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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169453 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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A/N: For Nicola, one of the Facebookers. Happy early birthday, lovelie!
Big Brothers
Early July - 2013
Farren grunted as he woke up, peering blearily at his alarm clock only to realise that it was four in the morning. Grunting some more, he rolled over and peered, just as blearily, at one of his little sisters.
“‘S too early.” He slurred at her.
“I had a bad dream, Farren.”
“Go to Mum and Dads’ room then.” He groaned as he burrowed back into his warm, cosy bed.
“The new babies are with Mummy, I don’t want to be waked up.”
Farren groaned and lifted the edge of his duvet, trying to ignore as a tiny body scrambled into the warmth and snuggled in tight to him. He rolled over and threw an arm around his baby sister and yawned into her blonde hair, frowning as he got some of it stuck in his mouth. He swiped it away and tried to get back to sleep.
This was the downside of being one of the oldest, the younger ones saw them as surrogate parents when their actual parents were indisposed or busy with the babies.
It took him forever to fall asleep again as he wasn’t used to sharing his bed with anyone, let alone a four year old who rolled around and jabbed at him with knobbly knees and bony elbows.
It seemed like he’d only been asleep for a minute before the body in his arms started wriggling. He gripped tighter and an automatic grumble worked its way out of his throat. He’d been growling a lot more lately as he came closer to his Dracken inheritance. A little girl giggled at him as his growl rumbled through her back.
“Farren!” She complained in a whine. “Let me go, it’s morning.”
“Damn it, Phoebe. Can’t you stay asleep for a little while longer?”
“No.” She pouted back at him. “I heard Mummy get up.”
Farren yawned wide enough to crack his jaw and he scrubbed at his eyes as Phoebe ran out of his bedroom, of course leaving his door wide open behind her. With a groan he sat up and worked at his shoulders and knees. It was just coming up to dawn if the pale tinge behind his curtains was any indicator.
Deciding that he wouldn’t wake up properly today unless he forced himself to, he pushed his bedroom door closed and changed into his running gear.
Padding in his socks down the hallway until he reached his brother’s room, he walked in and shook the nearest shoulder.
“Uh?” His brother grunted as he was forced from sleep.
“Wake up, Mace.”
“‘At you ‘ant?” Mace slurred sleepily.
“I’m going running in ten minutes.”
Mace shot up in the bed and actually looked at him. He grinned and leapt out of bed when he saw that Farren was actually in his running gear.
Farren smiled himself and walked out of Mace’s room so he could change in privacy and he made his way down the stairs and then down again before walking down the two hallways to get to the kitchen, where his Mum was feeding one of the newborn triplets. They were all girls too, like Phoebe and her sisters. His Mum had had three sets of triplets now, but only the one set, the first, had had a boy. His sister Mollie’s triplet brother, Jaime and triplet sister, Cassie hadn’t made it.
He didn’t remember much from that time, he’d only been five years old at the time, but what he could remember, he wanted to forget. His Mum and Dads’ had been so sad and so angry that he and his brothers and sisters had gone to stay with their Granddad Alexander for a while. Until their new baby sister, Mollie, had been allowed home from the hospital months after her birth. He remembered a few visits from his Dads’, they’d tried to be happy, but he had known that something was very wrong. His Mum hadn’t come at all during that time, he’d stayed at the hospital with Mollie as much as he could.
“I’d hoped that you’d gone back to bed.” His Mum said softly with a stern look to Phoebe, who was sat at the kitchen table with a beaker of milk.
“It’s alright, Mum. She had a nightmare, but now that I’m up, me and Mace are going running.”
“Be careful.” His Mum warned, as always.
“I’m fifteen, Mum!” He complained.
The grin that his Mum shot at him made an answering one form on his face despite the fact that he was trying to be serious and adult about this.
“You’re always going to be my baby.” His Mum said as he pulled him down to kiss his cheek.
Farren groaned and made a scene of it, but truthfully he enjoyed bonding with his Mum. A tiny little fist gripped at his tee shirt and Farren grinned at his newest baby sister.
“Hi there, Rosa. This one is Rosa, yeah?” He asked his Mum, who laughed in the way that made Farren feel like he’d swallowed Helium. Light and happy.
“Yeah. Anyone would think that they’re identical the way you kids act.”
Farren snorted. “I still can’t tell Cyneric and Kallan apart and they’re almost three.”
His Mum slapped his shoulder with absolutely no force behind it before looking over his shoulder.
“Morning, Mace love.”
“Morning, Mum!” Mace replied, sounding far too happy and alert at six in the morning. “Fee, what are you doing up?”
“I had a bad dream, Macie.” Phoebe replied. “Farren chased away the monsters though.”
His ten year old brother grinned at him. “I wondered why you were awake so willingly. It wasn’t willingly at all, was it?”
Farren snorted. “No. But either way, I’m awake now, so let’s go.”
“You boys be careful. Farren, you take care of Mace, you hear?”
“Loud and clear.” Farren saluted like his Dad Max did sometimes and that made his Mum grin again and shake his head in exasperation.
“Go on, just be back in time for breakfast.”
Farren pushed Mace out of the front door first and then followed, closing the door softly before leading Mace through his stretches and warmups. They started at a light jog before building up to flat out running. Mace was getting stronger and faster and soon enough, he was going to be stronger and faster than he was himself. He didn’t mind so much, he just wanted Mace to be the best that he could be and to be happy. Mace was very competitive and he did sports as a hobby. He played so many different sports that Farren was amazed that he kept his training and meet schedules in order and didn’t mix up dates and venues.
He kept himself fit because it was a good, constructive way to release pent up energy, and being as big as he was any loss of control or boost of excess energy could mean the difference between fun playing and breaking a brother’s arm. Plus it put him in good stead to find a decent submissive mate when he came into his Dracken inheritance in December. He didn’t do any sports competitively like Mace, so he didn’t much care that his little brother was going to be better or stronger than him one day, as long as Mace was happy.
He was very proud of Mace and the dedication he showed to all of his sports and he was always going to encourage his little brother to be his absolute best and he’d be there at every competition that Mace had, with the rest of their family, screaming himself hoarse in support of his brother.
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Late November - 2018
He didn’t know how he’d gotten landed with this job, but he wasn’t happy with it. Xabiere stood in the school yard, ignoring the stares and the points from the parents of his baby siblings’ school. So he was here to pick up his baby brothers and sisters, it wasn’t as if the world was ending.
His Mum was heavily pregnant and was currently nesting as of last week and three of his Dads’ were in work after his Dad Max was called into an emergency that afternoon, leaving just his Dad Blaise at home to guard their Mother. This was the first time that he’d been allowed out of the house in two weeks after he was grounded for actually being suspended from Hogwarts.
His parents were so disappointed in him and he suspected that he’d even made his Mum cry, but he didn’t regret anything. No one touched his baby brother like that and got away with it.
His hand clenched as he thought back to that day two weeks ago when he’d walked around a corner and found his fourteen year old brother, Saeth, cowering against a wall, his arms clutching a death grip on several books, as a seventh year touched his face with his sweaty, grimy hands.
He’d lost it. He’d fucking lost it and after an incredibly strong banishing spell, funny enough the strongest one he’d ever produced, sent the vile Gryffindor into a wall, he’d leapt on him and started attacking him with his fists, beating his face to a pulp. An act that was made much easier considering he was a dominant Dracken and had come into his full inheritance several months before.
It was only when he heard Saeth crying for him to stop, that he actually took a deep breath and realised what he’d done. He’d breathed out heavily through his nose, clambered off the unconscious eighteen year old and took his baby brother into his arms.
Saeth was in tears of distress and clung to him as he sobbed his heart out into the front of his robes. It was then that Xabiere learnt that the piece of shit had been harassing and assaulting his brother, his fourteen year old baby brother, for months.
A Professor had found them and the Gryffindor had been taken immediately to the hospital wing and Xabiere and Saeth had gone straight to the Headmistress’ office. He’d had to listen to a spiel about how Ravenclaws were supposed to think first before acting and how he’d shamed his house, even as he’d lost fifty house points for his unacceptable behaviour.
The news that Saeth had been being harassed and assaulted for months had rocked their Headmistress and their parents had immediately been called. All five of them had flooed into the office after getting Nana Narcissa to babysit.
After explaining the situation, in which Saeth had clung to their heavily pregnant Mother like a limpet, Xabiere had been told that the loss of house points was not to be his only punishment and that detention wasn’t severe enough for what he’d done. He was to be suspended until the new term started after Christmas, almost two months away. The same punishment would be given to the Gryffindor who had molested Saeth. It was less than the vile bastard deserved, but Xabiere contented himself with the thought that soon everyone would know what that filth had done to Saeth and he grinned evilly as he just knew that Saeth’s quadruplet brothers would not let anyone, anyone, hurt their youngest quad and Ceri and Ethan just happened to be Gryffindors and no one wanted to mess with Jason, the Slytherin of the quartet.
Xabiere grinned as he remembered coming home to find a very, very recently turned Mace, another Gryffindor, who’d only just come into his dominant Dracken inheritance a week ago. He remembered telling him what had happened, why he was suspended and the look on Mace’s face, the apoplectic rage as his whole head flushed red, almost purple, with anger and those massive fists clenched tight.
Mace had lost control of his Dracken attributes and he’d stomped around for the next hour with his claws flexing and his fangs bared, his dark green wings flexed to their fullest as his black and navy blue scales caught the light.
It had taken his Dads’ ages to calm Mace down enough to get him to actually think rationally and in that time Xabiere had told Mace’s twin, Evie, who was also home for a Dracken inheritance, about what had happened to Saeth. Needless to say his parents had not been impressed with him and he’d spent the rest of the day in his room while they tried to calm down the newly inherited Drackens who were stomping around in rage.
He grinned, more a baring of his teeth, as he thought of Mace and Evie, now back in Hogwarts and back in Gryffindor Tower…that piece of slime was going to regret ever touching baby Saeth…between himself, Evie, Saeth’s quadruplet brothers Ceri, Jason and Ethan and the hulking, rippling mountain of muscle that was Mace, that fucker was going to be kept utterly terrified and thoroughly miserable until he graduated in June. No one, absolutely no one, molested their sweet, studious Saeth and got away with it.
“Xabie!”
Xabiere grinned as six little four year olds burst out of the door of their Reception class. He hunched down and collected the six of them in his arms and head counted them, just to make sure that he wasn’t leaving any of them behind.
“Where’s Daddy?” Ellette asked him.
“Daddy had to go to work, so you got me instead.” He explained as he hefted Emerus, the smallest and often the sickliest of the sextuplets, onto his hip.
“Yay, Xabie!” Eiren, the oldest, cheered as he ran circles around him.
He laughed. “Come on, we need to pick up the girls from the next building over and then get Sully.” He explained as he walked down a narrow path to the next building that housed the slightly older children.
Lia, Nia and Nora were waiting with their teacher and the three girls screeched when they saw him.
“Xabe!” Nia called out excitedly as she rushed to clutch at his leg.
The three five year olds joined the five four year olds in their excited running around and Xabiere rolled his eyes and adjusted the sleepy Emerus on his hip.
“You’re making me dizzy.” He complained as he collected the girls’ school bags from their teacher, who was grinning at him. “Have they been good?” He asked.
“As gold.” The teacher told him with a chuckle. “Where is your Father?”
“Emergency at work. He had to make emergency arrangements, so I got stuck on picking these monsters up.”
The teacher nodded and Xabiere rounded up his little siblings and herded them around the corner of the building to pick up Sully, who was chatting excitedly to one of his friends.
“Come on, Sully!” He called out loudly.
Sully looked up and quickly said goodbye to his friend and the six year old ran up to him and hugged him around the waist.
“Where’s Daddy Max?”
“At work, squirt, now come on.”
Xabiere took them on the safest route, the one their Mum and Dads’ always took and at the corner where his path met up with the path from the Junior school, he met up with a nine year old Loren, the ten year old triplets and the almost eleven year old Lian.
“Xabiere, what are you doing here?” Loren asked him as he scooped up the giggling Errai to give him a hug.
“Dad Max got called into work.” He said. “So I got roped into picking you all up by Dad Blaise because he needs to stay at home in case Mum goes into labour.”
“Do you think Mum will miss my birthday?” Lian asked softly.
Xabiere grimaced. Their Mum had only just started nesting last week and Lian’s birthday was on the eleventh of December, in two weeks’ time. There was a high chance that their Mum was going to miss Lian’s eleventh birthday.
“You know that Mum will be there if he can, Lian.” He said evasively.
A sharp cry caught his attention and his head snapped around, his Dracken howling as he saw Eris on the floor with a scraped knee and grazed palms.
He put Emerus down and scooped up his four year old sister and squeezed her tight, using his thumbs to brush away her tears.
“Xabie, I want Mummy!” She cried out.
Xabiere sat her on his thigh and brought a tissue from his pocket and wiped the mucus from her nose, but he had no medical supplies, so he couldn’t fix up her grazes.
“Come on, love. Let’s get home. Lian, can you get Emerus?”
“Got him.” Lian, who looked so much like their Mum, replied happily as he scooped up Emerus and snuggled him into his neck.
Xabiere made sure that the four other sextuplets were following and he charged the older triplets with watching over the others as they came out of the school pathway and onto the street.
They’d all been taught the dangers of the road from incredibly young ages and it came as second nature to the sextuplets to hug the wall and to hold hands. Eiren and Eurei, the identical twins of the sextuplets, were holding hands at the front and Errai was holding hands with Ellette behind them. Xabiere grinned. He was so going to make his own children do the same when he had them. Hopefully it would be soon, his Dracken didn’t like being unmated and childless.
He could be called to a meeting any day now that he had come into his inheritance, thus far though, he hadn’t had a single meeting and he’d been turned since February, it was almost an entire year without any submissives.
Braiden was already happily mated to two Drackens and they had two babies, one had been born earlier that year and the other one was two years old. But that wasn’t the worst of it, Farren had found his perfect submissive mate and he had had a son in January last year and if that wasn’t bad enough, the identical twins, Eva and Ave, had had a baby each within weeks of one another last year and Eva had fallen pregnant with her second shortly after, she’d given birth earlier that year. Farren’s submissive was pregnant again and Ave was about to go into another heat period. He was surrounded by babies and yet he still had no mate.
Xabiere carried Eris in his arms down the several streets, passed the play park (ignoring the pleas for five minutes of play) and to the outskirts of the neighbourhood to their massive mansion house. It needed to be so big because there were so many of them living there, but he still remembered bringing his friends home, their faces, their awe as they looked up at his huge home which was normal for him. He’d lived there his whole life, he’d been born in the grounds, as his new little sibling would be soon now that their Mum was nesting.
He made sure all of his younger siblings were in the house and he sorted them all out with snacks and juice cartons before he sat Eris on the kitchen counter and got down the first aid kit.
“Let me see your hands, baby.” He said.
Eris sniffled and showed him her palms and Xabiere took an antibacterial wipe to her hands before kissing them better, which made Eris giggle.
He did the same to her knees, using just the one plaster on her left knee, which was a little more than a graze as she must have landed on a stone which had cut her properly instead of just grazing her.
“Thank you, Xabie.” Eris sniffed.
“That’s alright, Eris. You take your juice and go and play.”
Xabiere set her on the floor and handed her a carton of apple juice and he went and collapsed onto the settee, watching over the kids as they played on the floor. It would only be for an hour, he reminded himself. His Dad Nasta would be home soon, until then, he just had to be a good big brother and watch over them.
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3^rd April - 2015
Life at home was always hectic. He was seventeen now and very close to finishing his final year at Hogwarts, but it was the Easter holidays and he was home for a week, just long enough to cram in revision on top of finishing his homework…or at least that’s what he would be doing if he didn’t have a two year old toddler cuddled on his lap.
“Sully, do you want to go and play?” He asked softly.
His little brother shook his head. “Nuh.”
“You know I’m trying to do my homework for school. It’s very important, I have my final exams this year.”
“No, Baidy.” Sully shook his head again and burrowed in tighter, little fists clenching harder.
Braiden sighed and wrapped an arm around Sully and tried to do his revision while Sully rocked on his lap, giggling. He didn’t get very far before he was distracted yet again.
“Sully, please.” He tried to copy the stern voice that their Mother used, but all it got him was a pout and an evil looking scowl.
“Nuh.”
Braiden gave up and decided that they both needed a break, so he stood up, still clutching Sully to his chest, he went out of his bedroom and down the hallway and down two flights of stairs to the family living room.
“You are supposed to be revising.” His Mum told him and then gave a hard look to Sully. “And you, are supposed to be napping.”
“Nuh, no nap Mama.”
“Even if you didn’t want a nap, you shouldn’t have disturbed your big brother. He has important work to do.”
“No!” Sully kicked out at their Mother and that was that as their Mother went stern and carried Sully out, back up the stairs and to Sully’s room to put him in a time out.
Braiden sighed and sat down for a few minutes to watch over the little ones playing. He smiled as the sextuplets wriggled and squirmed like worms all over the floor. They were seven months old now and they were just finding out that they could move themselves around on their hands and knees. Though Eiren and Ellette had been crawling for a few months already and they were undoubtedly the best at it, but with all six of them moving around the floor it looked like a baby dance class or something. It made him laugh.
They were crawling absolutely everywhere and he felt like he didn’t have enough eyes to watch them, but his Dracken purred at them and their progress. His very, very clever little baby siblings.
“Ah!”
Braiden’s attention was diverted to the four year old identical Faerie babies and he was up in a flash as he saw the one reach out a hand over his shoulder to smack at the other. He intercepted the hand before it could land, but the Faerie babe looked at him through his huge gold eyes before he threw himself backwards and screamed.
“What in the world is going on in here?” His Dad Max demanded, until he saw Braiden trying to restrain one of the Faerie twins.
“Kallan tried to hit Cyneric and now he’s having a tantrum because I stopped him.” Braiden told his Dad.
Max groaned and slotted his wooden spoon into the pocket of his ancient dark green apron…honestly he’d had that damn apron for longer than he’d been born.
“Pass him here, love.”
“You have enough to do in the kitchen, Dad. I’ve got him, promise.”
“You shouldn’t have to deal with his tantrum.”
“I don’t mind.” Braiden sighed, even as he held fast to his four year old brother, who was more on the level of Sully, at two.
“I hate that they’ve started the hitting phase.” His Dad sighed. “Regan!”
It took a minute before Regan came into the room. “God, what happened?” He asked as he saw Kallan, red in the face and thrashing around.
“He tried to hit Cyneric and now he’s having an all-out Faerie tantrum. Can you watch over these babies while I go and sort him out? Dad’s busy cooking.” Braiden explained.
“Sure.” Regan said as he got down onto the floor to play with the little sextuplets and Braiden hefted Kallan more securely into his arms and he took him out the back garden. All the Faeries seemed to calm down quicker when they were outside.
Braiden sat down on the grass, thankful that it wasn’t raining and though it was windy, it wasn’t too cold. He clamped Kallan in his arms, on his lap as he hummed gently, rocking backwards and forwards as he let Kallan scream himself out.
“Bay.” Kallan sniffled some time later.
“I know, Kallan. I love you.” He murmured softly. “Just calm yourself down. I know you’re frustrated. I know you’re trying to do and say things that you just can’t, but it’s okay, Kallan. I understand, we all understand and we’ll be patient and we’ll still love you.”
Kallan turned in his arms and snuggled in. “Bay.” He repeated softly and Braiden ducked his head to press his chin to the top of Kallan’s head, his thick, nest of black hair tickling his nose.
“Come on you, let’s get you back inside and you can have some juice.”
Braiden pushed himself up with Kallan over his shoulder and he stopped in the kitchen long enough to grab a carton of Ribena blackcurrant, Kallan’s favourite, and took him back into the living room, where his Mum had taken charge of the babies once again.
“There you are, Regan told me what happened. Is he alright?”
“He’s fine now. He just needed a moment with nature.”
His Mum laughed at that, light and happy, and it warmed him inside as his Mum pushed the straw into the carton and helped Kallan drink, taking over so completely that Braiden barely noticed as he relaxed automatically.
“You’ve had enough of a break now, go and get back to your revision.” His Mum said with a grin and a wink.
Braiden laughed and nodded. “Okay, I might be able to have some peace now.”
He did as he’d been told and he went back up to his bedroom to sort out his books and get back onto his revision schedule, it wasn’t surprising that thanks to Sully he couldn’t remember anything that he’d been studying for the hour in which he’d had Sully on his lap. He sighed…little pests, but still, he couldn’t help but love them all.
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1st January - 2020
Mace did not know how this had happened. He sent a hopeful look to the door, but his two baby sisters were blocking his only exit…unless he wanted to jump out of the window.
“More tea, Lady Mace?” Ellette asked him in her poshest voice that she’d learnt from their Nana Narcissa.
He held his plastic cup out with a grunt and Ellette filled it with water from the plastic teapot. She poured it perfectly.
“How was your morning, Lady Eris?” She asked her sextuplet sister.
“Very well, thank you, Lady Ellette. I spent the morning in my gardens, attending to my flowers.”
Mace snorted, because he knew that Eris had done no such thing, but he had to applaud their imaginations at least.
“Something to say, Lady Mace? I’ll have you know that my flowering shrubs are worthy of a blue ribbon this year!” Eris told him snobbishly.
Mace had to laugh. He couldn’t help himself. Here he was, seventeen years old, six feet nine inches tall and ripped with muscle, sat on a tiny plastic chair, hunched over, knees up to his chin, a ridiculous hat on his head, sipping water from a plastic teacup and he believed that Eris thinking that she had a prize winning garden was what was funny.
“I like your garden, Lady Eris.” Ellette said sympathetically, patting her sister’s hand. “Lady Mace is just jealous because she doesn’t have a proper lady garden to tend to.”
Mace snorted the water into his cup up his nose and he coughed harshly to clear his lungs of water. He started laughing and he couldn’t stop.
“Mace! You’re ruining our tea party!” Eris scolded him.
“Sorry. Sorry.” He wheezed out as he tried to get himself back under control. His baby sisters didn’t know how close to the truth they’d come, just in a different way. It had been a couple of months since he’d last had sex with anyone and he was missing it. Though the less his five year old sisters knew about that, the better.
“Behave! Like a proper lady!” Eris told him with a frown.
Mace nodded and shuffled himself in the tiny chair at the tiny table and took a sip of his cup of water.
“How is your Husband, Lady Ellette?”
Mace choked again and had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.
“He’s just wonderful!” Ellette replied. “He’s just got a promotion at his very important job!”
“Congratulaton!” Eris said with a smile.
“Congratulations.” Mace corrected firmly.
Eris gave him a sour look before turning back to Ellette.
“You must be so proud of your Husband, Lady Ellette!”
Ellette nodded as she nibbled daintily on one of the biscuits that he wasn’t allowed to touch ‘because he ate like a pig and no Lady wanted to see that’.
“Of course, of course. How are your darling children, Lady Eris?”
Mace aborted his laugh halfway through as both girls glared at him from under their large, floppy hats. God he hoped when he got daughters that they weren’t like Ellette and Eris…or his oldest sister, Tegan. He could handle the twins, Eva and Ave, they were just rougher than most girls, easier to fight, especially with one another, and more likely to be found rolling in the mud than playing dress up. All you had to do was wrestle with them and they were happy, he could do that easily. But this, having a tea party with water at a tiny table in a stupid hat…this was torture.
“Go away, Lady Mace. You’re having your period!”
Mace almost died hearing that and he had to hold his stomach as he laughed so hard that he couldn’t breathe.
“Get out!” Eris told him and Mace made his getaway while he could as he dumped his stupid hat and left their shared bedroom, wiping his eyes as his laughter trailed off.
His peace didn’t last any longer than it took him to get down to the ground floor of the house. He was going to get a handful of his own biscuits that his Dad Max had made over Christmas from the kitchen and then go up to his room to tell Facebook what his sisters had said, leaving out that he’d been a part of their tea party naturally, when he was ambushed by the four missing sextuplets, Eiren, Eurei, Errai and Emerus, who grabbed his hands, two on each hand, and dragged him into the living room.
“Mace!” Eurei called out to him, his jet black hair stuck up all over the place as his dark blue eyes pleaded with him.
He groaned. “What do you want? I only just got away from Eris and Ellette.”
“Teach us how to play rugby! Like you play!”
“Our Mum and Dads’ said that you weren’t allowed to learn until you’re older. It’s a dangerous game.” Mace told them seriously.
“But if you just told us how to play!” Eiren pleaded, his own massive dark blue eyes breaking down his defences.
Mace sighed. “Come on then, but you’re not playing properly!” He told them sternly as the four boys cheered and rushed to clear a space in the living room…it was snowing again outside.
“What are you up to?” His Dad Draco asked with narrowed eyes as his arms cradled their newest brother, Lyran, in his arms. He had only just turned a year old.
“I’m teaching them to play, Dad. That’s all.” Mace explained as he got his brothers into position and dug out a rugby ball for them to throw around.
“We said no rugby until they were at least seven.” His Dad said angrily.
“I know. They aren’t going to properly play though and definitely no scrums. I’m just going to teach them how to pass the ball properly and ingrain the rules into them.”
“No tackling either.” His Dad said seriously. “They’re only five.”
Mace nodded his understanding as he went down on his knees and started running through the rules, how to hold the ball and how to throw it, telling Errai off when the white blond haired boy threw the ball to Eiren.
“No, no, no, Errai! You don’t throw the ball forward in rugby, you throw it back! Throwing it forward is called a forward pass and if it’s deliberate, it’s a foul that will give your opposing side a penalty reward.”
“So no throwing it forward.” Errai nodded and moved to stand behind Eiren, who threw the ball behind him to Emerus.
“Like that?” Eiren asked brightly.
Mace grinned. “Just like that.”
They kept this up for a while as their Dad watched them, rocking Lyran on the settee as he watched Mace teach the four five year olds how to play his favourite sport. At least until a scream from further in the house had the four five year olds stilling immediately and had Mace’s wings vibrating hard against his spine, he stood up quickly, it had been a distress call from one of his siblings. His Dad Draco came to him and handed over baby Lyran gently before leaving the room quickly and Mace didn’t hesitate to take him, despite how very uncomfortable he was with how tiny Lyran was in relation to how massive and muscular he was.
He got the four boys behind him and he placed himself so that he could see both the doors that led into the massive living room they were in, even as he cradled the tiny, thirteen month old baby he was trying his hardest not to harm. He never felt comfortable holding his baby siblings, or his baby nieces and nephews. Farren felt the same, but he was even bigger than Farren was and now that Farren was a Father of two with his submissive mate, Georgie, and thus more comfortable with newborns after she had given him two of their own, he’d learnt to become more comfortable with newborns as he’d had to step up to the mark to look after them. Mace had had no such luxury yet as he wasn’t mated, there had only been six mate meetings since he’d come into his inheritance a year last November and he hadn’t liked a single one of them.
“Macie, I’m scared.” Emerus said softly.
The other three boys made murmurs of agreement and he felt a tiny hand fist at the back of his jeans.
“It’ll be alright.” Mace soothed. “It’s probably just Jason or Ethan having a tantrum. You know they’re coming into their big Dracken inheritances in three months, they’re just using their new found abilities as weapons now that they can.”
Mace didn’t mention that their brothers were suffering from a serious lack of control at the moment as their Dracken inheritance drew nearer, even sweet Saeth was more temperamental these days with his approaching inheritance. The only quadruplet who wasn’t affected was the oldest one, Ceri, who was the only one of them who wasn’t a Dracken.
Of course after their brother had gotten pregnant at fourteen through dubious events where no one was sure if he’d even given his consent or if he’d been raped or not, everyone had made sure that it would never, ever happen again…Mace remembered how angry everyone had been, how angry he’d been. Of course the quadruplets were being temperamental and protective of one another, especially as it was becoming increasingly clear that their baby Saeth was going to be a submissive male. Jason and Ethan were growing visibly almost by the day, putting on weight and they were always hungry, as he and the other dominants had when they were coming up to their sixteenth birthdays. Saeth by comparison was not growing all that much and he wasn’t dying of hunger like his two older brothers.
All of them were preparing for Saeth to become a submissive Dracken, as they’d done before with the three other submissive Drackens of their family, not that Saeth was happy about it. There were other Drackens in Hogwarts after all.
Mace was going to look after baby Saeth in Hogwarts, he and his twin were in their final year and they were both Drackens, though thankfully there was also Saeth’s own quadruplet brothers, because Dracken or not, Ceri would sell his left arm to protect all three of his younger quad brothers and Jason and Ethan were looking to be dominant Drackens and they could definitely protect Saeth between them, if indeed he did turn out to be a submissive, but after going through his own inheritance and seeing with his own eyes the differences playing out between Jason, Ethan and Saeth, it was becoming obvious that their baby Saeth would be another submissive. Their Dads’ were particularly protective of him, but their Mum always rolled his eyes and told them to leave off. Their Mum was cool like that.
Their Mum came in with a bleeding Jason and he did not look impressed. He sat Jason down on the settee and he purred softly to them and all at once the four little five year olds rushed to him for a hug.
“It’s alright, sweeties.” He soothed softly. “Your brothers were fighting upstairs and they frightened Saeth into letting out a scream.”
Mace felt his shoulders automatically relax and he rolled his eyes.
“Who won?” Eiren asked curiously.
“Judging by his face, Ethan won.” Mace said looking at his sullen brother and the blood pouring from his busted lip.
“No one won!” Their Mother snapped. “Fighting is not a game and it’s not a competition. Do you think I like seeing my sons fighting one another like witless animals?” He demanded. “Do you think I like seeing Jason covered in blood or Ethan knocked unconscious on the floor?”
“Sorry Mum.” Mace apologised, thoroughly chastened. He knew his Mum hated violence and hated seeing any of them fighting. He even went mad when their Dads’ had a fight.
“Sorry Mummy!” The four sextuplets copied him.
“Is Lye alright?” His Mum asked softly, bringing the aggression in the room right down.
“Fine.” Mace said looking down at the sleeping year old baby. “He’s fast asleep now.”
Their Mum nodded and then their Dad Max came in with two potions and packets of gauze. Mace sat down and watched as between them, their Mum and Dad fixed up Jason and told him off at the same time for getting himself into this state.
“You sit there and you stay there.” Their Mum said to Jason sternly. “Have Nasta and Draco sorted out Ethan?”
“I’m sure they’re sorting it.” His Dad replied with a sigh.
“Why do your sons always like fighting?”
His Dad laughed. “I make good looking, strong sons. You can’t deny that they’re the best of the best! So they’re a little aggressive, and overly large, they’re just taking after me!”
Mace laughed deeply. He and Jason were both the biological sons of their Dad Max.
“Exactly!”
“What does that mean?” Their Dad whined, which made the four sextuplets giggle.
“Caveman!” Their Mum huffed. “Come along you four, you need some biscuits!”
“Yay Mummy! Biscuits!” Eurei cheered.
“I want biscuit too, Mama!” Emerus pleaded.
Mace was left alone, his baby brother in his arms still and Jason sulking on the settee opposite him. He sighed and cradled the baby in his arms, feeling more comfortable sitting down than he was standing up…if he dropped the baby from his full height of six, nine then there was next to no chance that Lyran would survive. That thought made him feel dizzy as bile climbed his throat and he obsessively checked to make sure his baby brother was safe in his arms.
Lyran cracked open blue-grey eyes and a tiny mouth puckered up in a soft yawn. Mace smiled adoringly as he reached over to the side table and snatched one of the several dummies from it. He popped it into his mouth for a moment, just in case it had been dropped, before he offered it to Lyran. His baby brother accepted it happily and then dropped back off to sleep in his arms.
“How did you and Farren get away with fighting all the time?” Jason asked him sullenly.
“We were smarter than you and Ethan.” Mace replied. “We used to fight in the gym, where we could claim that we were just sparring.”
Jason pouted and Mace had to smile at his little brother. It was likely because both Jason and Ethan were coming into a Dracken inheritance together that they were acting this way. He had done the same with his own twin and Eva and Ave had been fucking awful. That had been almost hell on earth because they were inclined to fight one another without a highly emotional, hormone changing, fledging, Dracken inheritance on top of their puberty hormones.
He sighed and sat back, taking a moment of peace to just sit with his baby brother before he’d have to go back to revising. They’d all be back in Hogwarts in a week and he’d be away from all his baby siblings again, but until then he was going to enjoy them as much as he could.
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August 2028
Calix cowered in the passenger seat of the car and he had a death grip on the car door.
“Damn it, Loren!” He cursed as his eighteen year old baby brother almost wrapped them around a tree.
“Stop being an old man, Calix!” Loren chuckled as he shifted gear and sent him a look.
“Watch the road!” Calix insisted as he tried to calm his racing heart and his death filled mind to try and teach his brother how to drive properly. Loren had his provisional, but he needed some more lessons before he could take his full test. Calix was trying to teach him after their older brother, Braiden, had flat out refused to get back into a car with Loren.
“I am watching the road!” Loren insisted as he jarred the car and then stalled on a roundabout. “Shit! Come on, come on!”
Calix was almost sick as Loren got the car moving again, almost forgetting to turn before moving the car forward. As a result the car almost went right over the top of the roundabout.
“You’re terrible at this! Maybe it’s a good thing you can’t pass your theory!” Calix almost whimpered.
“Stop being a fucking baby!” Loren demanded as he got to the outskirts of the town before circling around and heading back to the home that Lore was currently living in and where Calix had spent nearly all of his life.
He was thirty years old now and he was very happily single still and still childless. Loren was not single and he was not childless, which made Calix feel strange that the baby brother he was trying to teach how to drive had a two year old daughter.
“Do you kiss Angel with that mouth?” Calix quipped.
“Hey! You leave my baby girl out of this.” Loren demanded. “Angel isn’t going to make me drive better.”
“She might if she was in the backseat…” Calix joked…if Loren ever tried to put Angel in the car with him, Calix would give his own life to save hers from his hopeless baby brother.
He still couldn’t believe how much his family was growing. He’d thought it was bad getting a new sibling or three every year or two, it seemed like every family dinner they had at the end of every month there was someone else announcing a pregnancy. He had gotten fifteen nephews and thirteen nieces in thirteen years and it was only August. Twenty-twenty-eight wasn’t over yet.
They made it back home in one piece, thankfully. Calix locked his car and went inside with Loren, who lived here with his submissive mate and their two year old…their house was being renovated and their Mum had immediately offered for them to move in until the work was done.
Calix smiled sadly as he hugged his Mum, who grinned widely, but those green eyes, the gorgeous green eyes that only a handful of them had taken, were so sad. Their Mum hadn’t had a heat period in six years now and he was so sad because of it. It looked like his Mum wouldn’t have another heat period ever…after the sextuplets it was a miracle that their Mum had had three additional babies. Especially after how long it had taken him to recover from it. He’d been in so much pain, vomiting every other morning for months afterwards because of the damage that had been done to his body.
Lyran had been a miracle, then when Caronwyn had come the year after they’d all thought that maybe the sextuplets hadn’t had that much of an effect on their super fertile Mother once he had finally recovered from carrying and birthing them, but then it had taken three years to get their baby Larsen and that birth had taken so much out on their Mother that he had seemed to age a decade in a few short months. That had been their last added sibling and it didn’t seem likely that they were going to have any more as six years was soon to be seven without even a hint of a heat period.
“Unca Lix!”
Calix grinned and swept up the tiny two year old who was running towards him, arms outstretched, and he kissed her neck and face repeatedly.
“There’s my baby niece!” He cried happily. “How are you baby, Angel?”
“I fine!” Angel replied with a grin full of tiny teeth.
“Calix! You’re my brother!” Larsen pouted, the six year old not very impressed that he was being left out of the family hug.
“Ah, but you’re my baby.” Their Mum said as he swept Larsen in to a big hug and kissed him.
Larsen giggled. “I want a brother hug!” He insisted.
Calix handed Angel over to their Mother and he swung Larsen in a big circle and gave him a tight bear hug. Larsen giggled happily and wrapped skinny arms around Calix’s neck.
They made their way through the house and out into the garden and Calix had to laugh as he saw his Dad Max bellowing like he was about to go into war, waving a cardboard ‘sword’ and chasing after several little kids wearing cardboard ‘armour’.
“What in the world is he doing now? I leave him alone for two hours and this is what he gets up to.” His Mum groaned. “Max! What are you doing?”
“All bow before the Queen!” His Dad Max yelled out at the top of his lungs before he dropped to one knee.
All the little kids he had been chasing did the same and Calix laughed harder. He really, really loved his Dad Max, who was still just as fun now as he’d been when he was a baby. He hadn’t changed a single bit and Calix was grateful and thankful for that.
He moved over to the end of the porch where most of his adult siblings were sat with their Dad Nasta, who had a little baby cuddled on his lap, Calix noticed as he got closer that it was Xabiere’s youngest, Ffion. She was turning a year old this month.
“Calix, you’re still alive!” Regan chuckled.
“No thanks to Braiden.” Calix answered with a glare to his slightly older brother. He was turning thirty-one in a few weeks.
Braiden chuckled happily, even as he kept an eye on his five children, running around with their Dad Max.
“I told you not to go near a car with Loren.” Braiden said with a smile.
Calix huffed. “Someone has to teach him. He stalled the car on a roundabout and almost drove over it! A roundabout! How does someone almost drive over a roundabout?!”
“He’s lethal.” Braiden agreed, but his attention was taken by his children again as he watched his youngest, Tate, toddling around after their Dad. He was coming up to two and Braiden was still very protective of him. Only his one mate was here with him today and Calix smiled and nodded to Boden, who grinned and nodded back.
A big man, Boden overshadowed Braiden by several feet and outweighed him by over a hundred pounds to boot, but the arm around Braiden’s shoulders was a heavy, comforting weight and just screamed protective mate.
“How are you, Bo?” He asked as he took a gulp of his iced lemonade.
“I’m wonderful. Never better.” Boden replied as he shared a gooey eyed look with Braiden that made Calix want to be sick.
“God, Boden. Braiden’s our older brother, rein it in.” Farren teased, even as his own pregnant submissive, Georgie, was perched in his lap.
“I’m your Father, how about you all knock off your public affection for my sake.”
They all laughed as their Dad Nasta made himself known from his shady corner where he was still cradling the napping Ffion.
“Oh please.” Xabiere laughed. “Dad you are so bad when Mum gives you a smile that you go blank and lose focus.”
The rest of them laughed at the truth of that and even their Dad Nasta laughed.
“I do love your Mother very much.” He said consideringly, before a loud bellow made Ffion shift in his arms.
They all looked to where their Mother had ‘pinned’ their Dad Max, who was bellowing in ‘death throes’, to the grass and was claiming victory with the horde of cheering children.
“He complains about Dad Max, but he’s just as bad.” Calix laughed.
“Oh god, they’ve started.” Regan groaned.
Calix looked back over and saw his parents snogging on the grass, his Mum in his Dad’s lap, who was now sat up, game forgotten as he wrapped those massive arms around his Mum.
“Get a room!” Taren yelled out.
Their table laughed and Calix grinned as his Mum and Dad looked up at them and then went right back to kissing for a moment before his Mum stood up and started herding the kids into the shade.
Calix accepted two nephews onto his lap and he didn’t mind that Sinclair, who had taken the seat next to him, took his lemonade and gulped it down.
“Sina, that was your Uncle Calix’s.” Farren chastised his son.
“Uncle Calix doesn’t mind, Dad!” The eleven year old Sinclair groaned.
Calix felt queasy as he realised that this boy next to him was already in Hogwarts. A Slytherin of all things. Where had the time gone? Hell, his nephew Nico was almost fourteen! He could still remember being fourteen himself.
His youngest sister, Caronwyn, climbed onto his lap and wormed her way between her own nephews and himself to claim his lap fully.
“Hello Caron.” He said with a grin.
“Calix.” She hugged him and he kissed her forehead, shoving her messy black hair out of the way first.
“What do you want, Princess?”
“Will you push me on the swing?”
Calix looked at the swing and slide set that had been bought new a few years ago. He smiled as he remembered playing on a set similar to this one when he was a kid.
“Sure, come on.” Calix put her down and then scooped up his nephews, Declan and Caius, the first was Braiden’s six year old, the second was Tegan’s one and only child, so he made sure to take extra care with his sac-sister’s year old treasure as he placed them down on the chair he had just vacated.
Calix pulled Caronwyn onto his lap and slid, slowly, down the slide that attached to the porch ad ended on the grass instead of going down the several steps.
He could hear his family laughing, but he just grinned. He didn’t care. He was thirty years old, not eighty. He could still play with his nine year old baby sister like a teenager if he wanted.
“You’re the best, Calix.” Caronwyn told him with a grin through hazel eyes that were more gold than brown.
“Of course I am! Make sure you tell that to all of our other brothers and sisters too!” He said with a laugh as he got her on the swing and then started pushing her, making sure not to push too hard or send her too high, despite her screeches for ‘higher!’
He never thought that it would happen, as a teenager he’d been adamant that he didn’t want children, he couldn’t understand his Dracken siblings when they told him that they ‘ached’ for children. It had seemed so strange to him, so completely alien that he just couldn’t understand them or how they wanted a child so bad and while they were so young too, just teenagers still! But now, now he sort of understood, because he finally felt like settling down and maybe starting a family of his own and for years he had thought that he never would, particularly in his teenaged years and his early twenties. His Mum would be absolutely thrilled, he was sure.
But as he pushed his baby sister, who was twenty-one years younger than him, on the swing, listening to her giggling and screeching which made him smile and laugh, he felt the same protective love he did for all of his brothers and sisters, but maybe this protective love would be the same as what he’d feel for a child of his own.
“Hey Calix!” Mace shouted out over the decking. “Loren’s mate is pregnant again!”
Calix groaned. Seriously, every single family get together, someone else announced a pregnancy. Maybe it was a good thing that he wasn’t having any kids of his own, because their family was definitely big enough already. Maybe he would find a girl and she wouldn’t even want kids. He could only hope, but until then, he had his brothers and sisters and his baby nieces and nephews. That was enough to handle by anyone’s standards.
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A/N: Well I wanted to give you lovelies some more information on the babies and even the grandbabies in this one, I hope you like them! I do have a particular love of Mace, he’s a favourite, as you could probably tell from this chapter. Though Saeth is definitely a trouble magnet! He’s a favourite too, though I love them all.
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