he is, with a husband and a daughter, living the best of both worlds.

He slips off the couch, licking his chops before his form shifts. Fur recedes, bones creak under the familiar weight. And then he stands there, fully human, going to wrap the afghan from the top of the couch around his shoulders. There's no real shame to be found in his nudity, just a precaution in case a window's blinds are open and show him off to their neighbors. ]

Daddy's little equestrian in the making. [ Moving forward, he kisses Newt's jaw, nosing his cheek. ]

surfer au tho

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[socials]

[triskeles]

what if

[redstandard]

[ it's four am, and four am is baby time. it's almost like clockwork at this point, and stiles doesn't really mind--after all, she did kind of dig this hole on purpose, and the tiny little loaf of a person that she and derek created is awesome. li is cute and blows spit bubbles sometimes and smiles all the time and stiles is in love with him and everything he is, just.

not always at four am.

it's supposed to be her turn, and as soon as the baby monitor goes off, stiles groans, but when she rolls over, the warm presence beside her is gone. stiles takes it as a blessing at first, dozing back off for another five minutes, but the curiosity gets to her, and she pads out of bed, wrapping her hands around her arms to try and keep some of that sleep warmth in as she makes her way to the baby's room.

she's met with derek, holding liam close and walking across the room, rocking him back to sleep. the baby looks like he'd been crying, but he's settled, now, head turned into derek's massive shoulder, snuffling softly, and stiles has to stop, lean against the doorframe, because the affection that comes from seeing her husband holding their child like the tender, fragile thing he is in the faint light from dawn is almost too much; all she can really do is smile and take it in. ]

flops hands

[triskeles]

[ Though he'd grown up, taking care of the children in the pack - human and werewolf alike - Derek never anticipated that he would have children of his own. Maybe when he was younger, when he had loved Paige (and then again when he had loved Kate, fleetingly) but after the fire, he figured that he wouldn't live long enough to become a father.

Stiles has changed a lot of things about his life, since they'd met. Fatherhood was another one of those things. So...

Derek figures, Stiles brought Liam into the world. Carried him for eight months, two weeks, five days, and two hours. If anyone should be getting up to take care of him, it should be him, so that she can earn back some of that sleep that she lost out on while she was dealing with a fussy pup kicking her organs and making her need to pee every ten minutes on the dot.

He knows she's there, because he could probably hear her heartbeat clear across Beacon Hills, but he doesn't respond right away. His focus remains on their baby, bundled against his shoulder and snuffling at him. Liam's sense of smell is still comparatively weak, definitely closer to that of a human's, but he knows that he's being scented right now. ]

I don't think it was a good idea for two insomniacs to reproduce. [ But there's no heat to his voice, just the heavy rumble that comes from his subvocal growl vibrating in his chest. Slowly turning, he starts ambling towards Stiles, lips brushing his son's forehead. ]