A/N: Polycules are valid! Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈

Anna was more than thrilled when she got all of her accessories and outfit in the mail. She sped off past both of her Daddies and up the stairs to put everything on.

Being a girl with two boyfriends meant she got to have her own things a lot if she wanted them. Of course, that had pros but it was nothing compared to how she felt when it was the three of them in their master bathroom washing their hands while one went pee while the other took a shower. It felt real and that's all she really wanted.

The outfit was so perfect she almost burst into tears. Transitioning had been one of the best decisions she'd ever made. It was hard, but she was finding that most good things didn't come without being difficult and a little painful.

Her hair tumbled down her shoulders in long golden locs with no curl to them whatsoever, so she decided to put it up into a messy bun. Thinking better, she tugged a couple of strands out to frame her face. "Oh my gosh, I look so cute!"

The cardigan had a few clouds on it, and was shaded in her signature rainbow colors. The lacy cropped tank top hugged her torso and lifted to her neck where it buttoned at the back. Her pleated skirt brought attention to something she was so proud of: her boxy body that she still felt so much looked like a boys body, was starting to curve a bit into an hourglass shape. She was working out and eating healthy and while it was hard, the progress was worth it enough to be thankful she wasn't wearing eyeliner or mascara. Around where that slight curve was, sat her silver hollowed out star belt. It was more for further decoration, but it was still really pretty.

It was supposed to be just another live where she showed off her outfit, as her own mini channel was starting to inspire other trans women. AnnaNotTyra was supposed to be a joke, a joke that had Hazel curled into himself laughing until Adam had to essentially give him CPR. She decided right then and there that she'd keep it, and every time she turned on the camera she was instantly having fun.

This time happened slightly differently.

She was mid conversation about where she'd gotten her skirt and belt when Adam walked behind her. He hadn't had another option when she was taking up half of the living room, and she wouldn't have minded anyways. Sometimes she could drag her incredibly stylish Adam on camera but it was rare. He preferred not to be perceived, which made him the topic a good 49% of the time when she was done.

"And there he goes," She sighed to the camera, tossing a longing look his way. He actually caught it this time but his eyes were locked on what she was wearing.

The audience couldn't see him until he dropped his phone on the couch and stalked back to grab her hips and bury his face into her neck. "I'm so jealous you didn't show this to us first," He complained, giving her a nip to fluster her further.

"I'm sorry!" She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You usually don't care about this stuff!"

"Blasphemy!" He rebutted dramatically. He started glancing around conspiratorially until he found her phone. A gleam of interest turned into a smirk and he glanced at her teasingly with raised eyebrows, exclaiming silently all the fun things he could do to her on camera.

"Don't you dare," She whispered incredulously. Adam never got this grabby this fast, he liked to work his way up but he was so hungry for her like this she almost couldn't find her voice. His tongue found a home on her collarbone and she squeaked. "Adam!"

He snapped his head up to her to give her one of those stares. His eyes flashed at her menacingly and he cupped a hand over his ear. "I have no idea who that is, baby," He told her lowly, grabbing her chin to look him in the eye. "Who are you talking to like that, hm?"

She turned red and melted into his touch. It never failed to amuse her that he never backed down on his promise to her.

The day they'd become an official polycule Adam had promised he would devote his life to them as long as they let him. He was so devoted, and his devotion was wild in a way you could get obsessed with. Adam was truly what she and Hazel needed.

"Sorry, Daddy," She mumbled, bunting into his hand bashfully.

He grinned and grabbed her cardigan to back her toward the camera. "I'm going to do sinful things to you, Anna." His hand reached behind her to click off the phone and he grinned dangerously.

"You should probably spank me," Anna suggested quietly, trying to avoid the energetic look he was giving her. She didn't know if others felt his gaze the way she did; his eyes had an unnerving color to them despite being so pretty. There were secrets in there, there were so many things that attracted her to him. She wanted to rub her hands over his cheeks and worship him until she died. Every day she was learning more about him that made it all the more obvious how much they had in common, and how much they needed each other.

His eyebrows raised and backed up as he took in her outfit again. "I don't think I can, babygirl. You look so cute."

Anna's jaw dropped. She had never been turned down for a spanking, but Adam was a cheerful red as he stared at her like she was descended from heaven. "So I can just get away with anything I want?!"

He nodded slowly, then quickly. "Yeah... Yeah, I think you just might. Come to Daddy, I wanna touch you."

Full of bubbly joy she let him drag her to the nearest surface and explore with his hands and lips. "My baby, my sweet Anna," He mumbled against her neck, sinking his teeth into the spot where her heart beat the hardest. "Give me a kiss."

She met his lips and he purred, reaching up to rub circles over her cheeks like she'd ached to do earlier. As if that weren't a monumental display of affection she wasn't used to getting, he pulled away from the kiss to gaze at her and smirked at full force. "I'll never get tired of falling in love with you, Esposa."

Her heart flip flopped and she smiled so big her cheeks hurt. At the softness of his eyes she buried her head into his shoulder to hide. "Daddy you're making me shy."

He chuckled and rubbed at her back. "Shhh... I can't hear you over how fucking pretty you are," Adam teased, gazing at her. "Maybe tone it down so I can speak at a respectable level without disturbing your beauty. God, I still feel like I didn't mention you were stunning."

Anna leaned up and gasped excitedly. "You're such a flirt! Where is all this coming from?"

His smile disappeared and he pulled her into a long kiss. "You are the first person I ever fell in love with, and that feeling only grows."

The only thing she could think to do was burst into tears. She forgot that at the root of every rapper was a poet that loved to move people with words. His love language was indefinitely Words of Affirmation. He spoke her name with a sense of accomplishment like he'd just won the lottery. His enthusiasm often just compounded into being smothered by his ball of sunshine boyfriend and his sweet feral girlfriend and muttering, "I'm just happy to be included."

He kissed her tears away, soft lips brushing them off. One of her favorite little micro interactions with him for no reason was when she'd look away and he'd move into her line of sight to hold her in place. "Why crying, baby?"

"'What, how can he possibly want me?'" She whispered, adoring the way his eyes filled with tears right after as he smiled.

They spoke it together, they always did. "'I'm an abomination.'"

He kissed her cheek. '"What's wrong?'"

She leaned into his kiss to trap his lips against her for just a moment longer. "'You know I'm trans, right?'"

Adam chuckled and mumbled against her lips, "'You've told me that like a million times.'"

Anna forced herself to face him head on. "'And you still want me?'"

He opened his mouth to speak but his eyes flickered over her shoulder and stayed.

Hazel set down the tray of cookies and wrapped both of them in his arms. "'Sweetheart, that doesn't matter.'" He kissed the top of both of their heads and squeezed tighter. "'Not to me.'"

They were both speechless and lost in the moment, absorbed in each other and themselves.

Finally Adam looked at Hazel, or at least in his general area. "Where did you see that comic?"

"I remember all the times I've heard you guys talking about it, but I memorized it when you left your phone on after Nova. I wasn't snooping, but it caught my eye because he looked so sad and I was afraid... I was scared I wasn't making you happy, I was new to this I dunno... but it stuck in my mind so much I did hours of research to find it again cause I didn't remember anything else but the last part. And when I found it I got this sense of pride, knowing my partners are some of the strongest people on the planet made me so proud of you guys." He kissed both of them and tried to stand but they locked him in place, both with their faces buried into his chest.

They had only one request:

"Stay."