Name: Moonflower,Moonstone,Moonlake
By: TitanPandora w/ help from LyssaDolphin

Warning: Younger/Older relationships, Shameless smut (*Later Chapter*), Mpreg, Major character death

Information: (See bottom for information) Can be found on AO3 for longer verisons of sex scenes

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A soft breeze filled the meadow that Arthur Kirkland liked to sit. A huge tree he sat against would let out groans of protest from the wind and bright summer green leaves would fall down and land in his hair and the area around him. The field went off to a dropping point and looking down you see only the top of trees.

Many stories that Arthur's mother told him was to never go down there. She said their were vicious animals and hurtful people who if they saw the young fifteen year old they'd beat him to a pulp.

Arthur, being only seven when told, was terrified. He didn't even want to look down in the sea of trees, because it would make his stomach do flips and his head would ache.

However, the fear of the cliff didn't prevent Arthur from still coming to his reading tree. It was the only place he could find his own inner peace. The tree saw almost every emotion he had to offer, but it showed no doubt, pity, or judgement. Like his very own shrink.

"Arthur!" A familiar voice called. Arthur turned seeing his older brother approaching which made him stand up and look confused.

"How did you find me?" he questioned knowing that the only person who knew of the place was his own mother.

"Ma told me, she wanted to tell you that dinner is almost done. Tonight we have pasta and rice."

"My favorite!" Arthur exclaimed with a bright smile.

Alistair rolled his eyes with a fond smile, "Yeah, I know, that's why I wanted to tell you before me and Ma ate it all!"

Arthur just chuckled, "Thanks Al."

Finding the place interesting Alistar walked around, his fiery red hair waving in the wind as he strolled to the front of the hill and looked over the edge. His heart seemed to stop at the huge cliff, but he remembered Ma's word as he sat down.

"Did you know that Ma was lying about this cliff," Alistar mumbled, "There are no vicious men or crazy animals down there, it is actually a road. You have ridden on it before."

Arthur puffed his cheeks out and walked beside Alistar and looked away from the height. The forest seemed to spread out forever like a never-ending ocean. "I know, I just don't like heights."

"Yeah, sure, then sit." Alistair patted the area next to himself and Arthur was reluctant to sit and cross his arms.

Before he could keep pouting a bird stole his gaze. It flew with colorful feathers and zoomed between him and Alistar. With a gasp he turned his head in a whiplash motion, but with the quick movement the soil on the area he sat seemed to dissipate.

Alistair jumped up to avoid the landslide, but Arthur couldn't. He was stuck falling, but before he could loose hope he grabbed ahold of a tree branch sticking out of the dusty cliff. Tears streamed out of his eyes from the dust coming off the mountain and from the shock.

Alistar was screaming, but all Arthur could hear was noise as Alistar's hand tried to grab his hand that was clamped around the branch. The world around Arthur was getting dark and even when he lazily kicked his legs trying to get ahold of some rock that could hold his weight it never came.

His hand was starting to sweat and slip. Before Arthur could register he was falling again with his back facing his death. He watched Alistar get smaller and smaller, the warm breeze had suddenly turned cold as it whipped at his face and pushed against his back.

It was like the wind was trying to hold him away from slamming into the thick wooded area, but it was too late and gravity had its own plans. Arthur hit the trees and the sharp branches grabbed and pulled ripping his clothing and creating cuts in his fair skin.

He let out screams and groans as his back and chest hit thick branches and when the trees cut at his face. A searing pain hit Arthur's ankle when a tree branch caught him at the wrong moment making he let out a yelp of pain.

With a hurted gasp he hit bluntly against the ground, he felt the long tips of grass tickle his nose and body, but he was slowly losing himself. Arthur felt paralyzed as he laid on his back letting out pained gasps, his eyes falling closed.

He felt something or someone grab his shoulder and ask him if he was alright, but everything felt underwater and fake. He felt at peace with himself and soon he couldn't feel anything and he felt like he was falling asleep never to wake up.

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Arthur felt like he finally had ahold of his brain as he felt the soft breeze brush against his back. He slowly opened his eyes trying to sit up, but his back ached and his arm made a noise of protest. He laid back with a tiny groan as he rubbed at his arm that was dressed tightly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move." Arthur sprung up as he heard a voice and saw someone turn around. It was a tall boy around his age with squinted hazel eyes and dark red hair. On this breathtaking boy was tight brown pants with tall black boots and a chest covered with ritual paint. On his head was a beautiful circlet of gold.

Arthur cowered as the man approached with a fabric sack, but when it was placed on his leg it appeared cold and soothing. "Who are you?" he asked quietly with a hoarse voice.

"My name is Lovino, the tribe's medic. My Alpha had found you in the woods, he watched you come from the sky." Lovino informed, "You are lucky enough that another Alpha was with him so he could carry you back."

"Tribe? Alpha? What is going on." Arthur rubbed his head and Lovino bit his lip with sudden realization.

"Are you from the upper world. Do you have technology and eat meals found in freeze boxes?" he asked with some kind of interest.

"Do you mean fridges?" Arthur asked.

"Oh," Lovino trailed off, "You are, shit, let me go get our chieftain."

Lovino zipped out of his little office slamming the door behind him leaving Arthur in silence. He planned on moving and getting up, but his body groaned and wouldn't let him move an inch.

The door was thrown open and a man walked in. Arthur felt small compared to the huge blonde with rippled muscles and face painting along his cheek and forehead as well as his chest and arms. Behind him was an older male with white hair and red eyes, he wore a white robe with a gold-colored string tied around his stomach.

However, on the blonde's head was a large golden headdress with long turkey feathers sticking out of the headband and brownish preserved flowers were around his neck. He stared at Arthur in some kind of anger.

"I told Antonio that he was from the upper world. Who wears sweater vests in tribes?" Lovino sneered.

The white-haired man chuckled, "I've seen some sweater vests in the market."

"But usually those are for winter." The blonde chimed in and the white-haired man hummed in some kind of agreement.

"Nevermind," The blonde snapped walking forward, "State your name and location."

Arthur seemed to shrink, but seeing the change of mood the man stopped himself from puffing out his chest and seemed to back off. "A-A-A" was all Arthur got out.

"Ah. . . That name is odd." The white-haired man cackled.

"It's Arthur!" Arthur burned.

"I liked Ah." Lovino said under his breath as he turned around.

Arthur looked around and he appeared to be in a cave with an opening on the top which was where he felt the air. At the front of the cave was two doors and by the movement of the poorly instructor door was two men.

"It's Arthur Kirkland, I am from England." He growled balling his hands into a fist. "How can I leave you are all mad!"

Arthur stood up and went to run outside, but a sharp pain in his ankle stopped him. He crumpled to the ground and let out a pained scream.

"I told you not to move, but nobody listens to the medic. Tell the pregnant one not to go out of the tribe and oh dear he falls in the damn lake and it turns into my fault." the last part was mumbled angrily as Lovino grabbed Arthur by his shoulder and lifted him up back on the make-shift bed with fur pelt blankets and some kind of fabric stuffed with fur.

"I'm sorry Arthur Kirkland, you will not leaving your ankle is practically shattered." The white-haired man informed as he stepped forward.

Arthur's eyes bubbled with tears as Lovino put back on the hand-crafted ice pack on his ankle and patted his thigh.

"How far did you fall?" Lovino asked, "It's to access your situation. Like I said, Antonio just watched come down in a flurry of screams and grunts."

Arthur furrowed his eyebrows, "I don't know, all I remember was I was sitting with my brother and he was talking about something, but this huge bird went between us and it made me move rather quickly," he took a deep breath as the memories of the horrid experience came back, "I just was falling. Trees were tearing and ripped at me and I remember hearing a voice asking if I was alright, but I felt like I was dying!"

"You probably were," The white hair man chimed in, "but we have an amazing medic who fixed everything. The Gods above pick the best and only the best." he assured.

The blonde agreed, "You're a very lucky man Arthur Kirkland, you would have been dead if Antonio hadn't seen you, or watched you."

"Wow," Arthur breathed rubbing his leg, "Where am I then?"

"My tribe," the blonde answered, "The Tribe of the Hills. I am the Chieftain, Ludwig, and this is my older brother and last Chieftain, Gilbert."

Arthur put out his hand, "It's very nice to meet you both."

"As well as you Arthur Kirkland." Ludwig shook his hand and he seemed to have some kind of wishful glint in his eyes.

Lovino had finally found what he was looking for with a gasp and held it up. It looked to be a long hiking stick with painted symbols around it and a leather string through the top. "Here you go you cripple, it's like a crutch." He walked over and held out the stick.

With a glare from the nickname, Arthur took the stick and with some help he was able to lean all his weight on it with his ankle in the air. Lovino had quickly laid on the ground creating some kind of brace with some string and tree bark. It actually felt better and Arthur found it much easier to walk/limp with.

"Here, let Gilbert show you around the village. You will stay here until your ankle has fully healed or if you wish to join we will gladly allow you in." Ludwig clasped his hand as Gilbert put his arm around Arthur to lead him out of the cliff.

When they were out of sight Lovino scoffed and glared at Ludwig, "Why would you say that, you were pretty prickled when the last upper land person came."

"Don't question me." Ludwig whispered brushing past the medic and out the doors he stormed. Lingering his hateful gaze at the door, Lovino turned around and went to work smashing a couple of roots into paste.

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"-And this is the eating house!" Arthur was led around the huge village, everything seemed constructed out of the wood or it was made inside caves and cliffs. Little cabins had small children playing the front and older people on the porch sewing beautiful blankets.

The eating house looked to be like a long cabin with no walls and only a roof to protect. Make-shift tables made out of wood and seats as stump sat around the tables. There were some people eating, but most of the residence was in the open kitchen where smoke puffed from the top.

"What are they cooking?" Arthur asked as his stomach grumbled from the lingering smell in the air.

"Fish probably. Sometimes we have deer, but you scared the one 'Toni was going to get." Gilbert teased and Arthur glared slightly as he tighten his grip around his walking cane.

A white flash caught Arthur's eye and he turned around seeing a rather round man walking around the camp with his hand on his stomach. He had a large circlet on his head with white beads laying on his auburn hair and jewels hung from his ears and one planted in between his forehead. His robe looked expensive with gold trim on the long sleeves and around the bottom that reached his ankle showing tan sandals.

"Who's that show off?" Arthur asked in a bitter tone and Gilbert chuckled slightly.

"My brother-in-law." he winked.

Arthur furrowed his eyebrow, he knew that Gilbert was Ludwig's brother and if Ludwig was the chieftain that meant either that the high-class man was either Ludwig's wife or Gilbert had another brother who was married, but he assumed their family as royalty.

With that information Arthur gasped, "I didn't mean to insult you!"

Gilbert cackled and crossed his arms, "Nah, his name is Feliciano. If he could have his way he would prance around this camp naked, but Ludwig says he can't."

Arthur blushed at the information and veered his head away from the tan man who seemed in his own little world brushing his hand along the trees.

"Here, let's leave him alone. He really doesn't get out much." Gilbert turned away and strolled down a dusty pathway.

Arthur limped after him, "Why doesn't he get out much?"

"Don't you see him?" Gilbert exclaimed, "He's about to freaking pop with a child. Cross our fingers that is Alpha, we'd rejoice, but Omegas are cute. I have nothing against the other class."

"P-P-P-Pregnant!" Arthur blushed even harder, "But he's a male!"

"He's a male Omega, male Omegas can get pregnants." Gilbert informed as he brushed his hand against a plant with interest.

On the other hand, Arthur was practically in the dark, what was this tribe, and why was that boy pregnant. He wanted to learn more. "So, how old is Feliciano?" he made careful conversation.

"Er. . . I think he is fifteen." Gilbert tried to remember.

"Fifteen! So how old is Ludwig."

"Ludwig is turning twenty-nine this October."

Arthur eyes practically popped out of his head, "Don't you think Feliciano is a bit young to be pregnant with a child?"

"No? Why do you?" Gilbert sat down on a stump and Arthur followed clumsy. He wanted to know more, because it was absurd that a fifteen year old male was pregnant with a twenty-nine year old man's child. That sounded like some kind of peodphile act if you asked him.

"Yes! He is fifteen, he should be in schooling!"

"Oh, Feliciano finished his kind of schooling. Most Omegas are educated at home by their mothers until they turn twelve and they can present themselves to the public. You know the saying marry young, reproduce more." Gilbert told him nonchalantly.

Arthur turned his head, "So he isn't considered young?"

"No, actually he considered a mid-adult. Currently at your age you should be trying for your second or you could be like Ludwig and wait a year."

Arthur blushed and tightened his hand around the stick. He felt odd and scared at the same time. Standing in front of him was such a powerful man and an ancient tribe was around him. He thought of Feliciano, he was considered the queen of the tribe and he was just the young age of fifteen. Even Gilbert said he should be on his second child which is crazy. Nobody would want to join this tribe and he certainly wasn't either.

He just wanted to be home with his big brother and to taste his mother's food that she slaved over the stove for, was that too much to ask for?

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This story will not recieve a new update until six-to-twelve weeks. I broke my wrist and my left hand is practically useless until I get a smaller cast. Enjoy this if I feel up to writing over 3000 words with one hand :3