Reconnect Series
Noah and you share two kids, a boy and a girl but when Bad Omens blew up, you decided you wanted a semi normal life for your kids. You share the kids with Noah, but he's doing everything he can to win you back. Letting you leave was the biggest mistake he ever made.
Warnings: 18+. Possessive!Noah. Dad!Noah. Toxic Noah. Dark as fuck Noah! Smut. Breeding kink. This is purely fiction, and please take it that way.
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"We get to see Daddy!" Scarlett exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she bounced up and down, her small hands tightly gripping Rhys’s stroller. You, along with your energetic six-year-old daughter and your curious one-year-old son, were making your way toward the bustling recording studio, a familiar destination where they would spend the weekend with their father.
As soon as Scarlett flung the door open, her excitement propelled her forward, and she dashed into her father's welcoming embrace. "Daddy!" she shrieked, her laughter ringing in the air like a joyful melody.
Noah Sebastian Davis, her father, looked up with a radiant smile that lit up his charming face. "There you are! I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me!" He enveloped her in a warm hug, planting a big, affectionate kiss on her cheek that made her giggle with delight.
Scarlett couldn’t contain her glee. "Look at my new sparkly shoes!" she declared proudly, lifting one foot high to show off her radiant pink jelly shoes, which sparkled in the studio lights. The band uncles, Davis and Bryan, responded with exaggerated awe and playful banter, their eyes twinkling with fondness for the little girl.
Noah turned his attention to you, a tender smile breaking through the casual demeanor he often projected. He took Rhys from your arms with practiced ease, cradling him while effortlessly relieving you of the cumbersome bags. “Hi, Gorgeous,” he said softly, his warm brown eyes locking onto yours with a lingering intensity. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you got dressed up just for me.”
You rolled your eyes, a tight smile creeping onto your lips despite your attempt at nonchalance. "Not this time, Rockstar," you replied, feigning indifference.
"Mommy has a date!" Scarlett piped up with a triumphant grin, her innocent announcement bursting forth with the enthusiasm of a child who didn’t yet fully grasp the implications. You winced, feeling your cheeks heat up.
Nick did his utmost to suppress a laugh, but the surprise on Jolly's face was impossible to ignore. Nicolas’s gaze was fixed on Noah, whose expression radiated an unsettling calmness. “Date?” Noah asked, his voice deceptively soft as he gently rubbed your son’s back. You recognized that look all too well—the intense, almost primal spark in his eyes that had first ignited the bond between him and the little boy he cradled.
You met Noah’s gaze, holding it steady. “Yes. A date. I got asked out, and it just so happens to fall on your weekend,” you replied, frustration threading through your words.
Noah's tone deepened, taking on a serious note. “Covenant,” he stated, emphasizing the weight of the word. He cooed, “Here you go, baby boy,” as he carefully passed Rhys to Nicolas. Before you turned away, you showered both children with kisses and hugs, savoring their warmth amid the swirling emotions. As you waved goodbye to the band, Noah accompanied you outside, curiosity thickening the air between you. “Who’s the lucky guy?”
You rolled your eyes, exasperated. This was precisely why you had hesitated to share your plans. Noah had a way of probing into your life, convincing you that you didn’t need anyone else. The thought of the Rockstar’s Wife life felt insurmountable; Noah was perpetually on the road, while Scarlet’s tears echoed your own frustrations as she longed for his presence. Your on-and-off relationship had only compounded the challenges, especially after Rhys came along. You had given it one last shot, hoping to mend things, but the flood of videos featuring Noah with Poppy became an inescapable reminder of the chaos. The album release party, a wild night at a 21 Pilots concert, and the final straw—the backstage footage with Jimmy Fallon—had shattered any remaining hopes.
Noah insisted vehemently that nothing untoward was happening between him and Poppy, and while you desperately wanted to trust him, the thought of putting your children through such heartache was unbearable.
“It’s none of your business,” you snapped, irritation flaring within you. Turning to face him, you pressed, “How’s Poppy?”
The muscles in Noah’s jaw tightened in response. “I wouldn’t know,” he replied, his tone clipped.
“That’s a lie,” you hissed, frustration bubbling over. “I know for a fact that you attended her concert recently.”
“Is your sister still stalking me?” Noah teased, a grin breaking through, but it didn’t lighten the weight of the conversation. Reaching your SUV, the tension simmered as he continued, “I didn’t expect you to be dating so soon after Rhys, that’s all.”
“He’s a year old now,” you scoffed, crossing your arms defensively. “I waited until he was weaned off breastmilk to make things easier for everyone.”
Noah hummed thoughtfully, the sound barely breaking the tension hanging in the air. "Right. Easier," he spat the last word, his tone dripping with skepticism. "How did you even meet this guy, anyway?"
You let out a weary sigh, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. "At work. He's new to the ballet."
Leaning against the sleek black SUV, Noah crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Ah, a pretty boy."
You shot back, a smirk tugging at your lips, "Says the man who has fan-made TikTok accounts dedicated solely to his hands." As you peeled off your coat, you revealed the form-fitting black knit sweater dress that hugged your curves, paired with sheer tights and stylish heels.
A sharp gasp escaped Noah’s lips, and you could feel his presence shift behind you. His warm, strong hands suddenly found their way to your waist, grounding you in a whirlwind of sensations. "Fuck, baby. You look good enough to eat," he murmured, his voice low and laced with longing. The intoxicating scent of his cologne enveloped you, mixing with the familiar warmth radiating from his body. You couldn’t ignore the evidence of his excitement pressing against you, even through the soft fabric of his sweats.
It drove you wild the way your resolve began to melt in his presence. He had an uncanny ability to make you feel like you were the only person in the world he desired. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he inhaled deeply, savoring the floral notes of your date night perfume. “Cancel the date,” he whispered, his voice sultry. “All you really want is to get laid, and baby, you don’t even need to ask.”
You turn gently in his embrace, gazing up at him with a playful sweetness in your eyes. With a mischievous grin, you bump his nose with yours, a lighthearted gesture that makes him smile. He leans in, attempting to capture your lips with his, but you press your palm against his chest, halting his advance. “Scarlet has class in the morning,” you remind him softly, “so make sure she doesn’t run late.”
As you slipped out of his embrace and settled into the driver’s seat of your vehicle, you could feel the warmth of his presence lingering. He leaned against the window, pressing his forehead against the glass with an intense gaze. The soft rumble of the engine filled the moment, almost drowning out his voice.
“I'm not worried, baby,” he called out, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Curiosity piqued, you turned to him, eyebrows raised. “What makes you say that, Noah?”
A slow, calm predatory smile spread across his lips, a mixture of pride and mischief illuminating his face. “You gave me two children,” he declared, his tone deepening with a hint of possessiveness. “I’m not going a damn place.”