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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 465, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, blood, violence, death, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) neonatal death

WORDS: 1131

MEOW

I looked up from where I had been working on my autobiography, smiling at the sight of Mittens, who looked proud of herself. My smile faltered when she presented me with a tiny ball of black and white fluff. “PETER!”

MEOW Mittens asked me, nudging the baby skunk in closer to me. The kit made a squeaking sound before curling in closer to the motherly cat’s side.

“Sweetheart?” Peter appeared in the doorway just then, arms full of babies.

“My love, Miss Mittens brought a new friend in for a visit,” I announced, pointing my lips at the two critters.

Mittens was licking the poor creature, who was making a soft purring sound as its tail twitched contently.

“I’m going to call Cathy,” Peter announced as I skittered nervously around the wild critter, always on the lookout for nasty skunk spray. I shut the door to my office, quickly sending up a prayer that the baby skunklet wouldn’t spray while trapped.

He called his older sister while I filled Elizabeth and Katie in on what was going on. The Asian American girl was neutral while the bald child very quickly became giddy with joy at the idea og interacting with an actual wild animal.

Cathy arrived about an hour later, toting Clark close behind her. Elizabeth peppered the both of them with questions as they did a quick inventory of their equipment before taking position at the closed door to my office.

“Mittens has their oddball fascination with taking in small orphaned critters and mothering them to death,” I told them, welcoming Baby Kit in for a snuggle with me.

“Kit kit?” she babbled. “Kit kit?”

“A baby skunk is called a kit,” I told her, welcoming in little girl and Baby Tommy as the babies sought out the familiar motherly figure in their lives. “Your nickname is a shortened form of Katherine. The three of you have strong names- Vanessa Rose, Thomas Joseph, Katherine Jane.”

Little girl corralled the younger babies in under her arms before pushing the three of them into my plush breasts.

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Mittens yowled out furiously as Clark charged into my office, Cathy standing at the door to catch the skunklet should it try to bolt.

“JESUS CHRIST-” bellowed Clark and I peeked over Cathy’s shoulders and saw that the cat was mauled his arm. Mittens stood in front of the baby skunk, her fur standing straight up as she spat protectively, saying that she would quite literally kill to keep her baby safe.

She grabbed ahold of the skunk in her teeth before jumping up onto a shelf, knocking over books that I had stacked up there in her quest to keep her not a kitten safe. She was glaring at Clark as he wrapped his arm in his jacket, cussing all the while.

“Mr. Clark, do you want me to doctor you?” Katie asked, bouncing on her tiptoes as the man lumbered out of the office, following her as she led him into the kitchen.

“Can I try to catch the kit?” Elizabeth was pestering Cathy. “Please please please?”

“Let me try first,” she told the nine year old in a firm voice before heading inside and closing the door.

I winced as what could only be describe as the trenches during World War II sounded out- stuff crashing to the floors and the pat-pat-pats of Mittens elusively evading the woman.

“FUCK!” Cathy yelped before the sound of her falling to the floor came through. I opened the door and scuttled inside, Elizabeth close on my heels as I fussed over my husband’s older sister.

“Mittens? Can I see your kitten?” Elizabeth asked, kneeling to collect the baby skunklet that the cat offered her. “Good kitty.”

MEOW Mittens looked exceptionally pleased with herself as Elizabeth petted the little creature, taking in the baby soft fur and sealed eyes. The cat wound herself around the girl’s ankle, purring like a motorboat on crack the whole while.

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“Well, I’ll be darned,” Cathy chortled as she followed Elizabeth and Mittens out into the kitchen, where Katie was carefully tending to Clark’s battle scarred arm. “Clark, look at what Elizabeth did!”

Clark took one look before settling back down again with a grumble. Peter sat at the head of the kitchen table with all three babies settled on his board chest.

“Good job, Bitty!” he praised her as she settled the kit onto the table for the injured man to look over. He lifted its tale, making it let out a scared squeak.

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISS hissed Mittens furiously, jumping up onto the table and glowering at the man as he quickly finished up his examination.

“This baby skunk was apparently born without his anal sacks,” he announced. “And so I would recommend not to release this little fellow into the wild.”

“Can we keep him?” Elizabeth begged. “Can we? Can we? Can we? Can we?”

“One problem,” Clark announced. “This skunk is a she, not a he.”

“Primrose.” Elizabeth looked thrilled. “I’ll call her Primrose”

Peter opened his mouth to answer her only to be cut off by Daisy padding into the room. She took in the emotional layout of the room before turning and leaving.

A snigger flew out past my lips at the big dog’s cowardice at the fiercely protective mama cat as she oversaw the man examining her not a kitten.

“I can make up a bed for her!” Elizabeth offered before bouncing out of the kitchen/ dining room and going downstairs into the basement to find the perfect cardboard box.

“Sweetheart? I think we now have a pet skunk,” Peter meeped amusedly.

“Fuk!” agreed little girl from her place on his chest.

“LITTLE GIRL!”

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#Real person fiction (RPF)#Tattooed Wings #Peter Thomas Ratajczyk #Type O Negative #Vanessa Rose Pickings/ little girl #Special needs baby #Aria Bradley #Evie Bradley #Deaf #American Sign Language (ASL)#Elizabeth Ratajczyk #Alopecia #Thomas Joseph Ratajczyk/ Baby Tommy #Autism #Katie Ratajczyk #Down’s Syndrome #Baby Violet Marie #Neonatal death #Matching tattoos soulmate AU

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